American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Hey, Chief Naegi, you haven't been here for a while. Come on, take a seat. Erzi, serve the tea!"

In a Chinese medicine store in Chinatown, the old owner with white hair welcomed Miaomu to sit down.

"Okay, Mr. Tang, I'm out of safflower oil. Please help me get some more, and that... ointment for bruises and injuries."

Miaomu didn't hesitate to sit down and started asking for things. When practicing fighting, injuries are inevitable. Medicine and martial arts have been inseparable since ancient times. You can't go to the doctor for every minor illness or pain, right?

Although Miaomu has the Dionysus Gem, a treasure that can quickly restore the body, Miaomu generally does not use it. Once he gets used to getting hurt, it is not a good thing.

The human body's sense of pain is very important. Only by fearing pain and injury, blocking and dodging can we become more agile.

Otherwise, just look at Marvel's Deadpool. Before he mutated, he could use knives and bullets, and water couldn't penetrate him.

After the mutation, he recovered super well. Not to mention being able to resist bullets, his uniform even had so many patches on it.

"Hey, Chief Naegi, I got some good stuff here, would you like to see it?"

The old store manager, whom Miaomu called Mr. Tang, sat next to him with a mysterious smile on his face and stroking his goatee.

"What?" Miao Mu looked at the teacup brought over by the young man and turned his head with some curiosity. Twenty years ago, this old man Tang was a real leader in Chinatown, but now he is retired.

He was once a ruthless man who had shot at Falcone in the street. Even now, his words are law in Chinatown, and some of the smuggling channels for seedlings are also through his channels.

Compared to those routes for smuggling drugs, arms, and people, Chinatown mainly deals in various supplies, such as food, drinks, and daily necessities. The inspections are not strict, and you can't make much money.

Those mafias and gangs don't value this little bit of profit, and they don't want to go to war with those forces in Chinatown.

So they just keep their distance and don't interfere with each other.

However, Miaomu has taken this route, although it is only a temporary loan. In the future, when his business goes beyond the Arkham area, he will build his own transportation channel. Now he still lacks a general to take charge.

There is only one position for every person, and Miaomu couldn't find a suitable person for the time being. Besides, the Arkham supermarket chain has just started, and the channels in Chinatown are sufficient to fill the gap.

"I have a treasure that can prolong your life. It's absolutely great!"

There was an undisguised look of pride on Mr. Tang's face; he had kept this secret for a long time and he could hold it in no longer.

And he also wanted to win over Miaomu. Compared with those greedy and shameless white pigs, this young man who was like his own nephew was quite good.

They are of the same race and the same kind of men. In such a foreign country, he is a reliable background, especially with Miaomu's current status. He is definitely a big boss.

Although the place is a bit small and a bit poor, he is still a policeman, and the skin on his body can crush people to death.

Although Mr. Tang is old, his ears are still sharp, and the legendary story of Miaomu is well-known to him.

This is also the reason why, when Miaomu sent someone to inquire, Mr. Tang agreed directly and personally guaranteed that Arkham District could get the first batch of goods here.

"Prolong your life? Did you steal Mr. Buddha's turtle soup?" Miao Mu couldn't help but tease.

"What's the use of that old bitch's turtle soup? It will bring disaster to people forever. Come, I will let you learn something new today."

Old Tang waved his hand disdainfully, stood up and walked to the back. His steps were light and he didn't look like he was in his seventies or eighties.

Miaomu followed him with a cup of tea in his hand. In front of them was the pharmacy. There were three large cabinets against the wall, with densely packed small drawers filled with various Chinese herbal medicines.

At the back was a place similar to a living room, with tablets and other things for worship. Old Tang walked in front and headed towards the warehouse at the back. This warehouse was on the second floor.

Next to the stairs, there is a statue of Guan Gong, holding a knife in one hand and a bamboo slip in the other, looking sideways, looking extremely majestic.

In front of the Guan Gong statue, there is a long sword. It is a thick-backed, wide-bladed sword with seven copper rings on the back of the sword. It looks murderous, and there is a hint of blood on the snow-white blade.

"Come in, come in, and keep your voice down!"

Old Tang urged on the stairs and asked Miaomu to keep his voice down. He was afraid that others would know about it and didn't want to share it with others.

"Why are you being so mysterious?" Naegi was a little amused.

But when he walked over and looked at what was brewing in the bottle, he spat out a mouthful of tea.

"What do you think? You've never seen this thing before, right? This is a Yaksha! A legendary rare and exotic beast." Old Tang said with pride.

Miaomu was holding the teacup, standing there in a daze, not knowing how to complain for a long time, because of the big bottle in front of him, or should I call it a wine jar, the kind of glass jar that was more than one person tall.

The medicinal wine soaked in it made Miaomu unable to hold back. What made him unable to hold back was that there was a demon soaked in this jar, a demon with red skin and black wings.

If Naegi remembered correctly, this should be the little devil that took advantage of the opening of the rift in hell to fly out from hell.

But why is it so disgusting to be soaked in this?

Looking at Miaomu's surprised expression, Mr. Tang naturally took it as a look of surprise. Stroking his beard, Mr. Tang was very pleased with himself.

"This thing is exactly the same as the legendary one. It is said that eating it can prolong one's life. Unfortunately, there is only one of them. How about having a cup to try? I spent a lot of money on this jar of medicinal wine."

"No, no." Miao Mu quickly waved his hand to refuse.

It's not that he was being polite, he really didn't know that demons could be used in this way. And from what Mr. Tang said, if this thing wasn't so rare, he would have planned to eat one to try.

Does this count as developing the medicinal value of demons?

Miao Mu felt a little stunned, and he really thought that this kind of thing might... there was really a way. If it didn't work, he could just pick up another vampire. They were all long-lived anyway, and he could brew wine...

"No, I'm leaving now. This thing is a bit scary."

Miao Mu looked at Mr. Tang holding a small wine glass and carefully pouring out a few drops of wine, and he quickly backed out.

He doesn't need to prolong his life just yet.

"No, I've got it all out. This is really good stuff."

Old Tang looked at Miaomu's fleeing back with a complaining look on his face. In order not to waste the wine, he lowered his head to the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. I have to say, this was really strong.

"Alas, young people nowadays don't know good things. It's a pity that I wanted to share them with you. It's a waste."

Old Tang shook his head and walked out of the warehouse. Outside, Seedlings had already packed up his things. He threw the money down and walked out.

There was a Chinatown police car parked outside the door. The policeman next to the police car saw Miaomu coming and saluted quickly.

"Hello, Sheriff!"

"No, you're trying to play tricks on me. You're my old boss." Miao Mu smiled and punched the policeman.

This policeman was none other than Miaomu's old boss, the first sheriff who followed Miaomu and his friends after they became official police officers, Ma Yisi.

However, later he was recommended by Miaomu and transferred from the most hopeless Arkham district to the most lucrative Chinatown.

The order here is good, there are countless shops of all kinds, and the protection fees are high. Moreover, there are not so many cases in Chinatown. If problems arise, they can solve them internally.

It is the most worry-free and safest area.

Ma Yisi couldn't help laughing. "It's all about you. You are you. Get in the car. I'll take you there!"

He quickly opened the car door and let Miao Mu in, but Miao Mu stopped him, "No, I'm here to buy something, by the way."

Miao Mu turned around and gestured to the Chinese medicine store behind him, "Please take care of it. If you encounter any problems, come to me. Do you understand?"

"No problem!" Ma Yisi agreed immediately.

This kind of thing was just a matter of convenience for him, and it was nothing compared to the favor that Naegi had done him by bringing him here.

"Okay, I'll just walk around, you go." Miaomu waved his hand, took out a pair of sunglasses from his arms and put them on, holding the bag of medicine in his hand, and walked towards Dixon Wharf in front of Chinatown.