The dark figure opposite was silent, and he asked: "How did you see it?"

"You are still too young, Mr. Hero. The medicine you use has almost no taste. It is a high-end chemical preparation that cannot be afforded by these poor people in the slums. Moreover..." Schiller's eyes fell on Bruce's only exposed part.

On the chin, he said: "No one here shaves his beard so neatly and symmetrically."

"Who the hell are you?" Batman asked.

Schiller opened the umbrella again and said: "Go home quickly, young master. No one will answer every question you have. I am not a novice mentor."

After saying that, he left in the rain. Batman stood in that alley for a long time. He limped out and turned into another street. He saw a beggar shivering in the rain.

He took out a wad of money and handed it to the beggar. Then he heard the sound of leather shoes hitting the rain behind him, and a sentence that made his hair stand on end: "That's why I said you don't understand Gotham, Bruce."

Batman turned around and saw Schiller standing at the intersection. Schiller walked over and handed the umbrella to the beggar. The beggar took the umbrella and opened it, which could cover the cold rain. Then she tremblingly handed the wad of dollars back to Batman.

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"Why?" Batman took the dollar and asked.

"Because this is the territory of the Shuigou Gang. If they knew she had such a large sum of dollars, her body would appear in the ditch the next day."

"A large amount of dollars?" Batman's voice betrayed the absurdity as he said, "Thirty-seven dollars?"

"Yes." Schiller looked towards the end of the street and said, "This is Gotham..."
Chapter completed!