Miao Mu carefully considered everything, littering the ground at his feet with cigarette butts, and came to understand a few things. He needed a plan!
"By the way, do you have any cigarettes?"
Miao Mu turned to look at the burly man squatting by the roadside beside him, dressed in casual clothes: Deadshot, Floyd Lawton.
"I don't smoke. My daughter doesn't like the smell of smoke. And I came here to report to you."
Deadshot Lawton glanced at Miao Mu and said helplessly, "Fine. I need a proper job!"
Lawton placed particular emphasis on the words "proper job."
The past few days with his daughter had been tormenting. His ill-tempered ex-wife had made his life miserable, and that damned pretty boy had mocked him too. A man without money couldn't stand tall.
He could turn that pretty boy into minced meat in seconds, but in front of his daughter, he didn't want to be a cold-blooded killer. At the very least, he ought to be a dependable father.
Perhaps it was because of the terrible family environment he had grown up in. Maybe it was a form of psychological compensation, but Lawton didn't want his daughter to live in that kind of environment too.
Still, he didn't have many choices. Continuing as an assassin was not a bad option either, and Gotham had plenty of lucrative business channels.
After all, compared to a proper business war, simply killing the person causing the problem was much easier.
There was one bounty list in particular that tempted Lawton greatly. As long as he completed just one job on it, he could take his daughter and leave far away.
The two people with the highest bounties on the list were Joker and Batman.
Well, dreams had everything. Lawton could only come here and