Over the course of one night, Miao Mu learned many things, such as:
Big Mister was not actually big at all. On the contrary, the so-called Big Mister was a dwarf less than a meter tall.
Rorschach truly was the person those gang punks feared most. During last night's operation, he had practically wiped out an entire gang.
Another legend of Rorschach had spread through the streets, while at the Los Angeles police department, the files on Rorschach's crimes...
Would probably gain several more pages...
But that no longer had much to do with Miao Mu.
He was now in a cemetery on the outskirts of Los Angeles, wearing a dark green canvas jacket and carrying a shovel over his shoulder as he searched among the gravestones.
Following the sensation in his heart, Miao Mu walked away from the cemetery and found a broken gravestone in a pine forest. The place was desolate enough that no one would notice it.
Miao Mu looked around, reached up to touch the golden hexagram hanging around his neck, and swept the area with the Eye of True Sight.
He did not want a repeat of last night, with someone standing behind him without him even knowing. That feeling had been awful.
Miao Mu swung his shovel and dug twice into the dirt beneath the gravestone, confirming the feeling in his heart. It really was here, right under the gravestone.
"Could it be... that I have to disturb the dead in their rest in order to grow stronger? Yes! That's exactly the kind of person I am!"
Miao Mu laughed at his own question and answer, then swung the shovel. In just a few strikes, he dug up the gravestone and dragged it aside.
With a clang, the shovel struck something. Miao Mu crouched