The last ferry arrived at Gotham City's harbor at eight that evening, and truck after truck drove down from it.
Miao Mu's Beetle came wobbling down as well. The moment he returned to Gotham, he could feel how completely different it was from any other city.
It did not have the brightly lit splendor of a metropolis, nor the nighttime darkness of Star City. Instead, there were sirens everywhere, red-and-blue police lights flashing across the walls of tall buildings.
There were also the occasional screams from the darkness. That stench of crime rushing straight at him was truly intoxicating.
Gotham at night was anything but quiet.
Miao Mu rolled down the window, narrowed his eyes contentedly, and felt the night wind blow against his face. It had rained that evening, and the air still carried a damp scent.
A siren blared beside them as a Hummer police cruiser caught up from behind, its lights flashing. The people inside honked twice.
"Slowpoke Beetle up ahead, pull over for inspection immediately! Pull over for inspection immediately!" the cruiser's loudspeaker shouted.
Miao Mu immediately knew it was that bastard Jerry. Laughing, he turned to look behind them, where three black-and-white police cars followed closely with their lights flashing.
To be safe, Miao Mu had made preparations in Gotham beforehand. After all, he was something of a local big shot himself.
"Jerry, you little punk, you looking for a beating?" Miao Mu shouted back.
One police car overtook them and drove ahead of the Beetle, blaring its siren as it cleared the way. The convoy looked quite imposing.
"Turn right up ahead and pull over." Miao Mu sat back in his seat and pointed toward an underground parking garage on the right.
Otis quickly turned the wheel and drove the Beetle inside. The two