American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Ten minutes later, Miao Mu came down from the ring with his hands in his pockets, and he really paid with his body...

But it was not the kind of sexual compensation that Miaomu had imagined. He was ready to test the cadres and prepare to make a deal worth tens of billions.

As a result, talking about money...hurts feelings.

I had two fights in the ring, each fight cost fifty yuan.

In the first scene, we fight a thief. No, although he is a thief, he is not the kind that you might imagine, the kind that steals wallets quietly.

The people of Gotham will never let themselves be wronged, let alone commit such a depressing crime.

The way they steal... is to put a knife against the lower back of the "fat sheep", make him shut up, and then... reach out and take it!

He could obviously rob it, but he still did it himself. What kind of professional ethics is this!

However, this kind of professional behavior has been upgraded to a "prop match" in the octagonal cage of black boxing, with butterfly knives being swung in the hands.

He looks ferocious and extremely strong.

However, after Miaomu came on the field with a street fighting "brick", a brick flew over and knocked him unconscious.

Then he grabbed his arm and threw him with all his strength, across the iron mesh fence that was more than two meters high. When he fell to the ground, there was a muffled sound accompanied by a scream.

The second scene was about a Russian skinhead. Once he took off his black leather jacket, he looked like a shaved polar bear.

It was a very strong fight, with real punches. Naegi and he were not in the same weight class, but the fight ended with one punch.

Miao Mu used the Iron Monkey Fist technique and threw a hook directly on the Russian's chin, exploding with force.

The strong body of the Russian was directly knocked off the ground with his feet. The exaggerated sense of power and visual effect almost made the eyes of the audience below pop out.

The Russian fell heavily on the ring, twitched twice and then fainted. It was either a concussion or a severe fainting.

Coming down from the ring, the referee in a bikini came down from the platform on the side with a look of admiration.

He inserted a greenback with Franklin's old face printed on it into the gap in front of his chest, bent down slightly and straightened his chest, allowing Miaomu to reach out and take it.

When encountering such a thing, how can you be polite?

If it weren't for Gordon and the others watching, and Jason with stars in his eyes, Miaomu would have rubbed his hands to warm them up before taking the money.

"Here, it's ok now."

Naegi put the bills on the bar, picked up Milo's remaining half glass of beer, and poured it into his mouth.

The waitress picked up the banknote with her fingernails with a bit of disgust, glanced at the lady who was sitting on the stage acting as the referee mascot, and cursed inwardly: "A bitch who seduces men!"

Shaking off the smell of perfume, the waitress picked up a prepared cocktail and pushed it to Naegi.

"It's my treat. What do you want to know?"

The waitress leaned against the bar, flicked her hair and gave a seductive smile.

"I want to know all the information about that bald guy!"

"Well, that...bald guy, he came here to drink a cup of coffee, met a few people and left, that's all."

"Looking for someone? Who is he looking for?"

Miao Mu immediately grasped the key point and thought to himself that he knew this guy was not honest. How could he come here to recruit soldiers?

"I don't know. The people here come and go without a trace. They are all... bad guys." The waitress laughed when she said this.

"Okay, last question, what's your name?"

Miao Mu took the small paper umbrella on the tail of the wine, threw it to Jason next to him to play with, and asked while holding up the light green wine glass.

"You finally asked me. I thought you wouldn't ask until you left." The waitress gave him a resentful look, but still smiled and told him, "My name is Helena."

"What a nice name!" Miao Mu praised without any sincerity.

"What's good about it?" Helena asked with raised eyebrows.

"I don't know, but it sounds... very pleasing." Miao Mu smiled, looking like a playboy in love.

"Tsk, man..." Helena shook her head.

"But why are you working here? Like you said, this place is full of... bad people." Naegi asked curiously.

"I just came back from Sicily. I had nowhere to go, so I started working here. Although it's a little chaotic here, I can still make money."

As she spoke, Helena reached into her pocket, took out the hundred-dollar bill, and shook it with a smug smile on her face.

"Bye, see you next time."

There was nothing else to do, so Naegi waved and asked Gordon and the others to go back. This sudden departure surprised Helena a little.

And he left without stopping for a moment...

"Fuck, don't I have any charm? Are you just going to wave your hand and leave?"

Helena pulled the clothes in front of her unconvincedly, looked down, and then turned her head to look at the referee who was sitting on the platform and dancing with the flag in her high heels.

After taking a look at that curvy figure, Helena suddenly felt a little unconfident.

"Ms. Bettinelli, Mr. Hrog is calling you over." A middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair came over.

"I'll be right there." Hearing this, Helena untied her black apron and walked towards the second floor.

The door of the manager's office was pushed open and Helena walked in, "Uncle, you asked me to come."

"Oh, Helena, my dear niece, did you say anything to that handsome young man?"

The chair behind the desk turned around, and a somewhat fat middle-aged man sat on it with a pipe in his hand.

He is the manager of this rogue bar, Ruth Hrog.

"Who?" Helena asked softly.

"That's right, the man with the cat on his chest, did you say anything to him?" Hrog asked, taking a puff of his pipe.

"No, he just asked a bald guy who had been here before and had a cup of coffee, that's all."

Helena said truthfully.

Hrog looked into her eyes and nodded after confirming that she was not lying. "It's okay, you can go back."

When Helena was about to close the door and leave, she curiously asked inside, "Who is he?"

"A cop... a very powerful cop..."

Hrog was smoking his pipe with his head down. The light from above hid his face in black shadow, making it impossible to see the changes in his expression.

Helena closed the door, took out the hundred-dollar bill from her pocket, and flicked it with her fingers while looking at Franklin's face.

"Who are you anyway?"

Helena pushed open the window on one side, looked around, and after making sure that no one was paying attention to her, she jumped out of the window nimbly.

Like a nimble night owl, it walked lightly on the palm-wide edge of the cargo ship.

When the strong man guarding the gate below wasn't noticing, she jumped onto the wooden plank road and chased after him.

If Naegi knew her full name, Helena Bertinelli, he would definitely think of someone.

Huntress, an illegitimate daughter of a Gotham mafia family, grew up in Sicily, Italy. She possesses exquisite crossbow skills and is proficient in fighting and stick techniques.

Just like hunting, looking for prey in Gotham City, or being a member of the future Gotham female hero group "Birds of Prey".