The Pale Rider actually sprang to his feet, staring at them with shining eyes.
It was Chandler's first time seeing someone react to their arrival as if they were long-lost family—like a kidnapped child finally reunited with their relatives, radiating anticipation and gratitude from head to toe.
It was as though he were saying, "Heavens above, earth below, you finally came!"
What was going on? Was the intelligence wrong? This time, it wasn't the Mayor who had embezzled the money?
Chandler had to make a great effort to keep his expression under control. He said solemnly, "Next, we'll be conducting a comprehensive investigation of the municipal departments. I hope you'll cooperate."
"Cooperate! Absolutely cooperate! I'll cooperate with all my heart!" The Pale Rider walked over, seized Chandler's hand, and said, "Where are you checking first? How about my office? Do you know how much that coffee machine costs?"
Chandler yanked his hand free. He might not have been from Gotham, but he had heard plenty about the place. Someone had told him that the newly appointed mayor was a mental patient, and he hadn't believed it.
Now, it seemed the reputation was well deserved.
Chandler coughed twice and immediately sent someone to inspect the coffee machine. After checking it, two agents said, "Boss, this is a pretty high-end machine. It should be worth around two hundred thousand dollars."
"Did you buy this, Mayor?"
"No," the Pale Rider hurriedly said. "How could I have that much money? It was bought with municipal funds."
Chandler immediately lost interest.
Seeing that he had fallen silent, the Pale Rider grew a little anxious. "This thing is very expensive."
Chandler waved him off. "Don't try that on me. You'll say it's necessary for normal hospitality, then produce a mountain of evidence and render all our