American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Miao Mu's fist rushed forward, and the man raised his hand to block it.

But he obviously underestimated Naegi's strength and impact, and he and the man's arm were hit in the stomach.

"A sneak attack?!" Miaomu shouted loudly, raised his hand and swung a hammer, smashing it down on the head. If you take action first, you must be quick, accurate and ruthless!

No matter fighting or counterattacking, there is only one goal, to eliminate the opponent. After walking on the line between life and death several times, Miaomu is no longer the naive young man who just started out.

The man didn't dare to hesitate this time. He quickly crossed his hands and raised them upwards, trying to block Miaomu's fist that was coming down.

Although this punch looked powerful, it was actually a feint. Miaomu did not put enough strength in his punch, and was just waiting for the opponent to raise his hand to block!

He kicked the man sideways with a direct kick, hitting him right in the chest. He was kicked out defenselessly and fell directly onto the road, upside down.

Not to mention, the kick felt pretty good, much softer than kicking those tires. Miaomu put his foot down, jumped left and right, and swayed like a boxing step.

"You!" The man got up from the ground, wearing a large denim jacket, a hat on his head, long pants, long boots, and a pair of half-finger gloves.

As the hat was taken off, Naegi stopped jumping. He knew this person... Helena Bertinelli, the huntress. They had a life-or-death friendship, maybe...

"You bastard!" Helena threw her hat to the ground, biting her lips with her teeth, with an angry look on her face.

Miao Mu also became embarrassed, "Today, the weather is nice..."

Helena was furious. Miaomu looked at her chest. There was a bright shoe print on her black sweater. It was his masterpiece just now. No wonder it was so soft.

"I'm going to kill you!" Helena was so angry that she jumped over and raised her hand to hit Naegi.

Miaomu dodged twice, picked up a chair to block left and right, and suddenly turned it over, knocking Helena against the wall. The chair legs just restrained her clenched fists.

"You look really beautiful today." Miao Mu said seriously.

"What are you talking about?" Helena frowned and looked at Miaomu with disgust. Miaomu sighed.

"Woman..."

Just as Miaomu was about to engage in a sentimental and romantic flirting act, the door was pushed open.

The beautiful lady who had just walked in pushed the door open and walked out. She looked at Miaomu and Helena who was pressed against the wall, covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled, then walked out with a paper bag in her hand.

Even after walking away, he would look back from time to time.

Naegi followed her gaze and watched her walk away. Helena's already uncomfortable mood became even more uncomfortable.

"Does it look good?" Helena asked coldly.

"If I say it's not pretty, I'd be lying. Everyone loves beauty. I just like to take a look at it. That's all I like. At least... Damn, I should ask her name!"

Miao Mu slapped his forehead in annoyance.

Helena suddenly felt uncomfortable all over. She pushed the chair away with force, gave the beautiful woman a middle finger in the direction she left, and snorted at Naegi.

A woman’s natural enemy is always another woman.

If Helena really couldn't beat Naegi, she would definitely send him to the hospital today! She would pay for his medical expenses!

"Okay. Oh! Helena." Ms. Tompkins pushed open the door and looked at Helena with a happy expression.

"Ms. Tompkins, I may have to trouble you again. My uncle has made an appointment with you and he will come over in the evening." Helena nodded.

"Okay," Ms. Tompkins nodded.

She was used to the late night visits from these mafia bosses. These guys trusted small hospitals or private doctors more than regular hospitals.

"Oh, it's already been stitched up. Don't move the wound and don't wash your hair recently. The stitches will be removed later."

Ms. Tompkins instructed as she pushed Jason out and saw the Mohawk hairstyle on Jason's head.

Naegi and Helena couldn't help but laugh.

Jason walked out with a dark face and his hands in his pockets. He had eleven stitches behind his left ear, and the stitches were very delicate.

"Haha, thank you. How much is the medical bill?" Miao Mu reached into his pocket, only to remember that his wallet was gone.

This feels so familiar...

"Christmas is coming soon. Let's give some presents to the children. Can you do that?" Ms. Tompkins wiped the frame of her glasses. She charges money here in various ways.

"No problem! We're leaving first, bye!"

Miao Mu saluted solemnly, turned around, put his arm around Jason's neck, and walked out.

"Don't look at him like that, he's a nice guy." Ms. Tompkins stood beside Helena and watched Naegi and the others leave.

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At Wayne Manor, Alfred took a letter and walked upstairs. He looked at the empty bedroom, shook his head, walked to the other side, and played a few notes on the piano.

The bookshelf moved away, revealing a secret door. Alfred walked in and closed the door, and the elevator began to descend.

The sound of water rushing against rocks is clearly audible. Even in winter, the underground river here never stops for a moment.

The elevator arrived and Alfred walked out to see Bruce Wayne, who was repairing the Batmobile. He was wearing work clothes and had a full tool bag hanging around his waist.

"Master Bruce, there's a letter for you." Alfred came over and shouted.

Bruce tightened a screw, put down the wrench, and looked at the envelope with some confusion. He rarely received letters.

"Whose?" Bruce took the envelope and checked it. There was no signature or stamp, just his name.

"I don't know, I just found out. But how do you plan to spend Christmas this year? The Wayne old house should also be tidied up." Alfred said.

Maintaining a building like Wayne Manor requires a large number of manpower. After Bruce Wayne ran away from home, he closed 97% of the manor.

There are only two gardeners who come once a month to trim the trees and lawns on the estate and prevent them from growing wildly.

After Bruce comes back, he won't need too many people. His identity needs to be kept secret. After all, it's easy for something to go wrong when there are too many people around.

"It's up to you. How did you do it in previous years?" Bruce looked at the envelope twice and reached out to open it.

"In previous years, I didn't spend Christmas in Gotham. I always went to Florence and drank a glass of bitter wine by the Arno River. In the past, I always thought that I might meet you there, and you might be accompanied by a girlfriend, or... children."

Alfred said, turning to look at Bruce.

Bruce didn't hear what he said at all, he just stared at the greeting card in his hand.

There was also a playing card inside with a clown printed on it, and the content of the greeting card was a gift.

"What is this?" Alfred asked.

"A gift from the clown." Bruce held the playing cards and looked at them from front to back after catching the clown.

He always felt something was wrong. A copycat?

Is it that simple?

The crazy look in his eyes, his tone, his actions...

However, these two clowns are definitely two people. Could it be that there is some force behind them that wants to use the clowns to perform some tricks?

Many possibilities suddenly emerged in Bruce's mind, but he couldn't be sure which one it was.

The last clown is dead!

"Well, it looks like you'll be busy again tonight." Alfred said helplessly.

"It would be great if there was something to gain." Bruce picked up the greeting card and looked at the decorative pattern on it based on the refraction of light.

"Ms. Zatanna's circus will be coming to Gotham next weekend. Do you want to invite her to be our guest here?"

Alfred asked after remembering that after the Waynes were shot to death, in order to help Bruce come out of the shadows, Alfred once invited the Zatara Circus.

"Zatanna? I'll go see her performance in person." Bruce looked up and said, "I'm meeting an old friend whom I haven't seen for many years."