Sitting in the car, Jerry watched the police officers and precinct chiefs arguing inside the bar and said with a cheerful grin:
"Mumu, you're really something. After this, they'll be sucking those bastards dry to the bone. One last haul—I almost feel sorry for those gangsters. These people are scarier than demons."
"What are you talking about? Everyone has a responsibility to fight evil. Since when was it wrong for us police to raid those vicious gangs?"
Miao Mu sat in the driver's seat and pulled on his seat belt. He truly did not care, as long as Arkham District was not affected.
Besides, this was practically the same as letting soldiers loot for provisions.
The only difference was that the victims were those gangs. After being swept through like this, Gotham truly would not have any organized gangs left. Without organization, scattered rabble was just... trash.
"But Mumu, are you sure these guys won't take advantage of the chaos to rob ordinary people too?"
Jerry pulled out a carton of cigarettes from beneath his seat, tossed a pack to Miao Mu, then opened one himself and lit a cigarette.
"If I were them, I'd take however much I could get. I definitely wouldn't let even a little slip away. It wouldn't be surprising if they went overboard."
"That's why I had WM Security Company take the lead. Even royal pirates have designated waters, you know. Do you think I'm stupid?"
Miao Mu lit one as well and drove away. People were already fighting inside the bar, and cracks had appeared in the glass.
"Letting them grab a share is purely so they can take the blame. The law cannot punish everyone, after all. It won't be easy for anyone to come after me. If those gentlemen really have the