"The Joker..."
As Syl whispered, the space around her distorted slightly, and her body flickered and warped like an old horror movie. Almost instantly, the figure of The Joker appeared at the mouth of the alley.
"Ha..." The Joker stretched, tilting her head slightly as she looked at the figure ahead. "Finally out..."
"Hmm?"
Feeling a weight in her hand, Syl looked down and saw the bag of materials.
"Almost forgot, the materials were still with The Joker..." Syl's lips twitched helplessly as she tossed the cloth bag into the air. "Physician."
By the time the bag fell, the Physician had already reached out and caught it firmly. Then, Syl transformed back into The Joker.
"Having no place to store things is such a hassle... Should I find a temporary residence?"
As Syl thought, she walked forward. The small interlude just now had dampened her high spirits.
Mainly, The Joker felt that her originally elegant and cool entrance had been made much less impressive because she was carrying materials, leaving her feeling a bit frustrated.
Looking at the short, fat figure about to disappear into the depths of the alley, Syl decided on the spot to make him take the fall, even though no one had actually seen The Joker fail to look cool.
The short, fat man ahead, whom Edward called Big-Bearded Mike, didn't seem to notice someone following him. He was still gloating over the large sum of money he had swindled.
Mike stopped in front of a house, pulling out his keys as if to open the door and go inside.
The place where he lived wasn't much better than Edward's; it seemed his life wasn't very prosperous either.
He was just another poor person who should have stuck together with others for mutual help. Yet, after gaining a tiny bit of power, he became a sycophant for the wicked, amplifying his own evil desires and driving fellow poor people to a dead end.
As Syl quickened her pace, an uncontrollable thought suddenly flooded her mind—the newspapers. The Joker had to get back on the front page.
The Joker had gained a certain level of fame in Suramar after appearing in the newspaper yesterday, and it was a positive image like 'the mysterious person who took down the Cultists' occult ritual'... Although the church described her as a dangerous and terrifying person who needed to be reported, at least people felt she was good.
To become a qualified leader of a riot, the first and most important point is to make others know you.
And the newspaper was an excellent medium for the public to get to know The Joker.
It was just that The Joker's methods might be a bit bloody.
After finalizing her goal, Syl no longer had any reservations. She walked to the door of the house Big-Bearded Mike had just entered and used her cane to block the closing door.
"Dammit... who is it!" Mike felt the resistance, and he yanked the door open. "Who's so bold?"
But when he looked up and saw the tall, thin woman in front of him, he froze.
Her clothes were very sophisticated, and her cane was finely crafted... she might be a noble or a wealthy person.
But before Mike could back down and apologize, Syl raised her long leg and kicked Mike in the stomach, sending him flying into the house.
"I am an artist. To be precise, an artist of the human body and emotions," Syl said with a smile as she stepped into the house, using her cane to hook the door handle and slowly close the door. "When I saw you just now, I thought of a look that suits you perfectly. You will absolutely love it, I promise you."
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