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His eyes widened instantly and his pupils contracted slightly, as if a small stone had broken the tranquility of a calm lake.

Then he raised his hand slightly, motioning Qin Yang to continue.

Her fingers were long and bony, her nails neatly manicured, and every movement was done with an unhurried grace.

Qin Yang said: "You know, Gotham's underground world has always been divided and governed by multiple forces.

Although the Court of Owls is powerful, it is impossible for them to completely control everything."

Having said that, Qin Yang paused slightly, and various scenes of Gotham's underworld emerged in his mind.

It was a dark and intricate world, with narrow streets shrouded in shadows and the nests of different forces hidden in every corner.

Smugglers moved goods stealthily under the dim lights of the dock, and street thugs wandered in the alleys in groups of three or five, their eyes revealing a desire for power and wealth.

And behind all this, the Court of Owls hangs over the entire Gotham underworld like a huge shadow. Their members hide behind gorgeous masks, manipulating various forces with invisible threads.

Qin Yang continued, "They need a new force like me to check those disobedient factions, and they are also secretly observing whether I will become their real opponent."

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could penetrate the darkness and see the truth hidden behind it.

Falcone nodded in understanding.

The head moved up and down with a very small amplitude, but it was filled with a sense of solemnity.

He knew very well that in a complex and ever-changing city like Gotham, no force could dominate.

Thinking back to his years in Gotham, scenes of fighting and cooperating with other forces came to mind one by one.

He had witnessed some forces trying to expand too quickly, only to be suppressed by other forces and eventually disappear into the darkness of Gotham.

Gotham is like a huge chessboard, with every force being a chess piece. Although the Court of Owls is like the chess player in control of the game, it cannot manipulate the pieces as it pleases.

Falconet groaned and said, "Then how can you ensure that in the process of building your power, you will not become a puppet of the Court of Owls, or even threaten my retreat?" The voice became even deeper, like a dull echo coming from underground.

There was a hint of worry in his eyes, which was worry about his own future destiny, and also worry about whether this young man Qin Yang could stick to himself in a complex situation.

His hands unconsciously clenched on the armrests, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Qin Yang heard this and looked at Falconet with a firm gaze.

His eyes were like burning flames, hot and powerful.

He stared at Falconet without blinking, as if he wanted to convey his determination to him through his eyes.

Qin Yang said: "Mr. Falcone, please allow me to assure you again.

As long as I am here, my faction will never do anything to interfere with your escape.

Our partnership is based on mutual trust and respect, and I will never betray that trust."

The tone was firm and every word was like a nail, hammering hard into the wood of promise.

His body was leaning forward, with his upper body forming an acute angle with the tabletop. This posture made him look more sincere and determined.

Qin Yang paused for a moment and continued, "Besides, I have my own principles and bottom line.

The purpose of creating my force is not to fight for power or wealth, but to change the status quo of Gotham and make this city more just and better.

I believe this is what you expect.”

His expression became serious, and the muscles on his face were tense, like a sculpture, depicting a firm belief. The oppressed people in Gotham, those who were struggling to survive in the darkness, emerged in his mind.

He saw children starving in dilapidated neighborhoods, women too fearful to go out at night, and men toiling in dangerous working conditions for little pay.

These scenes further strengthened Qin Yang's determination to change Gotham.

Upon hearing this, Falcone's eyes flashed with relief.

His eyes softened, like a spring breeze blowing across a frozen lake, beginning to melt the layer of icy worry.

He knew very well that Qin Yang's words were not groundless, but were supported by deep faith and determination.

He could see in Qin Yang's eyes the persistent pursuit of justice and the courage to change Gotham at all costs.

Falcone said in a gentle tone: “Qin Yang, I am very moved by your words.

I am willing to believe in you and support you in creating this new force.

But remember, the situation in Gotham is far more complicated than we think.

You need to be alert and alert at all times.”

The voice is full of care and admonition from an elder to a younger generation.

He thought back to his experiences in Gotham when he was young, and the dangers and setbacks he encountered due to carelessness.

Gotham is like a huge whirlpool that can drag the unwary into endless darkness at any time.

Qin Yang nodded to express his gratitude.

The up and down movement of the head is moderate, neither too casual nor too rigid.

There was a sincere smile on his face, and that smile was like a flower blooming in the darkness, bringing a touch of warmth to this conversation full of conspiracy and danger.

Qin Yang said: "Mr. Falcone, I will keep your teachings in mind.

I will always remind myself to stay humble and cautious, and keep learning and growing.

At the same time, I will do my best to create more value for you and our cooperation."

The tone was sincere and respectful.

When it comes to dealing with the Court of Owls, Qin Yang understands that it is a dangerous dance.

He needs to keep an eye on the movements of the Court of Owls, but at the same time, not let them know his true intentions.

Falcone looked at Qin Yang and he could feel the passion and determination emanating from this young man.

Falcone nodded slightly.

His movements were filled with cautious approval, like an old beast that had been lurking in the darkness for a long time, weighing the weight of the young man's words.

But then, his thick and somewhat gray eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if an invisible wind had ruffled the thoughts in his heart that had originally been as calm as a deep pool.

The wrinkles between his brows were like winding paths on an ancient map, each of which concealed the doubts and thoughts in his heart.

His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a depth that comes from having experienced the vicissitudes of life, like two bottomless ancient wells, filled with the wisdom and suspicion he had accumulated over his years of struggling in the underworld of Gotham.

Falconet said thoughtfully: "However, Qin Yang, I still have a question. (End of this chapter)