In front of the police cars, a man in a black uniform with slicked-back hair stared at Li Zu.
Against the cold white walls reflecting sunlight, Li Zu seemed so... out of place with everything here.
The people here always wore serious expressions. There was no anger, no smiles, no fear on them.
Li Zu recalled Gotham, with its "simple, honest folkways," and that Christmas Eve night transitioning into Christmas.
He also recalled the world after World War III.
In the end, he could only reach one conclusion:
"This world is broken."
Behind the defensive wall formed by police cars, the doors had been pulled open to serve as temporary cover, and the officers hid behind them.
Even though Li Zu appeared to have no "dangerous weapons" aside from a few toys in his hands, these people seemed innately cautious and alert. There was none of the usual arrogance or carelessness; they were extremely wary.
"The world is serious enough already. Why not smile a little more?" Li Zu ignored the dozen or so guns aimed at his head and raised the five toy soldiers high.
At that moment, everyone's gaze shifted to Li Zu's palm.
Upon seeing the toy soldiers in his hand, they all revealed disgusted expressions, as though he was holding not toys, but deadly poison!
"Interesting~"
The smile on Li Zu's face grew even brighter. It was not his "pathological laughter"; he genuinely found this world very interesting.
After saying, "Criminal," the slick-haired man strode toward Li Zu.
He was extremely fast, rapidly closing the distance between them.
"Criminal?" Li Zu curiously lowered his head to look at the toy soldiers in his palm. Thinking of where the toys had come from and the sacrifices behind them, he nodded solemnly. "...I admit it! If you don't