DC: Life on Patrol in Gotham
Chapter 437

Tower of Babel (VI)

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"What the fuck..."

When Li Jie walked into the Police Department cafeteria, everyone's eyes turned to him. Wilson put down his chicken nuggets and reached out, only to have his hand slapped away.

"What are you doing? Your hands are covered in grease."

"What the hell are you doing, buddy?" Wilson stared at Li Jie's bare scalp in astonishment. "Why'd you shave it like that? Are you already going bald?"

"Bullshit! This is... cooler."

Li Jie sat down and swept his gaze around the cafeteria. Everyone else immediately lowered their heads, their knives and forks clattering against their plates at a faster pace.

"Cut the fucking crap. It's not even ten degrees outside, is it?"

Wilson tried to reach for his head again. "You know what you look like now?"

"Don't want to know."

"A fried egg. Sunny-side up-except fried on both sides."

He waved at Owen, who was getting sliced bread across from them. "Don't you think so?"

"Uh... well..."

Owen's body gave a violent shudder. He set his bread on the table and turned away, feeling his way along the tabletop and chair backs with his other hand.

"Sir, you know me. I've been blind since childhood. I can't see a thing."

Muttering to himself, he quickly felt his way out of the cafeteria. A moment later, running footsteps echoed up the stairs.

"Tch!"

Li Jie looked down at the fried egg on his plate and silently pierced the yolk with his fork, letting it run over the bacon and mashed potatoes.

Before the Straight Flush Gang was taken away, he had made a special trip to Central Headquarters to haul them in for several extra interrogations, but even now, the thought still filled him with rage.

*Fuck! Those bastards actually made me go bald-even if it was

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