After leaving Arkham Asylum, Miao Mu and his humanoid navigation system, Jason, hit the road again.
"Are we going to Mr. Lawton's place?" Jason called out, raising his head as the wind howled straight at them, sending Miao Mu's hair flying everywhere.
"Why go see that grim-faced guy in the middle of the night? His shooting range is right around our place. We'll get there with enough time for an after-dinner stroll."
Miao Mu squinted and shook his head. He had forgotten his glasses, and there was an intersection ahead. They were already nearing the city.
Nygma had moved out of Arkham District. After spending a good deal of his savings, he bought an antique house in Gotham Old Town—a genuinely antique house.
The kind with more than a hundred years of history, built around the time the United States was founded. The house itself, though, was really nothing special.
According to Jason, it was practically a prison—not only did it cost a fortune to maintain, but its doors and floors creaked constantly.
And then there was the antique furniture, which might get crushed if anyone even slightly heavier sat on it. Good Lord...
The light at the intersection turned red.
Miao Mu stopped the motorcycle and put on the sunglasses he had been holding. His windblown hair streamed backward, practically fixed in place.
Paired with the sunglasses, he actually looked a little like the Terminator, especially with that sturdy build. Not far off at all.
Screech... The sound of sudden braking rang out beside them.
A blue convertible sports car pulled up and stopped beside Miao Mu and Jason.
There were three rich-looking idiot heirs in the car. Miao Mu gave them one glance and immediately knew what they were.
Gotham's public safety really had improved. In the past,