Playing My Own Character Chapter 115

"Well!"

Peng! Bang!

The short and fat man was punched away by the vigilante with a red helmet on his head, and the expensive desk was smashed into pieces. The objects placed above were performing a goddess's scattering of flowers, and they were scattered everywhere. The black tactical boots heavily trampled on a bottle of ink that glowed red inside, easily crushing the dangerous elements.

Red Hood shook the pistol in his hand and pressed it hard against the Penguin's temple.

"Don't be afraid," the electronic synthesized voice buzzed with laughter, "Isn't the momentum of the counter-attack just now very good?"