A sealed-off construction site in Gotham.
It was also one of the Grim Knight's bases, though compared to Batman's fully equipped hideouts, this place was far more crude.
A pile of weapons and ammunition, a crate of medical equipment, and several bulletproof vests had been tossed together, covered with waterproof tarpaulin, and weighed down with cement.
Even gangsters smuggling arms hid their goods better than this.
But the place was truly inconspicuous. Even homeless people refused to sleep here, because Gotham's underworld boss, Falcone and his entire family, had been hanged here.
The place was immensely intimidating. Even long after Falcone's death, it remained intimidating because it was simply too unlucky.
Batman stood to one side, watching Miao Mu's treatment method that looked almost like witchcraft. Batman could tell at a glance that Miao Mu's technique was the kind that killed people while fleecing them.
But the Dionysium Gem really worked. Miao Mu directly broke open a liquor jug, tossed the gem into a gasoline barrel, and filled it with water.
Then he threaded wire through the Grim Knight's shoulder to hold it in place, stitched it up with needle and thread, injected the Grim Knight with several doses of medicine, and finally tossed him into the barrel to soak. Job done.
Whether he survived depended on fate.
Everything that could be done had been done.
"How was that? Not bad, right?"
Miao Mu wiped the blood from his hands with a rag. Batman glanced at the Grim Knight's deathly pale face and changed the subject.
"What were those two things...?"
"Versions of you from other worlds, though both are nearly dead. One has a broken brain, and the other has personality problems. You saw it yourself—their power is extraordinary."
Miao Mu dug a bottle of whiskey out from an