"Motherfucker, just you wait!!!"
Miao Mu gripped the steering wheel with one hand and held his phone in the other, racing down the road in a police car.
"Miao Mu, this is my final warning! You've gotten yourself into serious trouble. Pull your people back now!"
Loeb shouted furiously, but he had not been idle, either.
He first assembled his personal guard and the Gotham Police Department's Special Action Team, placing them directly under Feras's command to protect himself.
God knew what that living bandit Miao Mu might do.
But tonight's mess had gotten far too out of hand. Loeb could no longer endure it; he had to find a way to seize back his authority.
He had worked his ass off to obtain this position. His status absolutely could not be shaken by Falcone!
Loeb immediately thought of the Roman, one of the masterminds behind tonight's farce, and wanted him to make a move...
As long as he could stabilize the situation, he could regain control.
Damn it, Gordon had taken leave at a time like this. If Gordon had been here, even Miao Mu would not have dared to be so arrogant.
Screech! Tires scraped violently against the road at high speed.
Loeb, who had been sitting on the sofa, hurriedly rose to his feet. Feras and the others must have arrived. The Special Action Team was fairly quick.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a police car smashed through the front gate and crashed into the villa.
The glass wall shattered instantly. The glaring headlights made Loeb cover his eyes as he fell to the floor.
The car door opened, and Miao Mu heavily planted one foot on the ground.
Without saying a word, he rushed over, grabbed Loeb by the collar,