Early in the morning, dew still clung to the leaves of the greenery that had been trimmed just a few days ago at Wayne Estate.
The doorbell rang incessantly.
"Coming, coming, please wait!"
Alfred hurriedly took off his glasses, straightened his cuffs, and rushed toward the door.
He reached out, opened the front door, and looked outside.
"Hello, I'm Miao Mu, sheriff of Arkham District. I'm here to ask about something today. May I come in?"
Miao Mu wore a neat police uniform, with a badge on his chest and identification in hand as he looked inside.
"Uh, certainly. May I ask what this is about?"
To be honest, seeing Miao Mu made Alfred's heart skip a beat.
But right now, he wanted even more to find out what Miao Mu was after.
He also needed to buy some time. Bruce, who was repairing a car in the Batcave, needed time to wash the grease off his hands.
"It's like this. We discovered that Mr. Bruce Wayne is connected to a case we're investigating. May I speak with him?"
Miao Mu crossed his arms and asked with a faint smile.
"Uh, of course. Please have a seat. The young master hasn't gotten up yet. Could you wait a moment? I have some Darjeeling tea."
"Much appreciated." Miao Mu did not stand on ceremony.
Still, he had great respect for Butler-Man.
A man in his seventies or eighties who could still manage such a huge household.
Taking care of an irresponsible eldest young master, and then having to care for a whole group of young masters in the future—it really was no easy feat.
Meanwhile, Bruce was in the Batcave, adjusting the defensive mechanisms and analyzing Smile Pocket's signal data.
He scrambled toward the elevator, running while using a powerful degreasing