American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Roman? You want to know about him?" Helena said awkwardly: "There aren't many people in Gotham who don't know him."

"Then tell me how he makes money."

Miao Mu said this while crossing his legs and leaning his arms on the bar, glancing towards the octagonal cage. He didn't know which wicked bastard was behind this.

"Twist his balls! Just like that!"

Following the shout, the two men who were fighting to the death in the octagonal cage both stopped strangely and stared at each other's crotches.

The darkest moment has arrived, can you do it?

The next second, the two men hugged each other and stretched out their hands to pick each other's crotch. All the men present couldn't help but clamp their crotches, and Naegi was no exception.

It’s too shocking!

"Hey! Did you hear what I just said?"

Helena patted the table and called back Naegi, who was concentrating on the octagonal cage.

"What?" Miao Mu turned his head and asked, his eyes still looking at the octagonal cage. The two men had veins bulging, their faces flushed, their bodies trembling, and they gritted their teeth and exerted force on their hands.

It was a scene that made me feel extremely painful just by looking at it!

Helena also looked over there and pulled the corner of her mouth in disgust. It was too... perverted.

"what!!!!!!!"

A scream that made anyone who heard it sad and anyone who listened to it cry came from the octagonal cage. The loser fell to his knees on the ground, covering his bloody crotch with his hands, and the winner also knelt down, covering his crotch with his hands.

Both sides suffer losses...

"What did you just say?" Miao Mu took a breath and turned his head quickly, no longer looking at the headache-inducing scenes.

When he came, he was expecting a good night, such as discussing physical contact with the girls.

But now the mind is clear and reason prevails.

Helena crossed her arms and said helplessly: "If Roman makes money, it's still his business warfare methods. No one in Gotham dares to challenge him in a ring match. Someone once went against him. Guess what happened?"

Naegi took a sip of whiskey, "Did it sink in the river?"

"Tsk tsk tsk." Helena curled her lips in disdain, her eyes acting as if she was looking at a brat.

Even though she had only just returned to Gotham not too long ago, her family was a Mafia family, a fairly large one at that, although not as big as Roman Falcone or Old Maroni.

But in Gotham, there is also a little territory and industry, and the deeds of the Mafia leader, the Godfather, Roman, are the legendary stories of a generation, but they are a bit bloody.

"Do you know the livestock slaughterhouse in Gotham? It's the factory that produces canned luncheon meat, in the western suburbs."

"I know that." Naegi nodded.

He knew this because there was a time when the cans produced at that canning factory contained human fingers...

"No way?" Miao Mu reacted.

Helena shrugged, pouted and said, "That's what you think. Is there anyone in Gotham who can deal with him? He is a Roman. Even your director is his helper."

Helena leaned forward and looked at Naegi with a smile, expecting him to show surprise at having his identity revealed.

However, it was obvious that this was going to make her regretful, as Naegi had no awareness of his identity being revealed and just smacked his lips.

"I suspect that his money came from illegal sources, but I have no evidence, which is really... not good." Miao Mu told a cold joke.

"..."

Helena stamped her feet indifferently, and Miaomu didn't say anything else, but just drank the wine in the glass.

He threw down the money for the drinks and walked out. Walking out of the noisy bar, Miaomu took a breath of the cold air outside, which still tasted the salty sea water.

"Are you a policeman?" Helena asked, with her hands in her pockets, as she came over from behind, stood next to Naegi, and turned to look at him.

"Sheriff of Arkham Police Department, you should know me."

Naegi took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a puff, and turned to look at the bustling bar inside, "This is also a Roman property, right?"

"Almost. They're just the family of his subordinates." Helena put her hands in her pockets and flapped them like wings.

"I have a bar and I need someone to clean it up." Naegi said halfway and took another puff of the cigarette.

Helena was curious, "Are you...looking for me?"

"Huh?" Miao Mu was even more surprised when he heard this. He glanced at Helena, frowned, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"You're overthinking it. I just want to know how much the open-minded female referee makes a month."

"..."

Helena's face suddenly turned red, like a pressure cooker filled with gas, "Go to hell!!!"

After cursing, Helena walked back angrily.

Miaomu actually laughed, like a fox that stole a chicken, laughing shrilly.

"This girl is quite interesting." Miaomu walked forward along the wooden plank road, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Helena walked into the bar angrily, glared at the female referee sitting on the podium and waving the flag, and walked towards the utility room at the back.

“Men… huh!”

Helena took out a suitcase, opened the lid, looked at the equipment inside, reached out and took a black combat suit and put it on, with a fierce look in her eyes.

------

Miaomu was walking on the beach, he threw away the cigarette butt in his mouth, reached out and grabbed a crab that had crawled up from the ground during the low tide, stuffed it in his trouser pocket, and thought about going to Chinatown for a midnight snack.

The car is parked at the dock, so there is no need to worry about it being stolen. Who would be crazy enough to steal a police car...

I just have to worry about whether someone will break the glass.

Just as Miaomu walked to the side of the road, looking at a store opposite and planning to buy another pack of cigarettes, there was a whoosh.

It was the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air. Miaomu immediately jumped up, did a tactical roll to the side, and turned to look at the place where he had just stood.

A shiny crossbow arrow was stuck less than three steps away from where he had just stood, and its wings were still trembling.

The arrow had penetrated the asphalt road with great force.

With just one glance, Naegi became alert. He reached out to take out the Glock 17 modified, turned on the safety, and scanned the surroundings.

The effect of the Eye of True Vision has been unfolded. It is night time and there are too many dark caves of the Tibetans. There is only light under the street lamps and in the shops.

Standing next to the wall, Helena seemed to blend into the surrounding darkness. Like a hidden hunter, she loaded arrows into the crossbow in her hand.

When she was in Italy, she trained in the Mafia's killer school for ten years. By the time she graduated, she had surpassed her teacher.

Behind the eyeshadow mask on her face was a headband that tied her black hair behind her head so as not to affect her shooting and fighting.

However, Naegi's reaction did surprise her. She had no intention of attacking him, she just wanted to scare him.

But now, the flame of competitiveness was also ignited in Helena's heart. She wanted to know how powerful this policeman who was feared by her uncle, the youngest sheriff, was!

The black crossbow turned around and pulled the trigger at Miaomu. The taut crossbow string made a slight sound and the crossbow arrow flew out instantly.

Miaomu's eyes immediately caught the crossbow arrow flying towards him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the crossbow arrow in his hand.

Without any hesitation, Naegi raised his pistol, aimed it in the direction of the crossbow arrow, and pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang...

The bullet hit the iron fence over there, sparks flew, and Helena quickly bent down and ran away.

Seeing the moving black shadow, Naegi chased forward while firing. With his free left hand, he pulled out the M500 revolver from his waist and cocked the hammer.