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Inside the bar.
The loud thumping music, the dazzling lights, the murky air, the frenzied crowd, the women in minimal or no clothing... all of this made up a small corner of Gotham City, the city of sin.
So, when the sounds of shouting, fighting, and smashing broke out, everyone there was surprised.
Someone dared to cause trouble here?
But they didn't pay too much attention.
They figured that in a little while, the troublemakers would be thrown out, maybe even dead... so they thought.
What they didn't expect was that this was a crushing slaughter!
Morin had specially changed into a suit and turned into a "suit-wearing thug," fighting his way in. Anyone who tried to stop him was swiftly and decisively struck down and taken out of the fight.
Morin didn't want to kill anyone yet.
Since he had just arrived, it wouldn't be a good idea to go straight for the kill.
Especially since Morin's future plans needed Bruce and Gordon to help him complete his money-making scheme.
If he were to get the title of a serial killer now... Gordon aside, Bruce probably wouldn't cooperate nicely.
Besides... even without killing anyone, the intimidation Morin caused by his actions was not lessened in the slightest.
Because, just as Morin was throwing out an unconscious thug, someone finally started shooting!
And... Morin was completely unharmed.
Did he dodge it, or did he take it without a scratch, or... did the shooter just miss him?
The shooter didn't have time to think too much and aimed at Morin again, wanting to continue shooting.
This time, the gun didn't fire, because before the person could shoot, Morin had grabbed a bottle nearby and threw it out.
Headshot!
The massive impact caused a concussion-like injury, and the gunman immediately passed out, falling to the ground.
Then, Morin looked at the wine bottles that were everywhere and smiled slightly.
Using the Sword of Eden wouldn't be a good idea, as he didn't plan to kill anyone this time.
Using a wrench... did they even deserve it?
Morin was worried about dirtying his wrench!
So, these wine bottles were just right to put to good use!
A moment later.
Inside the bar, the crowd was trembling.
Dozens of thugs were lying on the ground, many of whom had cuts on their heads and had been knocked out. They had been armed with knives and guns.
The frantic electronic music was gone, replaced by a rare "silence" in the bar at this hour.
It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Some people had wanted to run, but after Morin casually threw a few glasses that hit people in the head, causing them to bleed and pass out, they no longer tried to make such a useless escape attempt.
"Is there no one left?" Morin looked around. Anyone who made eye contact with him trembled and flinched.
His eyes were like those of a god, and in their gaze, their sins had nowhere to hide and were all revealed!
Morin noticed this phenomenon, and his conjecture was now confirmed.
He was currently using his [Eyes of Justice]. All he could see was a scene of utter chaos!
A black smoke filled the bar, and it came from the customers and staff. The density of the black smoke varied from person to person.
The smoke swirled around and drifted everywhere, seemingly unaffected by space or objects, but whenever it came close to Morin, it would scatter and retreat.
It was as if... it had encountered its most terrifying natural enemy!
Morin was deep in thought.
"I'm currently using [Eyes of Justice] and [Aura of Justice]. It must be [Eyes of Justice] that is allowing me to see this smoke, which must be formed by sin, and [Aura of Justice] that is causing this black smoke to retreat on its own..."
"So what is the [Heart of Justice]? Is it what's making them scared?" Morin was still not entirely sure what the [Heart of Justice]'s function was.
"You, who's in charge here?" Morin asked while he was still thinking.
"..."
The place was silent.
No one dared to speak.
Morin raised an eyebrow, not wanting to waste any more time. He walked directly to the person he saw with the densest black smoke, snapped his fingers, and cast the [Mind Control] spell.
"You, speak."
This kind of mind magic was easier to cast on people with weak wills, not to mention that Morin also had his [Aura of Justice] on and was using his [Eyes of Justice].
To put it in gaming terms, the deterrent effect was almost doubled, which made it easier for the other person to feel fear and be hypnotized.
As expected, the man didn't last even a breath before he was completely hypnotized.
"He is," the man pointed in a certain direction without hesitation.
Morin looked in that direction, and the crowd automatically parted, revealing a man with a surprised look on his face.
"You dare to betray me!" The man shouted in disbelief.
He was Hugh Haas, the gang member in charge of managing this bar.
After finding out that someone was causing trouble and that it hadn't been resolved right away, Hugh Haas had stormed down, ready to berate his subordinates.
But when he got there, he found that all of his people had already been taken down!
Just as he realized that the person was trouble and was about to make a quick escape, a few people who had started to run even earlier than him were hit by a few glasses that Morin threw, which knocked them unconscious.
He immediately stopped his idea of running away.
He had already sent a text message to his superior and now just had to wait for himself not to get into any trouble!
When Morin asked who was in charge of the bar, his heart skipped a beat, but then he relaxed.
In his opinion, anyone with a brain wouldn't reveal him, because his superiors, the gang members, would definitely find out about this, and he would definitely be severely retaliated against afterward!
When Morin walked up to the hypnotized man and asked him the question, Hugh Haas felt even more at ease.
Because the person Morin was questioning was his right-hand man, who had even taken the fall for him in the past and gone to jail without ever revealing his identity!
This was a surefire win!
Hugh Haas thought to himself.
And then...
Hugh Haas probably didn't know that there was a concept called "planting a flag" in the world.
He was like an old general on a stage, with flags planted all over his back.
"Are you the one in charge of this bar?" Morin asked, walking up to Hugh Haas.
"...Yes." Hugh Haas's eyes widened in horror after he said this.
He had wanted to say that he wasn't, but for some reason, under Morin's gaze, he felt as if he was about to be crushed by a mountain, and he had a feeling... that if he didn't tell the truth, he would die!
Then, he said it subconsciously, unable to control himself!
"Very good." Morin straightened his suit. It hadn't gotten a single wrinkle from his "suit-wearing thug" actions.
Then, Morin took a brand-new little notebook out of his pocket and showed it to Hugh Haas.
"I'm with the GCPD. I've found that you're selling drugs here, so I'm shutting you down starting today. Do you have a problem with that?"
"A police officer..." The corner of Hugh Haas's eye twitched twice.
This was trouble!
When did this police officer get here, and why doesn't he know the rules?
Didn't he know that even the police commissioner was taking bribes from us and always turned a blind eye to our activities?
Is he a greenhorn?
Hugh Haas looked at Morin's document and almost cursed out loud. Then, he remembered the scene of Morin taking down everyone like a god, and he forced the curses back down.
Today's date, and a document that became effective today?
Does that mean that the person who took down the entire bar by himself is a police officer who just started today?
"Do you know who my boss is?" Hugh Haas said menacingly.
"No," Morin replied. "But I'd love to know."
"Police officer, this is not a place for you to cause trouble. Even your commissioner wouldn't dare to cause trouble here. This is Carmine Falcone's turf!" Hugh Haas roared. "You'll see what happens to you!"
"Don't be so sure," Morin waved his hand and grabbed Hugh Haas by the collar. "Come on, let's have a good chat."
"Chat... chat about what?" Hugh Haas asked nervously.
"As you can see, my document was just approved today, and I'm just a police officer who just started my job."
Morin's voice was not loud, but in the crowded and quiet bar, everyone could basically hear it.
"So, I've also heard about the dealings between the police and you thugs. So... I want to know which police officers have made deals with which gangs?"
"...You're looking for a death wish!" Hugh Haas thought for a moment and then understood what Morin meant.
"Let's not even talk about us. Even your own police officers won't let you get away with this!"
Morin changed his mind and decided to be more direct.
To be direct was to hand a nuclear bomb to Hugh Haas and wait for Hugh Haas's voice to activate it.
Right now, there were so many people in the bar. Besides the bar staff, there were also a lot of customers from all walks of life.
And the question Morin was asking now was something that everyone knew about in general, but no one knew the specific details of!
What happens when something that's in the dark is brought into the light?
The dealings between the police and the various big and small gangs were the same.
They had been taking bribes from these gangs, and almost all of Gotham's citizens knew about it.
But they didn't know which specific people were involved!
Once Hugh Haas really revealed everything under Morin's threat... once the information spread, it would reach the internet, and the situation would definitely get out of control!
The reason was simple: the government had to save face.
A city might not have credibility, but a country couldn't not have it, otherwise it would gradually decline (ahem, is there an allusion here? No, no, it's a complete fiction!).
"They, their own people?"
Morin sneered.
In the police department, the only person he considered to be "his own people" was Gordon.
"They won't let me get away with this? That's great, because I never planned to let them get away with this from the start. And you, too," Morin said, holding Hugh Haas by the collar, his feet off the ground.
"If you don't talk, you'll die right now."
"..." Hugh Haas struggled, but still refused to speak.
He knew that if he spoke, even if Morin didn't kill him, he would definitely be killed afterward, and the way he died might be even more horrible, to the point of not being able to live or die!
"Alright," Morin put Hugh Haas down and didn't rush to do anything. Instead, he looked to the side.
He heard a slight noise. A large group of people had arrived outside.
"Let's have a good fight tonight..."
"Are you serious?"
Falcone looked at his subordinate.
"Y-yes," the subordinate, with injuries on his face, stood trembling in front of Falcone.
"All of our people have been taken down by him! But he didn't kill anyone. He wants you to go there and said that if you don't... he'll..."
"One person?"
"A police officer."
"Didn't you use your guns?"
"We did, but... but... he was like a devil! Our guns were almost useless against him!"
"Are you messing with me?" Falcone picked up a gun nearby and pointed it at his subordinate's head.
"Tell me, how did he dodge it? Huh? Now you show me how to dodge it?"
"I... I..." The subordinate trembled. Then, a warm stream flowed down from his crotch.
"F*ck!" Falcone roared, shooting the man. He waved his hand, telling the other subordinates to clean up the body and the evidence. Then he thought for a moment and made a phone call.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
After a while, the phone was answered.
"What time is it? Is something wrong?" a voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Are you trying to break our agreement?" Falcone asked bluntly.
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