"Unless—"
Li Erpang suddenly lowered his head and patted his belly.
Duang.
Bouncy and forceful.
"Wait."
Li Erpang suddenly had an excellent idea.
Very, very excellent.
…
…
Gotham City.
It was thrown into complete turmoil by a puzzle from the Riddle Gentleman that no one could solve.
Everyone knew about the Riddle Gentleman's puzzle.
But no one could guess it.
After getting out of the hospital, James Gordon suddenly regretted not having taken a picture of that damned guy at the top of the Clock Tower.
Perhaps he should have just shot him without a second word?
Even if he issued a wanted order now, he could only describe a black tailcoat and a gentleman's hat.
Such attire, in Gotham City, was the standard outfit for many male nobles when flirting, if not in the thousands, then in the hundreds. In the vast sea of people, it would be very difficult to single out the "Riddle Gentleman" based on this alone.
