Ten minutes later, Miao Mu came down from the ring with his hands in his pockets, and he had indeed paid off...
But it's not the kind of physical compensation that Miao Mu thinks. He is ready to test the cadres and prepare to make a billion-dollar deal.
As a result, talking about money... hurts feelings.
I played in two arenas, and each one in the individual arena cost 50 yuan.
In the first game, I beat up a thief. No, although he was a thief, he was not the kind he imagined, someone who would quietly reach out and steal a wallet.
Gotham people will never wrong themselves, let alone commit such an aggrieved criminal act.
What they stole... was to put a knife on the "fat sheep"'s waist to shut him up, and then... reach out and get it themselves!
He could obviously rob it, but he still did it himself. What kind of professional ethics is this?
However, this kind of professional behavior has been upgraded to a "prop match" in the black boxing octagonal cage, holding a butterfly knife and shaking it in the hand.
It looks fierce and fierce.
However, after Miao Mu came onto the scene carrying a street fighting "brick", a brick flew over and knocked him unconscious.
Then he grabbed his arm and Miao Mu threw him out through the two-meter-high iron mesh fence. When he fell to the ground, there was a muffled sound and a scream.
The second scene was a furry guy named Bald Gang. Once he took off his black leather jacket, he looked like a shaved polar bear.
He was very strong and had a hard-fought fighting match. Miao Mu was not the same heavyweight as him, but he ended the fight with one punch.
Miao Mu used the moves of Iron Monkey Fist to hit the uppercut directly on the chin of the hairy guy, bursting with force.
He directly knocked Maozi's strong body and his feet off the ground. The exaggerated sense of power and image almost made the eyes of the audience below almost pop out.
The guy fell heavily onto the ring, twitched twice and then passed out. This time he was either suffering from a concussion or suffering from severe fainting.
Coming down from the ring, the referee lady wearing a bikini came down from the stage on one side with admiration.
He inserted a green banknote with the old face of Franklin on it in the crack of his chest, slightly bent over and straightened his chest, and asked Miao Mu to reach for it.
Can you be polite when encountering something like this?
If it weren't for Gordon and the others watching, and Jason and Miao Mu with little stars in their eyes, they could rub their hands to warm them up and then take the money.
"Here, it's okay now."
Miao Mu put the banknotes on the bar, picked up the remaining half glass of beer from Milo, and poured it into his mouth.
The waitress picked up the banknotes with her fingernails in disgust, glanced at the lady sitting on the table acting as the referee's mascot, and cursed secretly, "Bichi who seduces men!"
After shaking off the smell of perfume, the waitress picked up a prepared cocktail and pushed it to Miao Mu.
"I invited you, what do you want to know?"
The waitress leaned on the bar, flipped her hair, and showed a charming smile.
"I want to know all the information about that bald man!"
"Okay, that... bald man, he came here to drink a cup of coffee, found a few people and left, that's all."
"Looking for someone? Who is he looking for?"
Miao Mu immediately grasped the key point, thinking to himself that this guy is dishonest, and he actually came here to recruit troops?
"I don't know, people here come and go without a trace. They are all... bad people." The waitress laughed when she said this.
"Okay, last question, what's your name?"
Miao Mu took the small paper umbrella on the cocktail, threw it to Jason next to him, picked up the light green wine glass and asked.
"You asked me, I thought you wouldn't ask until you leave." The waitress gave him a resentful look, but she still smiled and told him, "My name is Helena."
"What a name!" Miao Mu praised without sincerity.
"Where's the best?" Helena asked with raised eyebrows.
"I don't know, but it sounds... very likeable." Miao Mu smiled, looking like a prodigal in love.
"Tch, man..." Helena shook his head.
"But why do you work here? As you said, here are... bad people." Miao Mu asked curiously.
"I just came back from Sicily. I had nowhere to go, so I worked here. Although it's a bit messy here, I can still make money."
As he said that, Helena reached out and took out the hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, shook it with a proud smile on his face.
"Bye, see you next time."
Nothing happened anymore, Miao Mu waved his hand to Gordon and the others to go back. This sudden departure made Helena a little surprised.
And he left without stopping for even a moment...
"Fake, don't I have any charm? Just wave your hand and leave?"
Helena was very unconvinced and tugged on the clothes in front of him, looked down, and then looked sideways at the referee lady sitting on the side of the stage, dancing the flag with high heels.
Taking one look at that bulging figure, Helena suddenly felt a little unconfident.
"Miss Bertinelli, Mr. Herrog has asked you to come over." A middle-aged man with oily hair came over.
"I'll go over there right now." Helena heard this, took off his black apron and walked towards the second floor.
The door of the manager's office was pushed open, and Helena walked in, "Uncle, you asked me to come."
"Oh, Helena, my dear niece, did you say anything to that handsome young man?"
The chair behind the desk turned around, and a somewhat fat middle-aged man sat on it, holding a pipe in his hand.
He is the manager of Villains' Bar, Ruth Herrog.
"Who?" Helena asked softly.
"That's the man with the cat on his chest, did you say anything to him?" Herrog asked as he took a puff of his pipe.
"No, he just asked a bald man. He had been here before and drank a cup of coffee, that's all."
Helena said truthfully.
Herogg looked into her eyes and made sure that she was not lying before he nodded, "It's okay, you can go back."
When Helena was about to close the door and leave, he curiously asked inside, "Who is he?"
"Tiaozi... very powerful Tiaozi..."
Hrog was smoking his pipe and lowered his head. The light above his head hid his face in black shadow, making it impossible to see the changes in his expression and expression.
Helena closed the door, took out the hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, looked at Franklin's face and flicked it with his fingers.
"Who are you anyway?"
Helena pushed open the window on one side, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to her, and then jumped out of the window flexibly.
Like a nimble night owl, walking briskly on the palm-wide edge of the freighter.
When the strong man guarding the gate below didn't notice, she jumped onto the boardwalk and chased her forward.
If Miao Mu knew her full name, Helena Bertinelli, she would definitely think of someone.
Huntress, an illegitimate daughter in the Gotham mafia family, grew up in Italy Sicily. She possesses exquisite crossbow skills and is proficient in fighting and stick skills.
Just like hunting, looking for prey in Gotham City is also a member of the future Gotham heroine group "Birds of Prey".