69: Relocating to Wayne Manor! (Three-in-one, a wealth of information, most of the foreshadowing revealed)

An enemy had taken a stroll through their headquarters. Although Thomas had only meant to provoke them and had done no real damage, Qin Wei was still considering moving.

"So where can we go?"

They squatted in the middle of the bunker, weighing their options. Royce spoke first.

Just as when Qin Wei had first met him, the older man squatted on the floor smoking, occasionally scratching his head.

He had never imagined that one day he would lose his last foothold in Gotham, a city that accommodated everything.

Unlike Maroni, what they faced this time was a force. It did not revolve around any particular individual, but was a crystallization of rotten rules and capitalist hegemony, bearing down on them with the foul winds of Gotham's centuries of decay.

It could neither be seen nor touched, yet its power reached every corner of Gotham.

Before it had even fully made its move, it had already sent them scurrying like rats in the street.

Having strength but nowhere to use it was particularly frustrating.

Royce's words were like a pebble tossed into a bottomless abyss, drawing no response.

"Why don't we leave?"

After an unknown stretch of time, Selina broke the silence.

Her suggestion earned a furious glare from Harvey Dent.

"I'd rather die!"

"Agreed. I'm not abandoning the East End. It only just got free of the Roman's grip." Jason clenched his fists.

He had returned to the East End late one night recently. Without the Roman's control, the area was doing somewhat better than before, but rampant drug use remained a problem.

The East End's residents had grown accustomed to this cheap, efficient entertainment. It was their only means of easing their suffering. Even without the Roman Empire as a distribution channel, there would always be people willing