[18:45]
When James Gordon rushed to Gotham University in a panic, it had taken him quite some time.
After all, Gotham University was located on the west side of Gotham City, a bit far.
Looking at the statue of his father he was so proud of shattered to pieces, James Gordon bit his lower lip so hard that a trace of blood slowly seeped out.
Click, click.
There were still many students watching and taking photos.
And incidentally posting the pictures on the forum.
James Gordon's fingers twitched slightly, but in the end, he didn't step in to stop them.
Because... it wasn't important anymore.
"The King of Gotham? Referring to the 'Great Gordon Statue'? So the rest of the riddle isn't completely meaningless? And just destroying the 'Great Gordon Statue' didn't cause any casualties, what exactly does that damn Riddle Gentleman want to do?"
"Here, sir, drink this?"
