To be honest, Li Jie couldn't quite figure out how these people's minds worked. He pinched the spot beneath his nose hard to keep himself from laughing out loud.
In Gotham, gangsters bribing cops with bags of money or spraying them with submachine-gun fire during a breakout would have been nothing unusual. But a criminal openly inviting a cop to rob a bank with him?
What the fuck was going on in their heads?!
The people of Midway City seemed to have a self-amused streak of madness, but in the end, he politely declined Leonard's enthusiastic invitation to join them for a cut and promised he wouldn't call the police. After all, whether they were balancing the books or losing money had nothing to do with him, and he had no reason to warn his local colleagues.
After saying goodbye to the two ambitious men, Li Jie drove around the streets a few times before choosing a rather old-looking inn in Midway City's old quarter.
Time Stop Inn...
It looked much as the name in the phone book had led him to imagine. Three stories, a somewhat weathered cream-colored exterior, and a neon sign missing a few letters, but reasonably clean overall. The owner was a gray-haired old man watching a soap opera. He barely bothered to look up as he checked Li Jie in and handed him a key with a solid key tag.
"207. Turn right at the stairs."
Like the inn itself, the old man's voice carried an indifference whose edges had been worn smooth by time. The room was small and simply furnished, but the sheets were white, and the carpet had no suspicious stains. The window faced a quiet backstreet, and sunlight filtered through the slightly dirty glass, casting a few languid shafts of light