The sea wind howled, accompanied by the clattering thuds of large, dented black oil drums rolling across the ground.
The place was deathly silent, sending chills down one's spine.
"I need a few dogs to do my bidding."
Ba Di's cold gaze swept over everyone before settling on Mike.
He had displayed a body impervious to blades and bullets, along with the power to flick a bullet like a projectile. Accurate and deadly, the dozen or so bullets in his hand were enough to wipe them out with ease.
Seeing that Ba Di merely wanted to take Mike on as a subordinate, the butler breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he did not fly into a rage and drag them into it, all was well.
The physical strength Ba Di had displayed terrified him. A body bullets could not pierce—how could such a person exist? Mike's body stiffened, and his breathing caught.
Ba Di held a bullet between his fingers, aimed directly at him. It was like flicking a marble, yet it carried the force of a bullet. Once fired, it would kill without fail.
Mike had no doubt that if he resisted too fiercely, Ba Di would kill him without hesitation.
He only wanted a few dogs to run errands for him. There were plenty of people in this world.
Likewise, amid Gotham's howling sea wind, Mike did not hesitate much. He was merely submitting to the invulnerable monster before him. What was so terrible about being a runner, about being a dog? Staying alive was enough.
When he had opened fire, Mike had already been prepared for either them to die or him to die. Now that no one was dead, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Mike had made it through the war-torn