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"Master Falcone, please listen to our explanation. This is what happened..."

One of the gang leaders who seemed familiar with Alberto stepped forward and said, "According to my men, he saw Ghost on the third floor, right here."

"And it's not just him, many others on the third floor saw it too. If you don't believe me, ask Spencer and Lawrence. Their men were present as well."

Alberto frowned, and the two leaders mentioned earlier added, "Indeed, at first, I thought they were hallucinating or on drugs. But the one who shouted first, Fisherman, he's the best truck driver on the twelfth pier line. He's efficient because he doesn't do drugs and rarely drinks alcohol. If it weren't for his gambling habit, I would have thought he was an outsider."

Another gang leader with golden hair rubbed his chin and said, "There were over thirty people participating on the third floor. It's unlikely that they all had hallucinations, right?"

"I think someone is playing tricks on us. I've lived in Gotham for so many years and never heard of any haunted places." A senior leader of the Black King said, catching Alberto's gaze. The leader stood up and continued, "Now is not the time to argue about who wins or loses, or who should compensate. Don't forget, this hospital is our territory, apart from The Godfather, that doctor is not someone to mess with."

"Even though he doesn't work here anymore, if he finds out what happened right after he left, I wonder what he would think."

The other leaders looked at each other, and one of them cleared his throat and said, "Let's clean up this place as soon as possible. If necessary, we can renovate it completely. I'm tired of this old-fashioned decor."

"Correct, this hospital is fine, but it's too old. The Arkham family? That's ancient history."

"I'll contribute money! Let's take this opportunity to renovate the place, open up the unused offices, make the rooms bigger, and add a few game rooms!"

"I know a good renovation company. They did my Manor. I'll call them later..."

"Wait a moment..." The older leader remained calm and looked at Alberto's expression. Then he said, "Instead of repairing this place, we have a more important task: finding the troublemaker, Ghost."

"Don't forget, this hospital is also Falcone family's industry. Whoever dares to mess with The Godfather will regret it."

"Yes!" The other gang leaders looked at each other and said, "We need to find this so-called Ghost first!"

The old leader glanced at Alberto, knowing that he represented The Godfather. But even if he didn't, this young heir to The Godfather already had considerable influence.

Although it seemed that The Godfather was still far from retirement, no one wanted to offend his heir. After discussing among themselves, the gang leaders decided that they must find the mastermind behind the haunting, no matter what.

Two minutes later, Fisherman, the bearded man waiting in the room, hung up the telephone and picked up his shotgun. He waved his hand at the others and said, "Gear up, let's go!"

As they walked out, the others followed suit. The group, which was just heatedly discussing, exchanged glances and then split up to search the hospital.

Meanwhile, in a room on the seventh floor, Hugo and Jonathan watched as Constantine drew a Magic Circle in the center of the room. He held a charred stick in one hand, emitting an eerie glow, and chanted words while moving around the Magic Circle.

"Why isn't it ready yet?" Hugo asked impatiently.

"Why do you think magic is so simple? If it weren't for your stupid idea that caused my little pet's tragic death, do you think I would enjoy summoning it again?" Constantine replied, continuing his actions.

Soon, a faint green light floated up from the center of the Magic Circle, and another Ghost appeared. Constantine put down his glowing hand and made a few gestures in the air, seemingly giving commands to the Ghost.Soon, the Ghost, emitting a faint green light, floated out of the room. However, Constantine inside the room suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Jonathan asked.

"Bad news, they've started searching the building for us!"

"Searching for us?" Hugo raised his voice. "That's impossible. How could they join forces? Aren't they all mentally ill?"

Constantine sighed helplessly, hands on his hips. "Do you still think they're mentally ill? Have you ever seen mentally ill people equipped with fully automatic weapons, rockets, grenades, and military flashbangs?"

Jonathan clearly had some dissatisfaction with the plan Hugo had devised, but before he could speak, Constantine, sounding somewhat panicked, said:

"Oh no, they're coming up. We need to leave!"

Saying that, Constantine started packing up and running out. The other two, hearing his anxious tone, also became flustered. In their eyes, Constantine's magical abilities were their only guarantee of safety. After all, the people searching for them were armed with guns, while they were defenseless. If they were caught, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Constantine led them out, through the seventh-floor corridor, to an empty room at the end. They hid inside, which was far from the staircase on the other side, giving them time to stop and discuss a plan.

Meanwhile, the Ghost that Constantine had released didn't float towards the crowd downstairs. Instead, it floated alone in the sixth-floor corridor until it reached a nearby window. After floating out of the window, it descended vertically to the first floor.

Batman, who was searching for the Joker on the first floor, suddenly noticed a green light behind him. He turned around alertly and saw the Ghost for a moment before throwing several bat-shaped shurikens.

The shurikens passed through the Ghost's body, but Batman remained calm. He took out a miniature flashbang and threw it at the Ghost. After a bright flash, the Ghost didn't flee. Its form slowly changed, turning into Constantine emitting a faint red light.

"Don't move, this is my astral projection," Constantine said. "Listen, there are two idiots here who want to escape, so they instigated a gang riot."

"We're currently in the room at the southeast end of the seventh-floor corridor. You better come quickly and take them away. I'm about to be driven crazy by their stupidity!"

Before Batman could respond, the astral projection disappeared. Meanwhile, Constantine in the room suddenly turned pale, and blood started flowing from the corners of his mouth. Then, he began to vomit blood and dirty mud.

In between bouts of vomiting, he struggled to say, "My Ghost has been killed by them again. I'm suffering from the backlash of magic. Quick! Take me away from here!"

After speaking, he collapsed and continued vomiting. At this moment, Hugo circled behind him, picked up a vase from the table, and smashed it hard against the back of Constantine's neck.

With a loud thud, Constantine fell to the ground motionless. Hugo threw away the broken vase and said to Jonathan, "Don't rely on this magician anymore. Let's leave."

Jonathan glanced at the unconscious Constantine on the ground without any hesitation and followed Hugo out of the room. The two of them ran downstairs.

They hadn't gone far when the door was kicked open with a bang, and a group of gang members rushed in.

Seeing a person lying on the floor, they instinctively wanted to shoot, but at that moment, Constantine moved. He crawled up from a pile of filth, raised his hands, and said, "Don't shoot! It's me!"

"Constantine?" the leader, Fisherman, recognized him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm a mentally ill person. I came here for treatment."

"Stop talking nonsense. How much have you been using?" Fisherman clearly understood Constantine's habits. Constantine coughed forcefully twice, wiped the dirt from his mouth, and said, "Not much... just increased the dosage of painkillers to the maximum and took a nap."

Fisherman slowly holstered his gun and said to the people behind him, "Let's go, ignore him."

"Could he be the troublemaker?" someone from behind suddenly spoke up.

Fisherman turned back to take another look at Constantine, who grinned, revealing eight teeth.

Fisherman scoffed and said, "He's just a drug-addicted lunatic, a rotten person that even the East District's drug dens won't welcome. Let's go."

With that, the group left again. Constantine casually conjured some magic, cleaned himself up, and cleared the dirt from the floor. Then, he snapped his fingers, and a Ghost surrounded by green light appeared beside him. The Ghost floated down the staircase to monitor the movements of those people.

As for Constantine himself, he put his hands in his pockets, hummed a tune, and walked down nonchalantly. After descending two steps, he turned a corner and felt something hard pressing against his back...

Alfred's face appeared in the darkness. Constantine slowly raised his hands and said, "Don't shoot, I can explain."

"I have absolutely no improper relationship with Batman. He doesn't like men, and he has a cleanliness obsession. I acknowledge that. I tried a few times, but he didn't respond at all. I promise to stay far away from him in the future and never mention that I'm from the U.K."Constantine finished speaking all the words, and in a moment of astonishment for Alfred, the Constantine in front of him turned into ashes and slowly fell to the ground.

In the dark corner of the first-floor room, the originally glowing red Constantine clone gradually solidified. After a successful transfer, Constantine breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud sound behind him. Instinctively, Constantine dodged to the side, but still got cut by a sharp dagger on his back.

With blood spurting out, a burst of manic laughter erupted. JokerJack, holding the dagger, appeared behind Constantine, making a terrifying eye contact and said, "I found you."

Constantine cried out in pain, covering the wound on his back with his hand, and shouted, "Joker? No! What do I have against you? Get lost!"

The radiant light of Constantine's magic suddenly lit up in his right hand, but with a swish, the dagger slashed across his right arm. Then, with a loud bang, Constantine was kicked out, and the light of his magic gradually dissipated.

Jack approached with the dagger in hand, kneeling down with one knee, pressing Constantine's chest with his knee, and raising the dagger towards Constantine's forehead, saying, "Do you know? I've been following you recently, but not because I like you, it's because Batman likes you."

He said in a crazed tone, "He likes you so much! He even went on several dates with you in a row!! Without even sparing a glance at poor Joker!"

"I know... I know... I know you moved into this mental hospital," Joker sniffed, suddenly adding a hint of a sob to his voice.

"But poor Mr. Joker was kicked out by the wicked doctor because he couldn't afford the medical fees, and ended up on the streets..."

"I had to cause some mess to get Batman to send me here. Otherwise, I would have to endure you, a disgusting fly, constantly attracting Batman's attention..."

"Die, Constantine!" Joker raised the dagger with a wicked smile. But at that moment, the door was kicked open with a bang, and Batman appeared at the doorway, saying, "Stop! Joker!"

Taking advantage of Joker's momentary distraction, Constantine snapped his fingers and disappeared from the spot. Joker shouted, "No! No! Constantine! You can't escape!"

With that, he wildly waved the dagger and chased after Constantine, with Batman following closely behind.

Constantine's teleportation couldn't take him too far. His figure appeared at the end of the corridor, within Joker's sight. Seeing Joker catching up, Constantine quickly ran upstairs.

Meanwhile, the gangs also noticed Hugo and Jonathan trying to escape. They shouted, "Stop, don't run!"

Hugo and Jonathan fled downstairs, fortunately, the view in the staircase was narrow, and the gangs had no space to aim, so they could only chase after them.

And so, two groups of people, one desperately running upstairs and the other desperately running downstairs.

In the moment when Constantine and Hugo met, they both saw the people chasing after each other. After hesitating for a moment, they stopped and rushed into the corridor on the third floor.

At that moment, in the corridor on the third floor, Alberto and Copperpot, who had just arrived after receiving a message from a newsboy, were discussing the reconstruction of the mental hospital. Hearing the commotion in the corridor, they walked out and saw Constantine and the other two rushing towards them.

Copperpot frowned and shouted, "Stop, who are you?"

The three of them didn't pay attention to him and ran past the two.

But at that moment, a figure appeared by the window at the end of the corridor. The flash of fire from the double-barreled shotgun lit up, and with a bang, a powerful gunshot stopped the three in their tracks. Alfred, holding the shotgun, stood in front of Constantine and said coldly, "Where do you think you're going?"

At the same time, a group of people emitting green light descended upon Arkham Asylum from above. The deputy officer Carol, leading the group, said, "Is this the 'most dangerous place in the entire space' that you mentioned?"

Hal made a worried expression and said, "Correct, let's go in and take a look."

The other Green Lanterns hesitated and looked around, but still activated their rings' ability to pass through obstacles and teleport. With a flash of green light, they landed directly on the crowded third-floor corridor.

At this moment, Alfred, Alberto, Copperpot, Constantine, Hugo, Jonathan, Joker, Batman, and a group of heavily armed Gotham Gang members all looked up at the dark corridor, at the group of figures blinking with green light.

Suddenly, amidst the crowd of the gang, a bearded man shouted loudly, "Ghosts!! Ghosts with green light!!"

A thunderous roar echoed from the window of Gotham Mental Hospital, reverberating throughout the sky of Gotham.

"It's them!!!"

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