The theme design of Zeus Hotel is based on the ancient Greek style. The twelve white and majestic marble pillars seem to support the temple of the ancient Greek gods.

The hall is magnificent, with portraits of Greek gods hanging on the walls and a statue of the Greek priest Zeus holding a punishing thunderbolt in the front of the hall.

The huge statue looks so majestic that mortals can only look up and feel the unfathomable greatness and terror of the god.

But Naegi shrugged it off.

Maxi Zeus, the owner of the Zeus Hotel, really thinks of himself as Zeus descended to earth, but this is only said in Gotham. What if this were to reach the ears of Wonder Woman on Paradise Island?

Not demolishing the hotel can be considered as a sign of Wonder Woman Diana's good temper. After all, Zeus is her biological father.

"Mumu, I'm a little nervous."

Jerry, who was wearing a suit, said in a very unpromising way that his broad body in the suit made him look like a bodyguard, at least he looked good.

"Calm down! Mr. Culpson, you have to be brave. This place is not a man-eating tiger. What are you afraid of? Look at Otis..."

Naegi turned around and pointed at Otis, and was instantly speechless. Otis was so nervous that his whole body became stiff, standing there motionless like a wax figure in a comedy movie.

Some of the guests who were dressed gorgeously and had high net worth couldn't help but laugh when they saw them. They didn't mean any harm, they just thought it was a little funny.

Miao Mu was wearing a dark striped suit, his hands in his pockets, a thin, unlit cigar in his mouth, and his reflective black leather shoes were tapping the ground impatiently.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

Oswald rushed in from outside, with a shiny slicked-back hair, a tie, and an expensive custom-made suit, and he looked very gentlemanly.

When he walked in, he even opened the door for a lady and let her in first. He was truly a model.

In comparison, Miaomu and the others look like street thugs.

"Waiter, prepare the food. We have booked table 31 in the revolving restaurant." Miaomu raised his hand and shouted without any grace.

The waiter who had been waiting for a long time smiled awkwardly, and was obviously helpless against these nouveau riche, but he still held out his hand with professional ethics and said, "Please come over here."

Naegi and the others followed the waiter toward the elevator, and halfway through they realized that Otis was still standing there.

Naegi ran over and pushed Otis directly into the elevator.

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"Give me four servings of rare steak, a bottle of Louis Roederer champagne, cream of mushroom soup, four servings of caviar, chocolate cake for dessert, and four roasted chicken legs!"

Naegi sat on a chair, holding the menu and ordering dishes.

The waiter who was taking notes nearby nodded quickly, not caring about the appetizers or the following dishes. In short, the cost of this meal was definitely enough for the guests, and they must be served like gods.

"Do you guys want anything else? Order yourselves."

Naegi put the menu on the table. Jerry and Otis shook their heads. Oswald smiled and said, "That's enough."

"Then let's try it too. I'm really looking forward to the skills of the chefs here." Naegi smiled and leaned back in his chair.

"Well, I saw people in TV dramas eat it 70% done. Isn't it a bit embarrassing to eat it 100% done?"

Jerry looked around and whispered.

"Come on, well-done steak is the best and it's also the most challenging for the chef. The key is that the steak can remain tender even when cooked well-done, so the meat must be very good."

"Mumu, you are quite knowledgeable about this, but it is true that some bastards always like to use inferior steaks to fool people."

Oswald joked with a smile, and Naegi just laughed it off without explaining.

After a few words of chatting, champagne was served and dishes were placed on the table.

"Everyone, I won't say much. We are gathered here today to be friends who can talk. Cheers!"

Miaomu raised the glass in his hand, and Jerry and the others also raised their glasses and clinked their glasses together.

"By the way Oswald, this is Otis Flanigan, a friend we made in Arkham."

Naegi extended his hand and introduced Oswald.

Otis looked surprised, "I..."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Flanigan. You are a friend of Mumu and his friends, which means you are also my friend."

Oswald stretched out his hand and shook Otis's hand very seriously, with a sincere smile on his face.

Otis was flattered and sat awkwardly on the chair. He had never even thought about this place, let alone eating here, especially with a friend.

"Otis, don't be so restrained. We are all ordinary people. We may be a little worse off than you." Miaomu smiled and waved his hand.

Oswald held his glass and thought for a moment before saying, "Mumu, can I ask you for a favor?"

"You say." Miao Mu nodded.

Oswald helped them, so it is only right for them to help back if something happens. Only by helping each other can the relationship last long.

"Look, do you have a fellow in Arkham who can sew people together?"

"Sewn together?"

Jerry was confused when he heard this, "What is stitched together? The kind doctors use to sew scars together?"

Oswald shook his head, cut off a piece of steak with a knife and threw it into his mouth. He chewed and said, "It's the kind where you sew a person's hands to their feet and cut off their face and sew it to their stomach."

"Several cases have occurred in the Lower East Side. One of my subordinates encountered one. His five-year-old brother disappeared. His hands and feet were chopped off and sewn together. I have to help him get revenge."

Miao Mu, who was sitting next to him, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, frowning slightly. Suturing hands and feet seemed a little familiar.

It seems like the work of the Pig-faced Professor. The "hundred babies" created by stitching together monsters all wear pig-face masks, which are several times more disgusting than human centipedes and humanoid seals.

"Is that guy wearing a pig-face mask?"

Naegi asked.

"Mask?" Oswald thought for a moment and shook his head.

"I don't know. We haven't caught him yet. But one of my intelligence sources in the police station said that a special investigation team has started to investigate this bastard. I want to... kill him myself!"

Oswald's voice was very cold when he said this. This was an opportunity as well as a challenge for him. If he could really take revenge, his reputation in the Roman Empire would be even higher.

No matter from which perspective, he would not let go of the pervert with a bad taste who sewed people together like rag dolls.

Miao Mu nodded and asked again: "How do you know that he has gone to Arkham District? Our area is extremely chaotic and the police cannot intervene in many places."

"It was discovered by a sergeant from the Gotham Police Department. They found a kidnapped orphan along the sewers and tracked him down. They will probably come to your police station."

"By the way, the sheriff's name is Gordon, James Gordon, and he's a tough guy." Oswald said in a deep voice.

In the entire Gotham Police Department, the only policeman who dares to disrespect Roman is this veteran who retired from the special forces.

When Naegi heard the name, a curious look appeared on his face. That was the only conscience of the Gotham police force, Sheriff Gordon.

A policeman who truly guards justice, old-fashioned, old-fashioned, and persistent, but he is also a tragic hero, whether it is his daughter whose spine was broken by the Joker, or he was tortured by those villains.

None of this made him waver in the slightest. Perhaps this is the kind of person who can remain untainted by the mud.

Naegi shook his head. "Besides stitching the limbs, are there any other clues? If that's it, there's very little information."

"There are people around him, a lot of them... like monsters." Oswald said with a frown, because he didn't know either.

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

Naegi nodded, and Oswald's cell phone suddenly rang. He raised his hand to signal, bowed apologetically, and walked out with the phone.

After a moment, he came back.

"Sorry, we have a problem over there. A guy wearing a mask beat up one of our people. I have to go deal with it."

Mask? Batman?

"What kind of headgear?" asked Miaomu.

"I don't know. Recently, there is a red-hooded gang that has been causing trouble. It's probably those bastards who are hiding their true colors."

Oswald walked out with a fierce look on his face, and Naegi suddenly called him, "Wait, umbrella!"

Naegi came over with the cleaned and tidied black umbrella and handed it to Oswald.

"Safe travels!"

Oswald smiled knowingly, spun the umbrella in his hand, tucked it under his arm, and bowed like a gentleman:

"Gentlemen, enjoy your meal!"

After saying that, he turned around and left in a casual manner. Miao Mu looked at his back, then turned to look at the dazzling night view outside the window.

Between the high-rise buildings full of lights and bustling nights, there are the sounds of sirens, flashing red and blue police lights, and darkness that even light cannot penetrate.

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