Back at the distillery, Li Ang and Frank discussed things and woke up one of the Mexicans.
Harley Quinn hadn't killed anyone, but she'd hit them pretty hard.
They woke up an older-looking Mexican.
"Don't hit me!"
The moment he saw Frank in his suit, the old man shouted.
"We're good people."
Li Ang immediately said, "Have you ever seen a bad guy wearing a suit?"
"Of course..."
The Mexican answered at once, "Penguin's men do."
"Good. Looks like you've figured out who we are."
Li Ang didn't mind. If he couldn't be a good guy, he'd be a bad guy instead.
At that, the Mexican's face immediately fell.
First Harley Quinn, now one of Penguin's men. Gotham was impossible to survive in!
"I'm here on behalf of Mr. Cobblepot. Why did you stop supplying liquor to the Iceberg Lounge? If you don't have a satisfactory answer..."
Li Ang's expression darkened as he spoke. Even he felt he had real potential as a villain.
Frank understood the assignment even better and flashed his pistol.
The Mexican was terrified. These were Penguin's men, hardened by a life of gunfire. They wouldn't hesitate to kill.
He immediately told them everything.
"Please pass this on to Mr. Cobblepot."
He'd even started addressing him respectfully.
They'd won the Iceberg Lounge's business because their prices were low and they were willing to fight.
But going up against Penguin...that would be no different from asking for death.
"We only came to Gotham to do business. We have no grudge against the Iceberg Lounge. It's mainly the Demon Gang. They won't let us supply the Iceberg Lounge because this is their territory."
The Mexican quickly explained.
Quite a few people from their hometown had come over, but they weren't a major force in Gotham.
Naturally, they didn't want to pick a fight with a gang like that.
So they'd let the locals sort it out themselves.
Li Ang understood. His expression darkened. "I don't care what happened. I need this shipment. As for what happens after that, Mr. Cobblepot will have something to say."
"No problem. Please allow me to wake up my men."
The Mexican hurriedly agreed.
"Fine. Send the liquor over directly. If it isn't there before dawn, you can go live in the Atlantic Ocean."
Li Ang added another threat, then left with Frank.
He wasn't stupid.
They had the numbers. What if they woke up and turned on him?
He wasn't afraid, but Frank was only flesh and blood. If he got killed, he'd be dead.
"Pah! Strutting around with a white pig!"
As soon as the two had left, the Mexican's expression changed, but he didn't dare do anything.
He could only wake up his countrymen and quickly get the rest of the liquor loaded.
They had to hurry and deliver it to the Iceberg Lounge!
"Why are you holding your phone?"
In the car, Frank asked Li Ang. Harley Quinn was still fast asleep in the back seat.
"If they don't deliver the liquor, I'll call the cops."
Li Ang put his phone away, then handed the Glock back to Frank.
"You'd better keep it."
Frank meant well. "You've made enemies of them. You'll feel safer with this to protect yourself."
"..."
No wonder Big Guy had been so quiet.
But Li Ang didn't take it. He had principles.
"I don't have a permit to carry a gun."
"Since when did gangsters need a gun permit?"
Frank rolled his eyes and put the Glock back in the glove compartment.
"Get out of here. I'm not one of you."
Li Ang immediately said, "I'm just doing my job. I came here to buy liquor!"
"Fine, fine. You're right about everything."
Frank glanced in the rearview mirror. "So what are we doing with the one in the back?"
"Do you have room at your place?"
Li Ang asked.
Frank immediately shook his head furiously, like a bobblehead.
"My mom said I can't bring women home just like that!"
"What? Why are you such a good boy? She's gorgeous!"
Li Ang looked astonished. He couldn't believe anyone could resist a beautiful woman.
"What? Don't you have a mom?"
"..."
"Li Ang, why aren't you saying anything?"
"You'd better not say that to Batman. I'm worried he'll beat you to death."
"Why?"
Li Ang made his escape in advance.
Frank refused to take Harley Quinn home, no matter what. Instead, he drove Li Ang back.
Luckily, Li Ang was a bar manager now, so showing up late or leaving early wasn't a problem—as long as Penguin didn't say anything...
And now that Li Ang had temporarily resolved the liquor supply issue, Penguin wouldn't blame him over something this minor.
Downstairs at his apartment building, Li Ang looked around, afraid some freakishly gifted criminal might leap out of the dark.
He was carrying Harley Quinn in his arms. This wasn't going to work; he could only carry her upstairs.
Luckily, he was strong enough to hold her with one arm and fish out his keys with the other.
It was already the middle of the night, and Kara had naturally gone to bed hours ago.
Trying not to make a sound, Li Ang carried Harley Quinn inside, feeling a little troubled.
He might as well dump her on the sofa and let her make do for the night.
With that in mind, he tossed her straight onto the sofa.
Who would've thought Harley Quinn would suddenly open her eyes, spring up from the sofa, wrap her arms around his neck, and press herself against him?
"Mm!"
Li Ang didn't dare make too much noise, so he just "halfheartedly" gave in.
A good man knew not to take the initiative, but not to refuse either. That was his experience.
Harley Quinn only let go when they were both out of breath.
"What are you doing?"
Li Ang asked with righteous indignation.
"I've decided. He didn't abandon me. I'm the one who doesn't love him anymore."
Harley Quinn said.
Li Ang immediately understood. This was the perfect time to take advantage of her vulnerability.
"Darling, remake me!"
Harley Quinn spoke, and her jester-like outfit was instantly torn to shreds, as if symbolizing her complete farewell to the Harley Quinn of the past.
Just like when she'd changed her name from Harleen Frances Quinzel to Harley Quinn.
She wanted to scream and celebrate her new beginning, but Li Ang quickly covered her mouth.
Before, they'd only dared fool around when Kara wasn't home.
Now Kara was asleep, and if they woke her, there'd be hell to pay.
If they didn't want to see the morning sun tomorrow, they had to keep quiet.
Harley Quinn found that quite thrilling.
She hadn't been wrong. Li Ang really was a man like Little Pudding.
She didn't like the honest, dull sort. She liked men who knew how to have fun.
Nice guys finished last.
Li Ang picked her up in his arms and quietly carried her to the bedroom.
But even in the bedroom, they didn't dare make a sound.
Gotham's houses had practically no soundproofing, and Kara had Super Hearing...
All they could do was hope Kara was a heavy sleeper.
Moonlight spilled into the room. Just as Li Ang had guessed, Harley's pale body was slender yet curvy—delicious, without being too rich.
At that moment, Li Ang felt that what he'd gotten from Kara wasn't Superman's strength, but Werewolf Strength.
"Come on!"
Harley Quinn signaled with her eyes.
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