American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

At Dixon's dock warehouse, Miaomu carried a bag of medicine and checked his own material reserves before leaving slowly.

There are three warehouses here that belong to him. There is no need to worry about security as they are all sealed with seals from the Gotham Police Department.

The gangs here will not attack the police's territory, and they don't want the police to take the opportunity to interfere in their business.

Some of the businesses at this kind of docks are shady.

Whether it is the prostitutes waiting on the streets for the sailors to consume them, or the drunkards who are half drunk and half awake, they all know that there are some things that cannot be touched and some people that cannot be provoked.

Some things will never die, even if you beat the Waynes to death in an alley, as long as you keep the situation stable, you can live until you are acquitted more than ten years later, and then be shot to death.

But there are some things that if you dare to touch today, ripples will appear on the surface of Gotham's river that night. The fish in Gotham do not eat human flesh, but there are many bucket piles under the river.

"You look so free, actually coming here."

Al Simmons, wrapped in a brown coat, with his collar turned up to cover his face and a top hat on his head, sat on the dock, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand, killing time.

"I thought you were gone."

Miao Mu said a little surprised. If Simmons hadn't spoken, he really wouldn't have noticed this guy.

"I'm waiting for something, you're in a good mood."

Simmons pulled up the fishing rod and found a piece of seaweed hanging on the hook. He pulled it off and threw it into the bucket next to him. There were several pieces of garbage in the bucket, but not a single fish.

"That's about right. You can't keep crying all day. Are you going back to New York?" Miaomu raised his foot and stepped on the wooden stake next to him.

"This place is nice, but it's not my territory. I won't cause trouble for others. By the way, have you dealt with the thing on your wrist?"

"Do you know what this is?"

Miao Mu rolled up his sleeves and looked at the five-dollar electronic watch on his wrist. It told time quite accurately, and the large face and strap covered up the Ouroboros brand on his wrist.

"A gift, probably. At least you didn't sign any damn contract with those demons. Keep it."

Miaomu moved his wrist, and the energy on his fingers moved, as if covered with a layer of armor. The sharp claws suddenly fell on the wooden stake and made a hole.

"If it's a gift, I'd love it." Miao Mu clenched his fists, turned his head and asked: "So, what are you waiting for?"

"An overseer, a very annoying one."

Simmons shook his head. "You'd better get out of here. I see several people who are interested in you."

"If it's a woman, I'll be happy, but forget it if it's a man. My head is worth a little bit."

Miao Mu turned around twice with the medicine bag in his hand, then left. Simmons pulled up the fishing rod and looked at the empty hook.

A short, fat dwarf, wearing a black top hat and a pair of pointed leather shoes, walked over. His face was painted with a blue clown costume and he also had a red nose.

It looked a bit out of place, especially his pair of oversized pointed leather shoes, which looked very exaggerated.

Even if Simmons didn't look back, he could feel the breath from hell. Well, this was what he was waiting for.

Malebolgia has once again started a war in Hell. This time he wants to completely rule Hell and then counterattack Heaven.

This minor failure in Gotham was just a small episode in the war between Hell and Heaven that lasted for ten thousand years.

"Hello, Simmons, you can call me Triangle Demon. Now, I will be your boss and teach you how to..."

"Shut up, you look like a bug that crawled out of the toilet." Simmons sneered.

An angry expression instantly appeared on the triangular demon's face.

Simmons held the fishhook, green undead power emerged from his hand, he turned his head suddenly, and murderous intent flashed in his dark green eyes.

"Don't tell me what to do, you lousy clown."

"you……"

"I will complete Malebolgia's mission, but I'm in a bad mood right now, so don't make me angry."

Simmons dropped the fishing hook, stood up and adjusted his collar. This windbreaker allowed him to walk on the street like a normal person, even if someone saw his face.

They would just treat him as a poor patient.

This at least made him feel like a human being, rather than a monster wandering in human society.

The triangular demon stood in place, his small body trembling slightly. How dare that guy look down on him?

A bad clown?

The Triangle Demon remembered the bastard who had provoked him countless times in Hell, but that bastard disappeared, and even Malebolgia couldn't find any trace of him.

At least this is a good thing. The Triangle Demon's anger calmed down. He pinched the red nose on his face hard, turned around and left.

He wants to go to New York. He wants to let this damn Spawn know that this world cannot function without him.

Moreover, he also wanted to show in front of Lord Malebolgia that he, the Triangle Demon, was the most loyal and capable demon.

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Naegi stood at a corner of Dixon's Wharf, looking across at the Villain Bar that had been burned to charcoal.

The bar, which was converted from a cargo ship, had been burned down, leaving only a black hull.

"Now that we've followed me here, don't you think it's redundant to hide any longer? Huh?" Miaomu turned his head away with some disdain.

The tall Sofia Falcone, wearing a black coat and a black bouquet-like headdress on her head, stood with her hands in her pockets blocking the only road behind.

"You seem to have forgotten something." Sophia asked coldly.

Two taller men walked out from behind her.

They were so strong and fat, and they were all wearing black suits. From a distance, they looked like two bowling balls with hands and feet.

What concerned Miaomu was that these two men were like twin brothers. They looked exactly the same, had the same body shape, and both had bald heads and fierce faces, but they looked a little stupid.

This was a bit too conspicuous. Miaomu thought for a long time before he remembered the identity of the twin brothers.

The twins, Gotham's underworld villains, are gold medal fighters. No matter in terms of strength or appearance, they are very impressive. Of course, this is for ordinary people.

"If it's about Falcone, don't mess with me. He can't even clean up his own ass, and he has the nerve to come out and cause trouble for me?"

Naegi doesn't indulge them at all. If in the previous Gotham, Falcone had the final say, forget it now.

In today's Gotham, when people hear the Romans call it that, there isn't much left that is worthy of respect.

The new underworld elites in Gotham even felt that Roman was too old and too much of a hindrance and should retire early. His time had passed and no one wanted to kowtow to Roman anymore.

Sophia was a little angry when she heard this, but she didn't show it. "This is an invitation, an invitation from the Romans."

An exquisite black invitation was handed over. Miaomu took a look at it and threw it into the rocky sea on the side.

"He and I are not friends. I won't go."

Naegi put his hands in his pockets, walked forward, bumped his shoulder hard, and stood on the shoulder of his twin brother on the left.

This time Miaomu used all his strength, exerting force from his feet instantly, which was somewhat similar to the Tieshankao in Bajiquan, and directly knocked the tall gold medal fighter to the ground.

Because of his huge body, he fell to the ground and rolled down the wooden plank road like a rolling ball.

Miao Mu put his hands in his pockets and left without looking back. Sophia clenched her fists and finally calmed down.

"The Romans will eventually return to power."