Batman stood atop a utility pole, watching below with cold eyes as the police van came crashing in.
He had reacted the moment it happened, but he had not expected Miao Mu to be so decisive, opening fire with the submachine gun immediately.
But he did not intervene. He merely withdrew from the battlefield without a sound. He bound himself with a rule against killing, but that was his own restraint. He would not impose it on anyone else.
A gray smoke screen blanketed the entire road as a surging tide of rats poured from the alleys, swallowing the assassins like a wave.
Fierce gunfire rang out, cold flashes of steel flickered, blood sprayed everywhere, and the smell of blood spread through the smoke.
Miao Mu held his revolver like a hammer, swinging it wildly at anything before him. Though he could not see far through the smoke, every one of those assassins was coming for him.
Their desperate momentum made one thing clear: even if they died, they intended to take him with them!
Miao Mu pressed the barrel against an assassin's face and pulled the trigger. The muffled gunshot blew the assassin's head apart, splattering blood and brains across Miao Mu's face.
It made him look even more savage, like a god of slaughter. Another long blade chopped down from behind. Miao Mu turned and raised an arm to block it, the blade on his bracer snapping out and catching the sword.
"Get the hell back!!!"
Miao Mu spun around with the gun in hand and smashed its grip into the assassin's temple. With all his strength, he brought it down. There was a crack of breaking bone, and the assassin screamed.
Miao Mu kicked him away, sending him crashing into the police van. Jerry beside it swung