In the restroom behind the restaurant.
Miao Mu and Nygma stood beside the urinals, chatting.
"Where did you bring that woman back from?" Nygma asked curiously. Still, as a brother, he was happy for him.
"...Another world."
Miao Mu did not know how to explain it. The Multiverse was troublesome to explain; drawing a map would probably be the fastest way.
But Nygma's mind was clearly elsewhere.
"It's good you came back. Honestly, our situation is very bad right now. Did you see all those people who came today?"
Nygma took out a handmade pipe from his pocket, lit it, and took a puff. He clearly was not addicted to tobacco; he was only using it to cover up the surrounding smell.
"I saw them. Quite a full turnout. Big shots and small fry alike, and pretty much all of them have some connection to me. What about them?"
Miao Mu was not surprised. He had not invited those people, after all. It was only an ordinary family dinner.
If they were ranked by Mafia family status, only Nygma and the others counted as the core. The rest were still a level below.
Miao Mu's relationship with them was that of a sponsor, the kind whose students filled the world. As long as someone had ability, he would send them out.
More than half of Gotham Police Department's Major Crimes Unit consisted of people who had come out of Arkham. They were capable, unafraid of death, and if placed in the right position, they would eventually rise.
"Gotham's underworld is tense right now. Police Commissioner Loeb has even issued a strict order forbidding officers from getting involved in the conflict."
Nygma tapped his pipe and said with a frown, "Those Mafiosi from Chicago are far too ruthless."
"Didn't Gordon do