Monkey's red rocket.

"Harry is upstairs, and the music is right above us." Cindy pointed to the top of her head.

"It's strange. What we did just now was like demolishing a building. She didn't react at all. She still sounded like she was dancing?" Su Ming tilted her head to listen, but she could still hear the rhythmic tapping of high-heeled boots.

Cindy was unconvinced. One thing living in Gotham had taught her was not to think about what crazy people were thinking.

Gotham, a land of outstanding people, has seen the emergence of many talents: Ventriloquist, Dr. Hugo, Zass, Pig Face, Mime, Funny Girl, Miss Shorty, etc., etc., these people are all lunatics and psychopaths.

Suddenly she found that most of the long list she had listed in her mind were her regular customers. No wonder some of the previous tasks were incomprehensible from beginning to end.

To be honest, although she had accepted Mick's statement before, she didn't think Harley would know any key information. Harley was more like a close spectator of the Jester's magic than the performer of the magic.

If Cindy was given a choice, she would rather go to Thalia from the Shadow Dancers League. That woman has a strange relationship with Batwoman and is more likely to know where Bliss is. And even if Thalia doesn't know,

She also has the entire League of Assassins at her disposal, and at least they are experts in searching for information.

"Come on, let's go up. Since we're already here, there's no harm in asking."

After she finished speaking, she took the lead in following the direction of the music, walked through the long corridor, and came to a closed door.

The two looked at each other and opened the door.

The room behind the door is like a circus-style nightclub, with colorful lights rotating crazily in time with the music. There are various circus props and other unknown things piled in the corners of the room, such as inflatable barbells and tall fun mirrors.

A large rubber ball and fire ring used in animal taming performances.

However, Harley Quinn was the only one in the center of the huge dance floor at this time. She was grabbing a steel pipe and constantly flying up and down, making all kinds of extremely flexible movements.

The spotlight focused on her body, glistening sweat falling as she rotated at high speed, and her red and blue twin ponytails bloomed in the air like flowers.

She did not wear her black and red uniform, but wore a short-sleeved T-shirt and denim shorts, showing off her beautiful figure and delicate skin. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the joy of dancing, with a happy expression on her face.

, as if she owned the whole world.

She grabbed the pole and flew like a butterfly, but Cindy was very disdainful of this kind of female-male appearance. Why should a grown woman learn to dance pole dancing from a man? It's really crazy.

She poked Su Ming, who seemed to be stunned, and came closer and said:

"There is another person on the sofa at four o'clock on the dance floor."

Su Ming also saw it and was about to tell her. There was someone sitting there with his back to them. Only the tip of his head was exposed on the back of the high sofa chair. He was nodding along with the music. It seemed that it was Harley.
Chapter completed!