American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"I tell you, either pay back the money or work! I don't support idlers!" Miao Mu's voice echoed in the apartment building.

The apartment building behind the Zero Bar was originally Maroni's territory, but was given to Naegi by Falcone.

This rental apartment, which was once the base of the electric torturers, was also taken over by Naegi and a doctor was also accommodated in it.

"What do you mean? When did I owe you money?"

Dr. Milo shouted in despair, the test tube in his hand was almost crushed. He was the one who was confused.

My experiments here were going well, so how come I owe money?

"Ouch, since you said so, let's settle it!"

Naegi had been waiting for him to say this, and he took out a bill from his pocket and threw it on the table.

"This is medical expenses, this is rent, this is the money you lent me, and there are also the experimental animals you wanted, as well as those basic equipment. These all cost money!"

Naegi stretched out his hand and pinched it. "There are also living expenses! You bought two bottles of celebratory champagne last week, and that bill hasn't been added yet."

"Forget it, sir. I am merciful. The total price is 50 US dollars. According to Gotham's local loan regulations, you only need to pay me 130 million and that's it."

"130 million, why don't you go and rob it!!!"

"Robbery is not as profitable as this! If you don't want to pay it back, I can help you find a place. I know a few people selling organs at the dock. People like you..."

Naegi raised his hand and rubbed his chin, looking him up and down.

Dr. Milo was wearing a green apron, his unkempt hair was hanging down his back, and his face was red with anger.

The broken leg was replaced with a homemade prosthesis. Although it was homemade, its flexibility was no less than that of a real leg, though it was a bit rough with some parts exposed.

There are several test tubes on it. It seems that this prosthesis also has the function of portable storage.

"For someone like you, go sell two kidneys. If you sell a liver... that's probably not enough to raise the capital. You're too old. Otherwise, I know a gay bar where you can..."

"Stop, what do you want to say?" Dr. Milo raised his hand. If he could beat Naegi, he would have wanted to go over and slap him twice.

"Help me with the work and pay me back, then I won't care about you anymore." Miao Mu took out a schedule from behind and threw it on the table.

"I can give you power! You talk to me about money?"

"Talk about your paralyzing power, work and pay! What I need is money, do you see these? Get it done for me!"

Miaomu knocked hard on the table. On it was the plan he and Nygma had discussed. He did not intend to follow the traditional gangster path, which was too narrow and too unsafe.

After all, there was a big nocturnal bat there, and being targeted by that guy would not be comfortable at all.

Dr. Milo picked up the schedule on the table reluctantly, and after just flipping through two pages, his brows frowned.

What are these? Improvements to the equipment in a canning factory? Manufacturing requirements for a bread machine? A ready-to-eat meal maker?

Dr. Milo put down the schedule and looked at Naegi with a strange look on his face. He couldn't help but said, "Do you know that my research direction is biology? Not those mechanical engineering PhDs!"

"I know, but you are also a doctor. You can beat Dr. Mechanic by several blocks with just a little effort!"

Miao Mu came over with a grin on his face and praised him. Dr. Milo was very pleased with his attitude, which was both rude at first and respectful later.

"It's not impossible, but you just said that I owe you money? How do I calculate this?" Dr. Milo turned around and asked.

"Doctor, I think your laboratory is too simple. I found a chemical laboratory for you in Arkham. Although the factory has gone bankrupt, it was once ranked among the top ten chemical companies in Gotham! It has all kinds of equipment."

"real?!"

Dr. Milo asked with a surprised look on his face.

Although he seemed to be free now, it was too much trouble to rub those experimental equipment with his hands in the rental house.

Just like the centrifuge he is using now, which was something he bought from a thrift store and modified himself. It can only be said that it is effective, but the numerical value is terrible.

In the past, this kind of thing wouldn't even have the chance to be thrown into the trash can, and he wouldn't even look at it.

But now he is "dead", and he dares not use any of his previous things, even the money he hid in a Swiss bank, for fear that the Assassin's League would find out.

Of course, Dr. Milo didn't know that Naeki had sunk Talia, the princess of the Assassin's League, into the sea, otherwise he would have been so scared that he would have run out of Gotham overnight. This is like escaping from the tiger's mouth and falling into the wolf's den.

Naegi came over and patted Dr. Milo on the shoulder, and described seriously how to eat the pancake.

"The lab is ready, but I'm really short of money. Please spend two days to get these things done. Don't talk about money. I'll increase your research funding by 10% every month!"

"real?!"

Dr. Milo didn't know how to describe his feelings. He was indeed short of money, otherwise he wouldn't have opened champagne to celebrate just for a small research result.

In the past, there was no need to celebrate! We just started working.

Isn't it because he has no money? Although he has the technology and the enhancers he produces are expensive on the black market, he has to dare to sell them!

He heard from the secret network that one of his colleagues in New York was killed with only an eyeball and a brain left because he betrayed the organization and attempted to rebel.

Dr. Milo really wanted to see this miracle of life, but he didn't want to become like this at all. Losing a leg was already the biggest price he had to pay, and he cherished his life very much.

"Of course it's true! If I were lying, I would write my name backwards from left to right!"

After fooling Dr. Milo and making sure he would do his job well, Naegi walked down from the apartment building with his hands in the outer pockets of his jacket.

The streets outside were covered with a layer of white snow. It had been snowing since the night before. Miaomu walked to the side of the road and looked at the Zero Bar which was being renovated. This was his property.

The opening date of the bar was also confirmed, which was Christmas Day, a good day after all, it was Jesus' birthday.

"Hey, isn't this our sheriff? How come you have time to visit the Upper East Side?" The Penguin's voice sounded from the side.

Miao Mu quickly turned his head and looked over.

Oswald the Penguin was standing on the side of the road, leaning on an umbrella and wearing a somewhat worn black windbreaker. He had a smile on his face, but also a hint of fatigue.

"I thought you were drowned in the river. I haven't seen you for a long time. It must have been at least two or three weeks, right?"

Miao Mu asked curiously: "Where did you go?"

As he said that, Naegi walked over and patted Oswald on the shoulder. Naegi was still very happy to see him again.

“It’s hard to put it into words.” Oswald shook his head. Standing on the roadside with his umbrella, he looked like a fallen nobleman.

Although, he could really be said to be a noble...well, once was.

"The bar will open soon, right?" Oswald looked towards Bar Zero with a look of joy in his eyes.

"The store will open on Christmas. If you have nothing to do, can you help me plan it? After all, you know a lot about it." Miaomu said with a smile.

When he saw Oswald's tattered coat, he knew that the Penguin was not having a good life.

"No, I'm just passing by. By the way, do you want something to eat?" Oswald took out a paper bag from his coat.

There are two hot meat patties in it. If you stuff some vegetable leaves in it and add some sauce, it will be a burger, but unfortunately it is obviously not.

But there was a cup of hot cocoa in the bag, which made it a good lunch.

"What are you doing..." Miaomu was about to ask him what was wrong recently. This was obviously the Wayne Winter Charity Organization distributing food on the street.

However, he couldn't say it out loud. Everyone gets into trouble sometimes, and Oswald is a man who cares a lot about his reputation. Asking directly... is not a good choice.

"Try it. It tastes pretty good. Chili peppers are added when making the patties. I think it tastes better than a hamburger."

Oswald took out a loaf of bread and handed it to Naemu, who did not refuse. The other person was offering him a lunch in pieces, so what reason did he have to refuse?

However, Naegi quietly pulled out his new wallet from his trouser pocket, and when Oswald wasn't noticing, Naegi reached out to take the bread and threw the wallet into his pocket.