boyutpedia Chapter 58 He Will Appear Again
Chapter 58 He Will Appear Again
Is this a case of someone becoming angry and embarrassed after things fell apart?
Or is it that this incident wasn't arranged by him?
Zheng En was suspicious, but before she could take a closer look, she was startled by the person who rushed in front of her.
"Who are you? What's your name? Why are you here?"
A blonde, blue-eyed female reporter approached from somewhere, her deep green eyes radiating undisguised excitement and fervor.
"Why did you save Harvey Dent? Do you know him? Or were you prepared for an attack all along, and everything that's happening is within your expectations?"
A barrage of questions came crashing down on Zheng En, leaving his head buzzing from the relentless questioning.
He instinctively looked away, wanting to seek help from those around him, but whether it was Harvey Dent, Harvey Block, or other police officers, judges, or ordinary citizens whose attention was drawn to the scene, they all showed blank and shocked expressions, and some were even intimidated.
This also includes Bruce Wayne, who is pretending to be stupid.
His eyes widened, and his mouth was slightly open.
Jung Eun was internally screaming, "Ughhhhhh—Batman, can you please tell your counterpart to stop pretending to be stupid? Come save me!"
Batman, who has no physical form, remained silent for a moment.
"What does Bruce Wayne have to do with me, Batman, if he's an idiot?"
Jung Eun: "?"
Don't try to make him laugh at times like this.
Jung Eun forced himself to regain his composure. At that moment, the microphone from Vickyville was already raised to his lips, and the staff carrying the camera behind him also pointed the lens at his face.
Jung Eun: "..."
He swallowed hard, forcing a nonchalant smile. "Well, you don't need a reason to do good deeds, do you?"
This was the first time he'd ever been filmed so close to his face, and he was understandably nervous. He was afraid of making a fool of himself in public and creating an embarrassing stain on his record.
Fortunately, the skill fragment he obtained from Batman, "Minor Mastery of Disguise and Performing Arts," allowed him to maintain his composure, at least to a level where Vickyville wouldn't be able to see through him.
The reporter stared intently into his eyes, which was somewhat unsettling.
"But it's not a coincidence that you appeared here and saved Harvey Dent, is it?" A smile appeared on Vicky Vale's face. "I'm Vicky Vale, a reporter for the Gotham Daily. In exchange, can you tell me your name?"
She pressed herself against Jung Eun aggressively, the close proximity allowing Jung Eun to smell her intense and strong perfume.
A hand suddenly cut in, its palm pointing vertically to block their view.
The luxurious sapphire on the cuff shimmered with a hidden luster, indicating the noble status of the visitor. Zheng En turned her head along the arm and met a pretty face that was frivolous and foolish.
He chuckled foolishly, seemingly oblivious to Vickyville's sharp gaze.
"Oh dear, thank goodness you pulled me away, otherwise I wouldn't have had time to react."
Bruce patted his chest, still shaken, and grabbed Zheng En's hand, shaking it up and down as if he'd just come to his senses. He then casually pushed aside Vickyville and leaned closer to Zheng En. "I'm Bruce Wayne. Thank you so much for what happened earlier. Would you like to come aboard my cruise ship sometime?"
"Or we could throw a party, maybe on a cruise ship, or at Wayne Manor. Speaking of which, I recently bought a small island; maybe having a party there would be nice?"
He turned to face the camera, as if he had come specifically to steal the spotlight from Jung Eun, and even winked. "After all, this is the great benefactor who saved my life, and no amount of gratitude is too much."
After showing off in front of the camera, he turned to look at Jung Eun and said, "By the way, I still don't know your name. What's your name?"
Zheng En, who was already prepared to run away, took two steps back. At this moment, everyone else's attention was drawn to this place because of Vickyville and Bruce Wayne's speech. Zheng En looked around and saw countless curious eyes.
Why isn't anyone running anymore? Is watching the drama more important than saving their lives?
While we're probably safe now, could we at least show some respect to the unknown sniper and the forces behind him?
Jung Eun shrugged helplessly. "Just an ordinary passerby."
Seeing that Harvey seemed about to approach and strike up a conversation, Falcone stared at them, unsure if he recognized her. Jung Eun knew she couldn't stay any longer.
As he spoke, a round ball quietly appeared in the palm of his hand, which was behind his back.
Smoke bomb
[After use, it creates a smoky background that lasts for 2-3 minutes, making it impossible for anyone other than the user to see their surroundings.]
This was one of the props he had prepared in advance for the trial, but he never expected it would be used in this way.
Zheng En slightly raised the corners of her mouth, a gentle smile appearing on her face.
The next second, the falling sphere was accompanied by a loud "bang," and the billowing smoke quickly filled the entire corridor. The thick fog was like a white cloth covering everyone's eyes, and for a moment, nothing could be seen clearly.
Vickyville's first reaction after the smoke grenade exploded was to reach out and grab it, trying to hold Jung Eun back, but unsurprisingly she missed.
When the smoke cleared, there was no one left where Zheng En had been standing.
"Vicky, this..."
The cameraman followed Virgil hesitantly behind her, carefully observing her expression.
He knew that Virginville was always persistent and wanted to get to the bottom of everything, and this so-called "passerby" was even more likely to arouse his curiosity. Now that the man had run away without digging anything out, he wondered if the man would be furious.
But when he saw Vickyville's expression, he felt a strange sense of dread.
Those emerald eyes gleamed with excitement, much like a hungry wolf that had found its prey.
"He will reappear."
Vickyville's lips curled into an exaggerated smile as she stared intently in the direction Jung Eun had left, as if she could see through his retreating path. "I have a feeling that there will be more and more people like him in this city..."
Bruce, who was standing to the side, heard her whisper and couldn't help but turn around and look.
She and some of the people behind her were looking in the same direction, including him.
The direction the passerby was in before leaving.
The reporter looked resolute, the prosecutor collapsed to the ground, Harvey Dent was still in a daze, and Brock seemed to have expected it.
The Roman Falcone, however, had a much more complex look in his eyes.
Indeed, something is quietly changing in this city, like the water flowing deep beneath a glacier before it breaks open.
Bruce remembered Jonathan Klein, who had previously called himself the Scarecrow, and the Gotham police still hadn't been able to catch him.
He had a vague sense of unease, as if today's scene was just the beginning. The locomotive whistled and steam billowed out as the train rumbled forward, winding its way into the unknown distance.