"Say cheese!" Miao Mu wore an exaggerated grin as he took a commemorative photo with Lois and the others at the entrance to the bar.
Lois had even agreed to write him an advertisement. Miao Mu was so delighted that he made the entire place free tonight—he was picking up the tab!
These drinks were all leftover stock from the bar anyway. It was the perfect chance to clear them out and bring in something new. The important thing was getting the bar's name out there. Otherwise, all of Miao Mu's effort would have been for nothing.
Watching Lois and the others leave, Miao Mu had no intention of seeing them off. Gotham was especially dangerous at night, but what could possibly beat Clark, a living god among men?
"Boss, there are more and more customers..."
The bar manager came over. His bald head gleamed beneath the lights as he advised worriedly, "Our liquor reserves might be completely emptied tonight."
"Don't worry, my dear Mr. Gao." Miao Mu turned around and reached out to straighten the bar manager's tie.
"We won't run out of alcohol. I stocked up on a batch long ago, and it'll arrive tomorrow. Your job is to make sure the brothers in the Upper East Side all know about our Zero Bar. Get to work."
Miao Mu patted his shoulder, and Higis Gao hurried back into the bar. The reason he was worried was because his income depended on how well the bar did.
With a wave of Miao Mu's hand, any losses would come out of his own pocket.
"Ha, it's getting late."
Miao Mu smacked his lips, shoved his hands into his pockets, and headed toward the Arkham District. Don't drink and drive; don't drive after drinking. He took that seriously. Walking a little