A long silence followed from the other end, so long that Oliver began to wonder whether renting a place in Gotham had some unique rules that Schiller had forgotten to tell him about. Were they waiting for his passcode?
"602 Pedro Street. Meet in person."
The other party hung up after saying that, leaving Oliver even more confused.
Still, he did not have much else to worry about. If they were just ordinary shady agents trying to lure him over and rob him, he was not someone to be trifled with. And there were hardly any Federal Bureau of Investigation agents in this city, so he did not have to worry about getting caught.
Oliver started the car and set off immediately. Schiller, standing by his bedroom window, let out a sigh of relief. It seemed Oliver had found a suitable place at last. He could finally get some rest.
This time, before Schiller could even get into bed, urgent pounding came from outside his door. The moment he opened it, Harley charged straight in.
She nearly knocked Schiller off balance. Once he steadied himself, he saw several small balls of different colors in Harley's hand.
Noticing Schiller's gaze shift to her hand, Harley smugly planted one hand on her hip, raised the other high, and shook the little balls at him.
"What are these?" Schiller asked.
"Your favorite thing—money, obviously!" Harley looked at Schiller and said, "Don't look at me like that. Let me introduce them."
Harley thumped her chest and said, "The first batch of Sinner Hunters, and so far, the hunter with the highest kill count, the best soul quality, and the number-one overall ranking!"
Schiller did not react for a moment. Harley said, "I have Demon Vision activated. It can't find any information about your soul,