After realizing that something was wrong, Poison Ivy, who was worried about her good friend, immediately became angry.

Several pots of ornamental flowers placed on the second floor suddenly grew vines that jumped out of the flower pots, scaring the men and women who were immersed in joy. They all wished they had two less legs and screamed as they rushed towards the door.

Why else would Gothamites be different?

Even in such a chaotic situation, there was no dangerous trampling. The orderly evacuation lasted only a few minutes, and the "guests" who filled Cooper's shop ran away clean.

There was also the clever Jack who "zero-cost purchased" Mason's shop and took all the potions on the counter.

But now is not the time to feel sorry for his own potions. Mason walked into the chaotic shop with a gun in his hand, full of killing intent, and at the same time "blessed" those dirty guys in his heart.

With the toxicity of these potions, if ordinary people drank them without the instructions of an alchemist, the outcome would not be good.

"Jack!" Mason shouted on the first floor.

Captain Jack, who was confused by alcohol, showed Mason's face from the railing on the second floor. His expression of disappointment quickly turned into surprise.

He walked down unsteadily, holding half a bottle of wine, and opened his arms to give Mason a hug. However, the intimidating barrel of the gun suddenly pressed against his chin.

The cold touch and the loaded bullet made Jack sober up quickly.

This is probably some kind of talent belonging to a legendary pirate?

"Um um um, it seems someone is not in a good mood?"

Jack handed the wine to Mason, his face full of the expression "calm down, sir". Mason didn't take it, but his nostrils twitched. The fragrance that entered his nose was instantly analyzed by the instincts of a Level 4 alchemist.

"How much euphoria did you add to this wine?"

Mason frowned and said, "At least a 1:1 ratio, right? Even the craziest wizard uses it drop by drop. Aren't you afraid of drinking yourself to death?"

"The pursuit of happiness is human nature, my dear captain. And you, a genius, have quantified 'happiness' into a mysterious potion, which is within reach of a pirate. You are clearly encouraging me, even tempting me."

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Jack blinked his eyes, reached out and pressed down the hand cannon in Mason's hand, and raised his head to take a sip, enjoying the genuine pleasure from the bottom of his heart, and said with a charming smile:

"If this can't make me indulge myself, then I think my new life in this new world is too boring. This city is really great and lively. Harley and I bought a cake to celebrate her 'birthday' and casually shouted on the street. Many 'enthusiastic people' came to help!

If they didn't have guns, I would really love it here."

"The people on this street are always friendly. They even say hello before robbing you. But that doesn't change the fact that you are a complete bastard!"

Mason stared fiercely at the indulgent Jack Sparrow in front of him.

He glanced upstairs, where he could still hear the drunk Harley singing along with the accompaniment from the speakers, and worried that Poison Ivy, his friend, had already rushed up the stairs....

"What did you do to Harley Quinn?"

The young man asked in a low voice, "Can't you see that she has some mental problems? I just gave her a little less advice, and you caused such a big mess!"

"I found out. Although I don't understand psychology and psychiatry, almost everyone on my ship has such problems."

Captain Jack waved his hand dismissively and said, "Put any normal person in a 'floating coffin' on the sea with a group of violent criminals for months without seeing land, and they will all go crazy. But luckily, we pirates have unique ways of entertainment.

I told Harley about my experience, and she decided to accept my advice after weighing it. As you can see, she is very happy now. She has abandoned the past and... is like a new person."

While Sparrow was speaking, the equally drunk Harley was already being supported by Ivy as she walked down from the second floor.

In Mason's desperate gaze, the once intelligent and generous Dr. Harley Quinzel had completely "disappeared."

In her place was a "little girl" wearing a sports vest and shorts, with her golden hair dyed red and blue, tied into two ponytails.

Her previously makeup-free face was now made up.

The very unique makeup gave her eyes a smoky look, but with different red and blue eyeshadows. Below her left eye, she even used a small sticker to create a heart-shaped decoration.

To be honest, it didn't look bad. After all, no matter how a beautiful girl dresses or looks, it is pleasing to the eye. But the problem is that the appearance of Harley in front of him is infinitely close to her other "form."

And that is the person Mason has been trying to prevent her from becoming.

"Harley Quinn?"

Mason sighed and looked up and down at the current Dr. Harley, and said a name.

"Ha, I like this name!"Harley screamed with a happy and sharp girlish voice, leaning drunkenly against Poison Ivy's arms, looking puzzled at the two completely different "Masons" appearing in front of her.

This seemed to trouble Harley's confused mind at the moment. She suspected that she might be drunk, but she didn't dislike enjoying this new happiness.

She blinked and thought for a moment before clapping her hands and screaming, "A new life should have a new name. The boring and serious Harley Quinzel has been killed by me personally, but I assure you it has nothing to do with Mr. J.

This is entirely my own decision.

I want to thank you, two lovely Masons, let me hug you~"

"Smack!" Mason slapped himself in the face, covering his eyes.

Jack, who was beside him, didn't know what this name represented. He was still happily drinking and watching the show, making Mason wish he could shoot this bastard's head.

"Look at how free she is now, no longer tormented by the past."

Captain Jack chuckled and said, "If she were a man, I would definitely invite her onto my ship. She would make a cool pirate. You don't know what happened this afternoon when we went out to buy a cake. Two bad guys tried to rob us, and then..."

"I blew their heads off!"

Harley cheered, waving her fist and shouting loudly, "With a baseball bat I picked up, just two swings! It felt amazing, Mason. I haven't taken any medication for three days! I feel so cute and in a great state now.

Maybe what Mr. J left me is a gift. Although he is indeed an irredeemable villain, what he said makes sense.

I should indeed face my miserable life with a more positive attitude!

Perhaps I should have chosen this path since my father asked me to cheat in the gymnastics championship when I was a child, and my mother asked me to hide cards for her in the casino. No need to pretend to be a social elite anymore, no! I don't like going to school, learning those boring knowledge in those boring classes."

"Look what you've turned her into!"

Mason raised his gun and gave a harsh blow to Jack Sparrow, who was encouraging Harley with a whistle, causing him to cry out in pain and sit down on the ground.

The young man stepped forward, grabbed Harley's chin, which seemed to be screaming and acting drunk, and stared into her eyes.

There was no longer any gloom in Harley's drunken eyes. It seemed that this life in front of her had completed a "transcendence" on a spiritual level, completely bidding farewell to her past life.

The psychological suggestion left by the Joker was fully activated.

"Do you really hate your past self that much, Harley?"

Mason fell silent for a few seconds and asked softly, with Poison Ivy anxiously watching beside him.

"I don't know, but I can't say I like it."

Harley, who was drunk, pushed Mason's hand away, yawned, and leaned against Poison Ivy's chest, blinking her eyes like she was falling asleep, saying:

"It's like living in a trap. When I was a child, it was for the selfish parents who were rotten to the core. When I grew up, it was for those fake friends.

When I was in school, I convinced myself that it was for a good job and a bright future. After work, I suppressed myself to like that crazy place.

But who would like to work at Arkham Asylum?

I do a job every day that is not valued at all, trying hard to show the value of my existence, so that my shitty life can have some meaning.

But even an intern or a janitor wearing a doctor's coat can do my job...

Mason, before you appeared, I actually liked Mr. J.

I liked being with him because he always found ways to temporarily escape the miserable and boring reality.

I almost went with him.

You pulled me back from that terrible fate, but you have the ability to cure me, yet you insist on making me go back to being Harley Quinzel.

Let me go back to what you think is a 'normal' life. I know you mean well..."

Harley suddenly opened her eyes, pushed away Poison Ivy who was holding her, stood in front of Mason with her hands on her hips, and pointed at Mason's heart.

She shouted loudly:

"But I don't! Like! It! I think I'm fine now. Instead of drinking those drugs that force me to be positive and excited, I prefer your way of treatment in these three days..."

"Well said, girl!"

Captain Jack, sitting on the ground rubbing his cheeks, whistled. The effect of the compound potion was dissipating, and he returned to his pirate captain's charming posture from Mason's appearance.

This scene made Harley, who was shouting loudly, blink her eyes.

She looked blankly at the expressionless Mason in front of her, and then at Jack Sparrow on the ground, who was winking at her.

When she realized that she had been listening to a complete stranger's chaotic guidance for the past three days, Harley's face turned pale in an instant.

She was a professional psychiatrist and psychologist.Even when she was drunk, she had enough professionalism to judge what she had done in the past few days, which she absolutely should not have done during this treatment phase.

All her previous efforts were in vain.

"I'm done for."

She covered her face and took a few steps back, screaming as she was supported by Poison Ivy.

But in the next instant, she gritted her teeth and grabbed the blood-stained baseball bat from the corner behind her, screaming as she pounced on Captain Jack on the ground, wanting to give him an "emergency craniotomy."

"Ah!"

Jack was terrified.

He screamed and hid behind Mason, peeking and observing by Captain's shoulder, portraying a cunning and fearful face of a pirate who had caused trouble.

Especially that coquettish gesture...

No one else would have that taste.

"Bang!"

Harley screamed as she swung the baseball bat, but Mason reached out and firmly caught it in mid-air, his enhanced physique preventing any tremors.

He said to Harley, who was about to cry from the injustice:

"Things have come to this point, and what you said does make sense. Maybe it's not a bad thing for you to continue on this path, at least you can make yourself happy.

I'm sorry.

I've been focused on simple treatment with Dr. Leslie and ignored your feelings. If Harley Quinzel is really that unhappy in the past, starting over might be a wise choice."

Mason sighed, let go of the baseball bat in his hand, and said to the stunned Harley:

"But you still have to continue taking the medicine! Just because you want a new life doesn't mean you should let your mental state slide towards Zhou Kuo'er's direction until you become a complete lunatic.

Now you should rest, the shop is closed tonight."

He gave a signal to Poison Ivy beside him, and she immediately grabbed Harley's hand and dragged her upstairs.

Harley secretly glanced at Mason with fear. When she saw Mason's iconic gentle smile, she felt relieved and followed Ivy upstairs.

As she stepped on the stairs, Mason thought for a moment and said softly:

"Sorry for interrupting your birthday party, but happy birthday, Harley Quinn."

"Wuwuwu..."

Harley's emotions fluctuated greatly, and she burst into tears on the spot. She sniffled and turned back to Mason, saying with the comfort of her best friend:

"Do you want to eat birthday cake together? Mason, Jack and I specifically picked the best-looking one, although there's not much left."

"No, I don't like sweets, they're not good for your health."...

Mason shook his head and said, "But I can give you something else to eat. In the distant East, this is also a way to celebrate birthdays. Wait a moment, let me tidy up here first."

After sending away the emotionally turbulent Harley, Mason turned back and looked at Captain Jack, who was still drinking.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me! Besides Harley, what else did you do? Don't tell me you did something unforgivable using my identity!"

"Haha, no, how could I be so unreliable?"

Jack waved his hand, smiled, and took out a piece of paper, stuffing it into Mason's hand. When the young man opened it, he saw that it was filled with densely packed phone numbers.

Captain Jack stood up, put his arm around Mason's shoulder, and whispered:

"These are the phone numbers of the 'carefully selected' girls by me. From 16 to 46 years old, there's someone for every taste. I've already contacted them and used my amazing charm to make them remember that Mason Cooper is an interesting and open-minded guy.

When you're lonely, just make a phone call... you know.

Look at how you're living your life like a monk, it's not good, Mason.

As a young person, you should learn to enjoy life in a timely manner. Don't wait until you're as old as me to regret it. This is what I should do, no need to thank me, Captain."

He took a sip of his drink, took out his pirate pocket watch, and looked at the time before patting Mason's shoulder and saying:

"I'm going back to the bar. There's a rich woman's gathering tonight that specifically invited me. I don't want to miss it."

"You better prepare yourself, Jack."

Mason didn't hesitate and clenched the paper in his hand, summoning his magic fire to burn it into flying ashes. Then he looked up at Captain Jack, who was swaying out of the shop, and said:

"We have a mission in five days, and this time you have to come with us. I'll prepare your battle suit and weapons, so don't let us down.

If you can't keep up with our pace, I won't hesitate to leave you behind in that dangerous world to fend for yourself.

I'm serious. This is not a joke.

And it's definitely not personal grudges! Don't think too much when you go to sleep at night."