It was a profoundly hypocritical dinner. Earle worked hard to play the role of a mature, steady, wise, and sentimental old man, showing Bruce Wayne concern and offering him advice from every angle. Bruce Wayne, meanwhile, worked hard to play the role of a spoiled rich kid who had suffered such a severe childhood trauma that he had given up on himself after growing up.
Thus, the two of them worked together with a certain degree of tacit understanding. Both got what they wanted, making it a banquet where host and guest alike were thoroughly pleased.
Luo Xia quietly enjoyed the performance the whole time. He had to admit that Bruce Wayne's acting was far better than Earle's. At the very least, quite a few people could tell that Earle's concern for Bruce Wayne was fake, yet no one could see that Bruce Wayne was only pretending to be a wastrel.
Luo Xia and Wanda left the hotel and walked through Gotham City late at night.
The night wind was somewhat chilly, carrying an unpleasantly fishy scent. It smelled like blood, but also like rust.
"Interested in seeing what happens tonight?" Luo Xia asked Wanda.
"No. I have court tomorrow. You know, one of Falcone's thugs suddenly recanted in court. That practically means we have to redo the entire case from scratch," Wanda refused.
"Fine, then I'll go watch the show myself. I'll take pictures," Luo Xia joked.
As the two laughed, a figure in a hoodie suddenly appeared on the dimly lit street.
"Don't move. Hand over your wallet—"
Before he could finish, Luo Xia's fist had already sent him flying with a single punch.
"Gotham City really is a wonderful place," Luo Xia remarked.
Crime was playing out in every corner of the city. Gotham City was gradually