He Doesn't Love You at All

The Mexicans the bartender had mentioned were a group of Mexican men who sold liquor in Old Town.

A lot of so-called public intellectuals spun tales about how hardworking Chinese people could make big money in America.

In reality, there were plenty of people here willing to work hard.

Mexicans, for example.

Most of them were undocumented immigrants who had crossed the border, and they charged even less. The competition was brutal.

Most importantly, they spoke English, which gave them a big advantage over many immigrants who couldn't communicate.

And the Mexicans were bold. They'd do anything.

Take this Black Liquor Factory right in front of them. It only operated at night, and countless bottles of liquor were shipped out to clubs and bars.

The money poured in nonstop. Without protection, the place would've been robbed countless times by now.

"Wait, what happened to the Mexicans? What happened to the work?"

Li Ang and Frank sat in the black sedan parked in the alley and watched for a long time.

The roll-up door of the illegal factory up ahead was open, and lights shone inside, but they couldn't see anyone.

"Are the hardworking Mexicans slacking off too?"

At Li Ang's words, Frank snorted. "Those Mexicans are all a bunch of useless bastards. They're not hardworking at all."

In many people's eyes, immigrants were a nuisance because they took away job opportunities.

"Let's go take a look."

Li Ang unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door to get out.

"Wait."

Frank immediately called out. "This is Demon Gang territory. Take this."

He expertly opened the glove compartment, pulled out a Glock, and handed it to Li Ang.

I'm a good guy. Shouldn't I be getting a USP?

Li Ang silently took it and tucked it into his waistband, where no one could see it.

Then Frank got out too, and the two walked side by side.

With the big guy Frank beside him, Li Ang felt inexplicably reassured.

Since they were on another gang's turf, they approached carefully.

"Not a sound."

They exchanged a glance, then went straight to the roll-up door.

As they approached, they saw a Mexican lying on the ground, looking like he was sleeping peacefully.

But he certainly hadn't just fallen asleep on his own.

Inside, several more people lay sprawled about, all out cold.

They didn't look quite as peaceful, though. Some had huge bumps on their heads, while others had swollen faces and bruised eyes.

"What happened?"

Frank immediately pulled out his gun.

He might've been a big guy, but in Gotham, if you could use a gun, you didn't rely on brute force.

"Be careful."

Li Ang signaled him to hold still, then listened for a moment.

From inside came faint breathing, followed by a soft glugging sound.

Was someone drinking?

Seeing this happen at a liquor dealer's place, it was obvious someone had come to drink and didn't want to pay.

So the easiest solution was to knock everyone out and walk away without paying.

You had to admit.

That was Gotham for you!

Then he and Frank exchanged a glance and walked inside.

The person inside didn't seem to notice them. Even when they were right in front of him, he kept guzzling liquor.

"Is that... Harley Quinn?"

Frank recognized her at a glance.

Li Ang, on the other hand, stared for a while. Harley Quinn really did look like she'd dressed up for a circus: a red-and-black bodysuit, with a hood on her head...

"Who are you? You're dressed so old-fashioned. You definitely aren't Little Pudding's men."

Harley Quinn finally glanced at them.

Frank looked down at his suit, so mature and dignified.

Then he looked at Li Ang's casual outfit. She was definitely calling him old-fashioned!

Li Ang's mouth twitched. "I was wondering who it was. That clown outfit of yours went out of style in the nineties. Wearing it now is just sad."

"Circuses these days wouldn't even hire you, ma'am."

"Fuck!"

Harley Quinn smashed a bottle and sprang to her feet.

She stared at Li Ang for a long moment.

"Hic!"

Just as Frank thought she was about to attack, she let out a belch. Then Harley Quinn started waving her arms around like a lunatic.

"You're right! Are you a fashion guru?"

Harley Quinn circled Li Ang, poking his arm with her little finger. "Hey, how about you help me change my look, then help me win Little Pudding back? He's fallen for someone else. He doesn't love me anymore!"

The sudden change left Frank stunned. He'd been ready to fight.

He knew he had no chance against Harley Quinn, but he'd still steeled himself to take a beating.

Hearing what Harley Quinn said, Li Ang realized what she was going through.

So she was a lovesick fool who'd been dumped.

No wonder she was drowning her sorrows alone.

Then Li Ang said, "No."

"No? What do you mean, no?"

Harley Quinn looked angry, making Frank so nervous he kept signaling Li Ang with his eyes.

Li Ang simply said, "You won't win Joker back. He doesn't love you at all."

"How can that be?!"

At Li Ang's words, Harley Quinn let out a piercing scream.

"You have no idea what he's said to me. He said he'd love me forever, till the seas ran dry and the rocks crumbled, and he also said..."

She trailed off, then shook her head. "He said a lot more, anyway. He said so much. If he doesn't love me, then who does he love?"

Harley Quinn looked murderous, as if she was ready to beat up the other woman.

Li Ang calmly said, "Batman, of course."

"Joker's spent his whole life in a love-hate relationship with Batman. Why would he fall for you instead?"

Harley Quinn's murderous expression faltered at the answer.

A woman consumed by doubt immediately began turning the matter over in her mind. She replayed things in her head and realized it seemed to be true.

No matter what Joker did, it was all to oppose Batman.

Whenever Batman showed up, Joker always looked so happy.

"Ah!!"

"I don't love you anymore! Never again!"

Harley Quinn went completely crazy and did a backflip toward the exit.

"Thump!"

Then she crashed headfirst onto the floor.

"Phew!"

Before long, she was snoring away.

"Is she... drunk?"

Frank asked.

"Looks like it."

Li Ang surveyed the scene. Harley Quinn had no idea how much she'd drunk, but she could really hold her liquor.

"What do we do now?"

Frank asked Li Ang.

"Let's carry her to the car first. If we leave her here, someone'll take advantage of her."

Li Ang said.

Frank did as he was told, but didn't move. "You carry her. I don't dare."

He was afraid Harley Quinn was faking. If he touched her, she might break his fingers.

But he wasn't afraid of Harley Quinn. He was afraid of Joker.

Even Penguin Cobblepot had a hard time dealing with him.

An unpredictable beauty like her was more than any ordinary person could handle!

To avoid wasting time, Li Ang picked Harley Quinn up.

She looked thin, but she had curves in all the right places. Judging by his keen eye, she had an impressive figure; it was just hard to tell under that circus-like outfit.