This is Likely Werewolf Strength

Back at the distillery, Li Ang and Frank discussed things for a moment, then roused one of the Mexicans.

Harley Quinn hadn't killed anyone, just hit hard.

They woke up an older-looking Mexican.

"Don't hit me!"

Seeing Frank in his suit, the old man immediately shouted.

"We're the good guys."

Li Ang said at once, "Have you ever seen a bad guy wear a suit?"

"Of course..."

The old man shot back, "Penguin's men do."

"Good, looks like you've guessed where we're from."

Li Ang didn't care—if he couldn't play the good guy, he'd play the bad.

At that, the old man's face twisted with bitterness.

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 the Iceberg Lounge? If I don't get a satisfactory answer..."

Li Ang's tone darkened, and he felt he had real potential as a villain.

Frank, catching on, simply flashed his pistol.

That terrified the old man—these were Penguin's men, forged in gunfire and blood, killers without mercy.

He spilled everything immediately.

"Please relay this to Mr. Cobblepot."

His tone had turned respectful.

The reason they'd gotten the Iceberg Lounge's business was their low prices and willingness to fight.

But going up against Penguin... that was suicide.

"We just wanted to do business in Gotham. We have no grudge against the Iceberg Lounge. It's the Demon Gang—they won't let us supply the Lounge. This is their turf after all."

The old man blurted it out.

Though plenty of his countrymen had come, they weren't a major force in Gotham.

They didn't want to tangle with that kind of power.

Better to let the locals sort it out themselves.

Li Ang understood, his face darkening. "I don't care how. I need this batch of goods, and as for what happens next, Mr. Cobblepot will have something to say."

"No problem, just let me wake my men up."

The old man hurriedly agreed.

"Fine. Deliver the goods directly. If they're not there before dawn, you'll be spending your days in the Atlantic."

Li Ang added another threat, then took Frank and left.

He wasn't stupid.

The other side had numbers—what if they turned hostile after waking up?

He wasn't afraid, but Frank was only flesh and blood. If he died, he'd stay dead.

"Pui! Strutting around with that white-skinned pig!"

Once they were gone, the old man's face changed, but he didn't dare make a move.

He could only rouse his countrymen and hurriedly pack up the remaining liquor.

Then rush to deliver it to the Iceberg Lounge!

"What are you doing with your phone?"

In the car, Frank asked Li Ang. In the back seat, Harley Quinn was still snoring away.

"If they don't deliver, I'll call the police."

Li Ang put his phone away and handed the Glock back to Frank.

"You keep it."

Frank said kindly, "You pissed them off. It'll give you peace of mind to have it."

"..."

So that's why Big Guy had been so quiet.

But Li Ang didn't take it. He had his principles.

"I don't have a gun permit."

"Since when do gangsters need a gun permit?"

Frank pursed his lips and put the Glock back in the armrest.

"Screw you, I'm not running with your crew."

Li Ang immediately said, "I'm just doing my job—I came to order liquor!"

"Fine, fine, whatever you say."

Frank glanced at the rearview mirror. "So what about the one in the back?"

"Got room at your place?"

Li Ang asked.

That made Frank shake his head frantically, like a rattle-drum.

"My mom said I can't just bring women home!"

"What? Since when are you that obedient? She's a real beauty!"

Li Ang put on a shocked expression—someone actually unmoved by a pretty face.

"What, you don't have a mom?"

"..."

"Li Ang, why'd you go quiet?"

"You'd better not say that to Batman, or I'm afraid you'll get beaten to death."

"Why?"

Li Ang slipped away early.

Frank absolutely refused to take Harley Quinn with him, and instead dropped Li Ang back.

Luckily, Li Ang was the bar manager now, so coming late or leaving early wasn't a big deal, as long as Penguin didn't say anything...

And since Li Ang had temporarily solved the liquor issue, Penguin wouldn't bother him over a small thing like that.

At the apartment building entrance, Li Ang looked around, afraid some talent-ridden thug might pop out of the darkness.

He had Harley Quinn in his arms, thinking this was no solution—he'd have to carry her upstairs.

Good thing he was strong enough to hold her with one hand while pulling out his keys with the other to open the door.

It was already past midnight, so Kara had naturally gone to sleep long ago.

Li Ang tried not to make a sound, holding Harley Quinn with a bit of worry.

He figured he'd just toss her on the couch for the night.

Thinking that, he dropped Harley Quinn straight onto the sofa.

Who would've thought—Harley Quinn suddenly opened her eyes, bounced up from the couch, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed in close.

"Mmph!"

Li Ang didn't dare make too much noise, so he just went along with it, half-resisting, half-accepting.

A good man should neither initiate nor refuse—that was his experience.

Only when she couldn't breathe anymore did Harley Quinn let go.

"What are you doing?"

Li Ang asked with full righteous indignation.

"I've decided—he didn't abandon me. I just don't love him anymore."

Harley Quinn said instead.

Li Ang instantly realized this was the perfect chance to seize the opening.

"Darling, remake me!"

Harley Quinn spoke, and the clothes on her, like a jester's costume, were torn apart in an instant, as if she were saying a final goodbye to the old Harley Quinn.

Just like when she changed her name from Harleen Frances Quinzel to Harley Quinn.

She wanted to scream out loud, as if celebrating a new life, but Li Ang quickly covered her mouth.

Before, he only dared to mess around when Kara wasn't home.

Now Kara was sleeping—waking her up would definitely mean trouble.

If he didn't want to greet the sun tomorrow, he had to keep it down.

For Harley, that just added to the thrill.

She hadn't been wrong—Li Ang was just the same kind of man as Little Pudding.

She didn't like the boring, honest type; she liked the ones who knew how to play, who loved to play.

Men who were bad were the ones women loved.

Li Ang lifted her horizontally and quietly walked to the bedroom.

But even in the bedroom, she didn't dare to let her voice loose.

After all, the quality of houses here in Gotham meant soundproofing was practically nonexistent, and Kara had Super Hearing...

The only hope now was that Kara was sleeping deeply.

Moonlight spilled in, and Harley's pale body was exactly as Li Ang had guessed earlier—slender branches bearing heavy fruit, delicious without causing heatiness.

In that moment, Li Ang felt that what he'd gained from Kara wasn't Superman's strength, but Werewolf Strength.

"Come on!"

Harley Quinn signaled with her eyes.