American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"So, not only did you come face to face with a demon, you also had a fight with an evil black magician. Are you sure... you didn't drink too much last night?"

Nygma was soldering a red circuit board with a soldering iron, and said without looking up: "But, what happened last night was really a big fuss. Did you watch the news today?"

"I haven't read it. I can guess with my butt what the news will say. Whatever happens, it doesn't matter." Miaomu leaned against the table, holding a fried dough stick in his hand, dipped it in the Americano on the table, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Others have almost finished their lunch, and he is just making do with breakfast.

"By the way, someone sent you something last night."

Nygma put down the soldering iron, picked up the soldered circuit board, and pointed to the door where there was a wooden box.

"Who is it?" Miaomu threw the remaining half of the fried dough stick into his mouth, rolled the greasy bag into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and walked over there.

"Bronze Tiger, it's you who wanted to keep the fighting master. I went to the Arkham Police Station at three in the morning last night and dropped off the things. He also gave me a few words of advice. Do you want to listen?" Nygma asked after putting down the circuit board.

"Isn't that possible? He's gone?" Miao Mu picked up the box and asked in surprise. He hadn't even started to win people's hearts yet...

"He said he promised someone else something and would leave here temporarily. He asked you to keep these things for the time being and he would be back after he finished that thing."

Nygma thought for a moment and added: "Also, don't let anyone else into that martial arts gym."

"Things..." Miaomu hesitated. There were really not many people who could ask Tonghu to do things. Apart from a few fellow disciples, this guy was just a martial arts fanatic who wandered around the world.

After thinking for a while, Miaomu was still not sure who it could be, so he simply stopped thinking about it and opened the wooden box. The box was used to store porcelain, and it was filled with a layer of hay around it to prevent it from falling and cushioning the impact.

Inside was a statue of the Iron Fist Stone Monkey, and below it was a bronze tiger mask, as well as a set of metal brass knuckles. These were brought to him by Miaomu, and it seemed that he did not take any of them with him.

After searching for a while, Miaomu also found an old notebook. It seemed that the previous owner used it frequently.

The leather surface is a special kind of leather, which feels a bit rough, like cowhide. When you open the first page, you will see the name.

Benjamin Turner, Bronze Tiger's real name.

After looking at the first page, Miaomu became excited and quickly flipped through the notebook. Only two-thirds of it was written, and the rest was blank, but this was Tonghu's understanding of martial arts.

If thrown out, this can be said to be a martial arts secret book. Although ordinary people can't understand it, Miaomu understood it. The main reason is that what Tonghu wrote was not the moves, but the insights honed in battle.

In just two pages, Naegi found a sense of resonance, just like the reaction and speed when punching, and the more destructive energy.

And the most mysterious thing is the sense of Qi that Tonghu has been practicing. He circulates his own Qi to adjust his own combat power.

Tonghu's Qigong was a health-preserving skill he acquired by chance while traveling around the world after leaving his master. Its main function is to restore injuries and hidden injuries in the body.

This is also his most powerful skill. Even when his life is hanging by a thread, he can recover half of his injuries, just like having half an extra life. For a fighter, this advantage is terrifying.

In particular, it also records Tonghu's development of qi, which is not the way of qigong, but some moves and insights he has comprehended on his own.

"After all this fuss, I actually owe him a big favor."

Miaomu flipped through the notebook eagerly, and he could vaguely feel the aura that he had always been unable to understand.

Miaomu didn't know why Tonghu left something behind, but this thing was too heavy...

"Miaomu, where are you going?" Nygma picked up the thermos cup under the table, took a sip of the strong coffee specially prepared for staying up late, and looked at Miaomu who was about to run out with a book in his arms, and hurriedly called him.

"You have a meeting at the Gotham Police Department today!"

"I'm busy. Besides, why should I, a sheriff, show off my power? Isn't our chief in the police station? I can't just take the salary and not do any work, and be a salary thief, right?"

Miao Mu stopped walking down the stairs, turned around and said, "Let him go! This meeting must be the place where that old bastard Rob curses."

"That's true, but your schedule today is very full, and you have to hand over a prisoner tonight."

Nygma picked up the mouse and looked at the Arkham Police Department's schedule, which included a task bar marked in red.

As for asking Arkham Police Chief Wei Fei to attend the meeting, there is no problem at all. The Arkham district is now ruled by the Miao family, and this Chief Wei Fei is just a figurehead who can only receive the salary of a chief.

In terms of financial power, popularity and reputation, Miaomu far surpasses him.

Even the police officers in the Arkham Police Station have been replaced twice, and Chief Wei Fei no longer has the desire to fight for power and just lay down.

Fortunately, I don’t have to work, and even the police rarely come.

I heard that he bought a farm on the outskirts of Somerset, and he was just waiting to eat and work for a few years and then retire peacefully.

"Criminal? Is there such an item?" Miao Mu turned his head curiously and withdrew his foot from under the stairs.

"Yes, it's the clown from the TV station case. He was transferred to Arkham Asylum tonight. Normally, you should go and receive it in person, but Otis is watching over there."

Nygma raised his hand and tapped the keyboard, clicking on the time when the task was issued. It was issued at eight o'clock this morning.

The main reason is that the robbery at last night's auction also involved a group of guys dressed as clowns, and the city government wants to get rid of this public pressure and burden.

The clown who held the TV station hostage was directly escorted to the mental hospital in advance, and he was transferred at night because he didn't want any more problems to occur.

"Okay, I'll lead a team to pick you up in the evening. How's Otis's work going? Are you adapting to it?" Miaomu said with a smile as he stood at the door.

"Very adaptable." Nygma nodded and switched the computer screen to the surveillance footage inside Arkham Asylum.

Rats ran through the hidden pipes, their soybean-sized eyes staring at the mentally ill patients with strange expressions.

In order to ensure the safety of Arkham Asylum and prevent it from becoming a prison breakout center for villains, Naegi has equipped it with a full range of facilities.

The rat catcher Otis directly became the security captain of Arkham Asylum, affiliated with Arkham Security Company, which was founded by Naemu.

There are also more than 40 strong guys recruited from the slums. All of them are equipped with electric shock guns, anesthetic needles, gas masks, and explosion-proof shields, but no firearms.

Because Naegi was worried that if the madman tricked the gun into handing over by talking nonsense, it would be a waste of time. After all, the people imprisoned in Arkham Asylum were all talented people with unspeakable talents.

These guys are all brave and hard-working people. They have similar backgrounds to Miaomu and the others. They have clean backgrounds, at least no criminal records, and no bad habits like taking drugs.

After all, in some communities, drugs are completely equivalent to banknotes. They can be circulated as a transaction and maintain their value.