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Chapter 2 I crave power

It wasn't until the clown left that Feng Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

He clearly felt that the clown had hypnotized him just now, making him involuntarily resentful of the world and willing to follow the clown to destroy the city.

It seems that the clown not only has superb fighting skills and a smart mind, but also has amazing hypnosis skills.

He is truly a villain, with so many skills.

It's a pity that the clown met Feng Zhou.

When he was in the last world, Feng Zhou read a lot of books, both materialistic and spiritual, in order to survive. He also studied the scriptures of various Buddhist and Taoist schools, and also learned to regulate the internal organs by regulating his breathing. It was just that it was very difficult.

Unfortunately, his illness was too serious. The internal improvement could only strengthen his spiritual world and make him mentally tough and strong, but it could not completely defeat the disease.

Therefore, as a time traveler and a person who has died once, when the clown hypnotized him, Feng Zhou felt as if he was a bystander, watching the clown hypnotize him with cold eyes and allowing the other party to manipulate him.

It's like an out-of-body feeling, a little scary.

After all, the opponent is the Joker, the super villain of Gotham City.

Feng Zhou felt very lucky to have escaped from his hands without being discovered by the other party.

Obviously, as a time traveler, I have been favored by God. As a lower-class Chinese, it is really an honor to be noticed by the clown.

At this stage, the gang boss Carmen Feconi ruled the dark world of Gotham. His bar was often visited by congressmen, union leaders, police officers, judges and the like. Feconi used his gun to kill people in the bar.

His head will not lead to any lawsuits, and the prosecutors will not trouble him with trivial matters such as murder, arson, smuggling and drug trafficking.

And Gotham City billionaire Bruce Wayne is still missing. Many people have forgotten him, and no one knows that he is the future Dark Knight.

But then again, the underground world of Gotham is under the rule of Carman Feconi, with more than a dozen gang leaders performing their own duties, making their dominance very stable, even if the Joker is extremely smart and invincible

Guys can only make small fuss and don't dare to show their heads easily.

Because the guys at the Mayor and Judge Police Department still have a bottom line in their behavior. But the gangsters dare to shoot and kill at will.

The clown doesn't want to accidentally get shot in the head while playing tricks on gangsters.

It doesn't matter if he dies. It's not worth it if he can't realize his great ambitions and let this sinful city go crazy in his own hands.

Therefore, he wants to recruit troops, collect and train some low-level guys, hoping that his power can directly threaten Carman Feconi as soon as possible, and he has achieved the goal of indulgence.

In any case, this is a good thing for Feng Zhou, that is, the clown promises to teach him fighting skills.

In fact, three months after Feng Zhou came to this world, his desire to learn martial arts and strengthen his body has never stopped. He has been to the martial arts gym in Chinatown, and also to some fitness clubs that teach Taekwondo, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, etc. Unfortunately, their fees are too high.

Poor people like Zhou, who are at the bottom of the class, simply cannot afford the high tuition fees.

In fact, Feng Zhou knew that Alfred, the old butler of the Wayne family, was retired from the British MI6 and was very knowledgeable.

But he is a high-ranking aristocratic official, living in the castle-like Wayne Manor, and he doesn't care about a little low-level kid at all.

Now a clown is actively recruiting him to teach him fighting skills. Even if it means drinking poison to quench his thirst, Feng Zhou will seize this opportunity.

The next day, Feng Zhou came to a warehouse as agreed.

As soon as he entered the door, there was a clang from behind and the door was sealed with wooden bolts.

Seven or eight strong guys surrounded him.

"Hehehehehehe, Feng, tell me, what are you looking for here?"

The clown's voice came from the darkness, left and right.

Following his voice, Feng Zhou's eyes became blurred, with clarity in his confusion.

"I'm here to find a way to punish evil and promote good, and use my own power to deal with those who create fear."

"Oh hahahaha, what a kind guy. If you want to use your power to deal with those bastards, you must first control your own power and restrain your inner fear. Are you ready?"

In the darkness, a strange man with green hair and white face slowly appeared, and it turned out to be the clown.

He grinned widely, let out a weird laugh, and stared at Feng Zhou.

Feng Zhou pondered for a while, his eyes showing firmness: "I have no power, but I long for power, Mr. J..."

Before he finished speaking, the clown suddenly raised his leg and kicked him.

Before Feng Zhou could finish his sentence, he was kicked in the abdomen. With a scream, his body flew back two feet and fell heavily to the ground.

There were bursts of cramping pain in his lower abdomen. Feng Zhou curled up on the ground like a shrimp and twitched, but he gritted his teeth and tried hard not to groan.

No one would fall in love with a weakling, and Feng Zhou himself was not willing to be a weakling.

If he wants to gain strong skills, he has to pay a price.

"Hehehehehahaha, young man, the God of Death will not wait for you to gain strength. The God of Death will not be considerate of others, nor will he give you fairness!"

The clown shouted excitedly, while he raised his right foot and kicked Feng Zhou hard.

Every time he kicked, he would let out a weird laugh, and continued: "The first thing you face now is the God of Death!"

As these words came out, with a sharp wind, the clown kicked him hard again.

But this time it missed its target.

Feng Zhou barely gathered his strength and hugged the clown's right leg.

Then he used all his strength and rolled down on the ground.

Since you are the God of Death, I will go all out to fight you. I will never be scared to death by you!

With a "bang" sound, the two fell heavily to the ground.

"Hahaha... you are the most talented rookie I have ever seen." Although he fell hard, the clown still laughed: "It's a pity that you don't have enough strength and skills, you still need to hone!"

Following these words, the clown turned over lightly, then with a flick of his wrist, he pressed Feng Zhou under him without knowing what he was doing. He stared at Feng Zhou with a pale face: "If you want to be the fear of others, you have to become this

The ghosts of a city, experiencing its power, feeling its fear, throwing them into chaos, and finally, with a gentle push, driving them completely crazy."

The clown suddenly stood up, took a few steps back, shrugged at Feng Zhou who stood up, and said calmly: "Train well, and I will make you a source of terror in Gotham."

This sentence was said in a very calm tone, not at all like the madness or neurosis just now.

Feng Zhou gasped and stood up. Seeing the Joker's extreme changes in mood, he clearly understood that he had passed the Joker's test, became one of his men, and would receive personal guidance from him.


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