After Black Mask's nighttime assault, the night watchman Hans had been chosen as the Croc Boss Gang's temporary leader for his bravery.
The first major thing he did after taking charge was gather men to rush to Qin Wei's aid. Repaying kindness had always been Killer Croc Wei Lun's way. The tough guys of the Croc Boss Gang had inherited their former boss's spirit, too. When they heard Hans's plan, not one of them objected.
It was the same now. Hans told everyone that the Croc Boss Gang, acting on behalf of the Encampment, was placing this Judgment Knight under its protection.
Who was for it, and who was against it?
No one there dared make a sound.
To Gotham City, the Encampment might have been nothing more than a den of filth and vice, but to these members of small-time gangs, it was no less than another East End. It was home to many of them.
American gang culture-you could betray your boss or your brothers, but never the community that raised you.
Only someone like Black Mask Roman, born with a silver spoon in his mouth and never having tasted hardship, would be foolish enough to provoke the Encampment.
But the man Hans had pinned to the ground was still struggling.
"So what if it's the Encampment? Can you guarantee this man is completely safe? If you don't kill him now, tomorrow it'll be your brothers and friends whose necks he snaps!"
The man's words were cleverly chosen. With his prodding, everyone remembered Qin Wei's identity again-the Judgment Knight, whose methods were brutal and who had killed countless people.
But they mustn't forget that this wasn't his only identity.
Amid the jeers and curses, Qin Wei cleared his throat.
The crowd instantly fell silent.
It wasn't because he