Rules of Survival in Gotham

Gordon grabbed Du Mu again and lectured him for quite a while, repeating every precaution he could think of several times before finally letting him go.

It couldn't be helped. The Gotham Police Department was desperately short on manpower.

Anyone willing to stay in a place like this and work as a cop was already doing something far from easy.

And they had to face all kinds of dangers every day. Running into armed robberies during routine patrols was commonplace, and every so often they had to deal with those insane super-criminals. The casualty rate had always remained high.

That was why every active-duty officer was an important resource to the Gotham Police Department. Lose one, and there was one less, with even replacements hard to find.

Especially someone as talented as Du Mu. He had gone undercover in the Penguin Gang for so long and passed plenty of crucial intelligence to the department. People like him were practically scarce resources in the Gotham Police Department, and Gordon did not want anything happening to him.

After leaving the commissioner's office, Du Mu soon met his partner, as Gordon had arranged.

"Rookie, I'm your partner, Harvey Bullock. Just call me Harvey. I've worked in this hellhole for over ten years. There's nothing in this department I don't know, so come ask me if you've got questions."

Harvey was an older man wearing a fedora, his face covered in stubble—the classic image of a seasoned police veteran.

Du Mu immediately regarded him with respect.

Surviving for more than ten years in the Gotham Police Department was enough by itself to earn anyone's admiration.

"Hello, I'm Du Mu. I just joined the Gotham Police Department."

"I've heard of you. You went undercover in the Penguin Gang for half a year, helped the department