In the Arkham District, inside a martial arts gym converted from a warehouse near the river, Miao Mu was showing Bronze Tiger around. The place was extremely secluded; there was not a soul in sight.
Only the lightbulbs above the gym shone in the darkness. From afar, it looked like an extra ghostly flame along the pitch-black riverbank.
"This used to be a warehouse for storing chemicals. There was a dock out front, but it gradually fell into disuse. It's quiet, and hardly anyone comes here," Miao Mu said as he walked ahead.
In Gotham, crowded places might see violent crimes, but deserted places—especially those without a trace of human presence—were absolutely uninhabitable, and no one dared approach them.
After all, if something happened in a crowded area, at worst someone would find the body and collect it. In a place this remote, even if someone died, no one would find the corpse. They might simply vanish into thin air.
But for that very reason, places like this were especially cheap. Miao Mu had acquired the factories and warehouses in this entire area without any effort.
As for whether anything might show up at night... Miao Mu could not guarantee that. In any case, Bronze Tiger was not afraid of such things.
"Not a bad place."
Bronze Tiger nodded, his gaze falling on the exercise equipment by the wall and several battered tires. The wooden training dummies supporting them were covered in dents and pits.
Fine wood splinters protruded from the broken areas, making them look as though insects had gnawed through them. But Bronze Tiger could tell that they had been pierced by force transmitted through fists.
"You've gotten much stronger," Bronze Tiger remarked with some feeling, raising a hand and slashing toward Miao Mu.
The movement was crisp