Li Jie rested his head against the car window, lazily leafing through a newspaper.
An entire page was plastered with product promotions. He turned the paper over, only to find Bruce Wayne's handsome face staring back at him, complete with that enormous butt chin.
Yep, the same face again. He was sitting in a wheelchair with a tall blonde woman beside him. The headline read, "Wayne Enterprises heir recovering from injuries, attends charity gala with mysterious female companion."
"Tsk, tsk."
Li Jie clicked his tongue and raised the newspaper, studying the photograph in the light coming through the window. Bruce's expression was just right, neither too weak nor too lively, perfectly fitting the image of a "rich man on the mend."
He read for a while. The article was the usual stuff: Bruce Wayne said he had suffered an unfortunate skiing injury in the Alps and had only recently begun to recover, and thanked everyone for their concern. While recuperating, he had also turned to music to soothe his body and mind, met Ukrainian pianist Natalia Trusevich, and discovered a mutual attraction, finding in each other a soulmate and so on...
"What a load of fucking bullshit."
He tossed the newspaper to Wilson beside him and let out a long sigh.
"Seriously, being rich must be nice."
"What's wrong?"
Wilson stuffed the last piece of his hamburger into his mouth, threw the wrapper out the window, and flipped through the newspaper. "Ah! Mr. Wayne, the Police Department's most lovable partner. Listen to you, hating on the rich. Besides, don't you have Harleen keeping you company when you're hurt?"
"Jesus Christ, listen to you, you capitalist lapdog!"
Li Jie gave a slight shrug. Harleen had a great figure and a pretty face, but she always had some strange ideas. After her