American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

When you walk into the bar, you are greeted by dazzling lights that are so dazzling, and there is also loud noise in your ears.

Miao Mu and the others stood at the door and tilted their heads for a moment to adjust themselves before looking around. In the middle was a huge octagonal cage ring where two muscular men, one black and one white, were fighting.

Every punch hit the flesh, blood splattered everywhere, and the sweat on the body was reflective under the light.

Like two ferocious lions, their fangs bit each other, tearing the skin and flesh to reveal bright red blood, and then slammed fiercely into the octagonal cage, splashing a burst of sweat and blood.

Many people around were screaming loudly because of this primitive violence, and on the big screen on the side were the betting odds.

Bloody, violent.

It seems cruel at first glance, but with the deafening music all around, there are also cheers coming from all directions.

The wildness of the surging hormones caused dopamine to be secreted quickly in the brain, and the audience was as excited as if they had taken drugs.

"Would you like something to drink?" Naegi raised his thumb and gestured at the bar on the right.

"You have money?" Gordon raised his eyebrows.

"You treat, he pays the bill!" Naegi pointed a finger at Milo who was shocked by the black boxing octagonal cage.

Gordon also turned to look at him and nodded.

"I think it's okay."

So the two of them walked to the bar and looked at the wooden wine board hanging above the bar, on which were the prices of the drinks.

"Two beers, with ice! What do you want?" Miao Mu turned around and asked.

Gordon pushed up his glasses, and the people sitting on both sides of the bar looked at them unfriendly.

"Whiskey bar."

"OK, two beers and a whiskey."

Naegi was sitting on a high stool and talking to the waitress at the bar who was wearing eye shadow and had a heart sticker on her face.

"Here, and the clothes are cute."

The waitress smiled and brought two large glasses of beer, pushed them over, and took the bill that Gordon took out.

Miao Mu looked down at the pink cat on the T-shirt, raised his hand and placed it on the table and smiled: "I also have a pink girlish heart."

As he spoke, he pulled his T-shirt with his hand, and it shook twice like a heartbeat, which made the waitress laugh.

Gordon couldn't help but shake his head when he saw Naegi flirting with the girls, and reached for the whiskey glass.

Young people just love to play...

Gordon reached out to pick up the wine glass, but was pressed down on the table by a large hand that reached out from the side. There was a tattoo of a grinning dog head on the back of the hand.

Gordon glanced to the side and saw a burly man with a gold tooth in his mouth, grinning maliciously, like a standing Shar Pei dog.

"I seem to smell it..." The sturdy man closed his eyes, twitched his nose, and sniffed hard a few times, "...the smell of cops!"

"Heh~tui!"

A mouthful of spit flew over Gordon's head and landed on the sturdy man's face, causing him to open his eyes suddenly, his eyes turning red with anger.

"who is it!!!"

"What's wrong with me?" Miaomu leaned on the bar with an unhappy look on his face. He looked even more arrogant than a gangster.

"you!"

The sturdy man slapped Gordon who was blocking his way away, gritted his teeth and was about to go find trouble with Naegi. He was determined to stuff this bastard's head into the toilet of the bar!

Gordon, who was pushed by him, did not give him a good look. He punched him in the face, kicked him on the leg, grabbed his arm, and used a reverse arm grab.

The defenseless strong man was hit by the punch. Before he could fight back, he felt a pain in his leg, and his body lost stability and fell to the ground. When he felt the pain in his arm, he knew he was in trouble.

The experience of being in prison many times tells me that this is a veteran. When he arrests someone, he puts handcuffs on them immediately!

And the fact is indeed so. Gordon reached for his waist, trying to get the handcuffs out of habit, but found nothing...

When he came out, he didn't bring the handcuffs, which were still thrown in the car, but he reached out and touched the handle of the pistol.

This scene made the people around tremble in their hands. Shooting and killing people, isn't it too exciting?

The sturdy man who was pressed to the ground did not feel the handcuffs on him, but he reacted immediately and struggled to crawl off the ground.

Miaomu, who was standing next to him, picked up the beer glass, tugged at his belt, tilted his head back, and drank it all down in one gulp.

Then he burped and grinned at the waitress who was looking curiously outside from the bar.

Miaomu grabbed the handle of the beer mug and swung it like a hammer, hitting the sturdy man's head with a clang.

The glass beer cup was of good quality and did not break, but the strong man fell asleep immediately without struggling, and directly embraced the angelic tenderness.

Miao Mu looked at the beer glass, put it on the table, and asked the waitress: "Is it okay to fight here?"

"It's no problem, but if you kill someone, you'll be thrown to the back to feed the fish, and there are sharks out back."

The waitress smiled, put away the empty cup, pinched her neck and made a hanging gesture.

"Haha, is that a great white shark?"

Miaomu laughed jokingly and said that in Penguin Man’s future territory, there would be a great white shark under the Iceberg Nightclub to punish those disobedient younger brothers.

Thinking of this, Miao Mu looked around and asked casually: "Whose territory is this?"

The waitress looked at him, then at Gordon who was sitting next to her, and seemed to be hesitating whether to say anything.

"Look at this..." The waitress picked up a bottle of wine, pointed at the brand logo on it, and hinted at Naegi.

It was a bottle of Italian red wine with a circular label on it, which looked like a human figure when the waitress raised her hand to block it.

Romans!

Naegi immediately understood, Roman Falcone, if you think about it carefully, only the godfather of Gotham underworld could have the standards to set up such a place.

Miaomu turned around and looked at the octagonal cage, where the winner had already been decided.

There was a person lying inside who looked like a blood gourd. He was dragged down by his legs. No one knew whether he was taken to the hospital for treatment or thrown into the sea behind to feed the sharks.

The latter is more likely.

Looking at the people here, they are almost all villains, hooligans, rogues, gangsters, and some young people seeking excitement.

It is a bit like the tavern in the game, refreshing the NPC thugs as needed at any time. Maybe... it is really a recruitment place for the underworld.

Thinking of this, Miaomu stretched his neck and looked around, wanting to try his luck and meet some "acquaintances".

"Brother Miao, what should we do with this kid?" Milo walked over with a dark face, carrying a young man, and touched his crotch with gritted teeth.

If you don't learn any good things, you will learn bad things at a glance.

That kick just now almost made Milo see his great-grandmother... great-grandmother who had died many years ago.

"..."

Miao Mu looked speechlessly at the boy with a black eye. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, maybe even younger.

She smiled playfully and gave him an awkward smile.

At first glance, you can tell that he is someone from the slums. Miaomu is very familiar with that place. There are many homeless people and quite a few street children.

As for the Gotham Orphanage...it's not a place for people to stay. Every time you go in, there's a villain coming out. It's definitely a refresh point.

As for Milo's resentful look, Naoki felt a little guilty. He had to find a way to redeem himself for his younger brother!

"Little devil! You've pissed me off. Tell me how you want to die!"

Miao Ban frowned, pulled out a revolver from his waist, and slammed it on the bar with a clang.

The customers at the corner of the bar were frightened because the black muzzle of the gun was pointing right at them.

The guests cursed with twitching lips and moved away with their wine glasses. They were bad guys, but definitely not fools.

If it goes off accidentally, it would be a miserable death.

"I...I don't want to die." The boy said dejectedly.

"No, everyone is destined to die. You have to make a choice. Tell me! Little ghost, do you have any last words?"

"I..." The young man opened his mouth and thought seriously. It seemed that he really didn't have any last words to say.

"Just shoot." The boy said resignedly.

"…This script is wrong. You have to beg me? Beg me to let you go, and then beg me to spare your life."

"..."

Now it was the boy's turn to be speechless. This... big brother? The boy didn't know how to address him. Why did he seem to be out of his mind?

"Don't scare him. What's your name? Where do you live? Where are his parents? Why are you here?" Gordon turned around and asked.

This opening is in the style of an old policeman, and the whole thing is more comprehensive than checking personal information.

"My name is Jason, and I live in Crime Alley..."

"Wait, what's your name?" Naegi interrupted him and asked.

"Jason. Jason Todd."