Harvey and Gordon, on the other hand, were annoyed, but it was just a physical pain.
The one who truly felt a headache mentally was Chief Luo Bu, the head of the Police Department.
Logically speaking, as the 'White' glove of the Falcone Family embedded in the Police Department, he shouldn't have to bear such immense pressure.
After all, in Gotham, no matter how famous or high your status, you have to give face to the Falcone Family.
So very few people or families would pressure him; at most, they would ask him to turn a blind eye.
For example, if some rich second-generation heir caused trouble, such as injuring or accidentally killing someone, he would need to help cover it up.
Such matters were not difficult for him as the Director of the Police Department; wasn't it just about being corrupt? Everyone would just pretend not to know.
As long as the case didn't fall to James.
So this was also the first time that so many people had pressured him, urging him to quickly find that heinous criminal organization called the Tiangong Society.
Of course, besides this headache-inducing matter, there was another thing that made him incredibly uncomfortable.
Because this series of robberies and kidnappings targeting Gotham's wealthy was too sensational, he, the Director of the Police Department, frequently appeared on television or in newspaper news.
It's just a pity that it wasn't for a good reputation.
For example, things like "Police World's Ice and Fire: Frontline Police Officers Brave the Hunt, While Director is Deeply Entangled in Inaction Controversy."
"Duty and Dereliction: How Big is the Gap Between Police High Command and Grassroots?"
In these reports, the Police were portrayed as diligent and responsible, rising earlier than chickens and sleeping later than chickens, while he, on the other hand, seemed like a pig, doing nothing but eating and sleeping every day.
Although these descriptions were not entirely without reason.
As a long-time pawn of the Falcone Family, he could naturally see that behind those reports criticizing him, forces like the Maroni Family were fanning the flames, wanting to use this opportunity to promote their own White gloves.
But when he opened other newspapers and saw Harvey Bullock's name on them, he felt a chill throughout his body.
He and Harvey Bullock were both Falcone's people!
And this newspaper was an industry under the Falcone Group.
What does this mean??
This newspaper gave Chief Luo Bu a sense of crisis.
A sense of crisis that he would be replaced.
Yes, he had been making money in this position for so many years, and Gotham City citizens had long been complaining about him.
One day, if he made a mistake, those White gloves from other factions could easily pull him down.
Falcone's extensive promotion of Harvey Bullock's reputation, even at the cost of stepping on him, was preparation for that day.
Once he truly had a problem, Harvey Bullock could naturally step in and continue to control the Police Department for the family.
Suddenly, Chief Luo Bu sat up straight, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.
I need to find a way, I need to find a way to change this situation.
Yes, make Harvey Bullock have an accident, so Falcone can only protect me.
But... how to do it?
After carefully recalling recent events, Rob sat down helplessly.
It's better to deal with the family matters first, otherwise, it's not certain if I'll even live to deal with Harvey Bullock... Late at night, in a corner of Gotham.
A middle-aged man tightened his trench coat, his leather shoes tapping softly on the damp flagstones.
He constantly looked back, his eyes under the brim of his hat vigilantly scanning the alley entrance, until he turned into a dead-end alley piled with foul-smelling garbage.
There was nothing here, not even a trash can.
The only thing was a manhole cover.
After confirming again that no one was following him, the man took a deep breath and abruptly lifted the manhole cover.
Compared to ordinary manhole covers that relied on ladders, here were steps.
Although this was below the manhole cover, it was not damp.
The middle-aged man closed the manhole cover, and faint lights illuminated the stairs all the way down.
He slowly walked down, and soon, he arrived in front of an iron gate inscribed with "Wayne Manufacturing."
He gently turned the doorknob, opened the door, and a vast space opened before his eyes. Crystal chandeliers illuminated the room in exquisite detail, velvet carpets were soft enough to sink ankles, and the walls were adorned with reproductions of Renaissance oil paintings.
The middle-aged man walked directly to the wardrobe, taking out a brand new black tuxedo and a White mask.
After dressing neatly, the middle-aged man pushed open the secret door at the end of the room.
Behind the door was another downward spiral staircase, and as he walked down, a scent of Water wafted up.
After walking a bit further, the middle-aged man arrived by the sewer.
This should have been Gotham's sewer, but the scene before him was enough to subvert people's perception.
The Water flowed along neatly laid stone channels, with an even flow rate and a surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the wall lamps above. There was no sudden acceleration or deceleration, completely unlike a functioning drainage channel.
In fact, since its initial construction, the Court of Owls had transformed this into a hidden waterway through yin-yang design plans.
The stone walls on both sides of the waterway were meticulously polished, gleaming with a gentle luster, and at regular intervals, luminous pearls emitting a soft glow were embedded.
The Water here was purified, all of it drinking Water quality.
And this was merely an ordinary waterway used for boating.
After waiting a while on the bank, a faint sound of rippling Water came from afar.
Soon, a small boat slowly sailed over.
The small boat was made of wood, with a leather seat on it.
And next to this seat, a Talon clad in black tight armor stood there.
When the Talon saw the middle-aged man on the bank, or rather, saw the White mask on his face, he said nothing, quietly stopping the boat and making way for him.
The middle-aged man completely ignored the Talon, walking directly onto the boat and sitting on that chair.
After the Talon confirmed he was seated, he untied the rope that had moored the boat and stood behind the chair.
After all, he was a member of the Court, and it was natural for the Talon to serve him.
They were merely pawns to be manipulated, and people didn't need to be kind to tools.
The boat's speed was neither fast nor slow, and sitting on the leather chair was very comfortable.
The entire waterway was incredibly clean, with no garbage at all along the way. One could say that purely from the scenery, it had a unique charm.
Normally, the middle-aged man would sit on the boat and admire the architecture around the waterway, but today he clearly wasn't in the mood.
Not long after, the small boat slowly approached a magnificent gate.
The gate was cast from black metal, its surface carved with intricate owl totems.
The small boat arrived at the gate, and the Talon stopped the boat.
The middle-aged man stepped off the small boat, treading on the black marble ground.
As if sensing the middle-aged man's presence, the gate emitted a low rumble, automatically opening slowly to both sides, and a faint, ethereal incense wafted out.