Knock, knock, knock!
At the unhurried knocking, all three turned toward the safe house door.
"Who is it?" Harvey Dent lowered his voice.
"Probably Will. He's the only person I gave this address to." Despite his words, Gordon no longer even dared to chew his wafer, afraid the noise would disturb the unexpected visitor outside.
Bullock pushed Harvey back down as he started to rise and grabbed the shotgun by the wall. He licked his dry lips,
trying his best to sound like a drunk.
"Whooo is it?"
"It's Will," said the voice behind the door.
"Will? How can you prove it? Tell me something only the two of us know." Bullock didn't readily believe him. He chambered a round in the shotgun with a loud click.
"You have a mole on your ass!"
"Impostor!"
"Okay, enough fooling around! In the sewers, you drew the Bioman's fire for me, remember?" Afraid Bullock would kick the door open and give him a shotgun blast, Qin Wei hurriedly changed his answer.
The safe house's iron door opened.
"My God, you didn't look this bad even when we got crapped out of Gotham's asshole last time." Bullock looked over the disheveled young man outside and marveled sincerely.
Qin Wei entered and plopped into Bullock's seat. Honestly, the cushion was still warm, which made him feel a little sick.
"That's all you're having for dinner? Aren't you hungry?"
Qin Wei pointed at Gordon's wafers, his Adam's apple bobbing. He hadn't had anything to eat or even a sip of water since morning. After a round of almost shameless hints, the wafers were pushed in front of him.
Why stand on ceremony? Qin Wei grabbed them and wolfed them down.
"Is this all we're feeding our Gotham hero?" Harvey said with a smile.
"You're worrying