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Why would the Court of Owls allow a capable young man like you to rise? Aren't they worried that you will become a threat to them?" His voice echoed in this slightly depressing space, with a hoarse and steady texture, like an old phonograph playing a record full of secrets.

Every word was like a pebble thrown into the lake of the delicate relationship between Qin Yang and him, causing ripples.

Qin Yang heard this and a faint smile appeared on his face.

That smile was like a faint candlelight that suddenly lit up in the darkness. Although it was not dazzling, it had a unique power.

His lips were slightly raised, and the curve of his mouth corners was just right, neither too ostentatious nor clearly conveying his inner confidence.

There was a gleam in his eyes, a light like the twinkling stars in the distant sky, mysterious and firm.

Deep in Qin Yang's eyes, there seems to be a burning flame, which is his ambition, his wisdom and his vision for the future of Gotham.

There was a hint of cunning in the light, like a clever fox spying on its prey in the dark forest.

Qin Yang said: “Mr. Falcone, this is exactly what I want to explain to you.

The reason why the Court of Owls condones my existence and may even have encouraged me to create power to a certain extent is because they need a 'chess piece' like me to balance the situation in Gotham."

The voice is calm and steady, and each syllable is like a carefully carved jade, round and powerful.

Qin Yang stood there, his posture upright, like a poplar that would not easily bend even in a strong wind.

His shoulders were broad and solid, as if carrying the responsibility for Gotham's future.

When Falcone heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The surprise was like a fish suddenly jumping out of a calm lake, breaking his originally calm expression.

His eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracted slightly, and the look in his eyes was like the brief confusion after being struck by lightning.

But he quickly regained his composure. The hint of surprise was like a shooting star across the night sky, fleeting.

Then, he motioned Qin Yang to continue, and he raised his fingers slightly. It was a hand covered with calluses and scars, and each scar was a medal he had won in the underground struggle in Gotham.

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."

His eyes became profound, as if the intricate distribution map of power in Gotham's underworld appeared before his eyes.

"In the dark corners of Gotham, various forces are like a pack of hungry wolves, each occupying their own territory.

Some forces control the drug trade, a dark realm filled with despair and death.

Their strongholds are hidden in dilapidated neighborhoods. The rickety buildings are filled with the pungent smell of chemicals, and the painful groans of drug addicts can be heard from time to time.

"Other forces control the smuggling routes. Along the muddy riverbanks of Gotham, under the cover of the night, ships loaded with smuggled goods quietly dock.

The smugglers shuttled through the darkness like ghosts, their eyes full of greed and vigilance.

The warehouses near the docks are filled with all kinds of unidentified goods, ranging from rare artworks to dangerous weapons. "

“Although the Court of Owls has great influence, they are also helpless in the face of such a tangled situation.

They need new forces like me to check and balance those disobedient factions, just like in a complex chess game, a new chess piece is needed to disrupt the opponent's layout.

At the same time, they are also secretly observing whether I will become their real opponent. "Qin Yang said while gesturing with his hands, his gestures seemed to be depicting the invisible battlefield of Gotham's underground world.

Falcone nodded in understanding.

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

His thoughts drifted back to the days when he was rising in Gotham. At that time, he was also surviving in the cracks between various forces, constantly looking for opportunities, like a beast foraging in the bushes.

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?" His voice became low and serious, like the muffled thunder before an impending storm.

His eyes were fixed on Qin Yang, with a look of scrutiny and warning, like an old wolf guarding his territory and not allowing any potential threats to approach.

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

His eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight into Falcone's eyes.

There was no flinching in his eyes, only a steely determination.

His eyes seemed to penetrate the space before him and see the promising future of Gotham.

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 voice was firm and powerful, and every word was like a nail, hammering hard into the board of promise between them.

His expression was serious and solemn, as if he was taking a sacred oath.

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.”

There was an idealistic enthusiasm in his voice, like a missionary spreading his beliefs.

There is a light flashing in his eyes, which is the yearning for justice and beauty.

His figure became more upright, like an unshakable lighthouse, emitting the light of hope in the dark ocean of Gotham.

Qin Yang went on to say: "In my plan, the power I want to establish will penetrate into every corner of Gotham.

We would start in the poorest neighborhoods, where children played on the dilapidated streets, their clothes tattered and their faces bearing the marks of poverty and malnutrition.

We will provide them with educational opportunities, build schools, and allow those curious eyes to learn knowledge in bright classrooms.

We will provide job opportunities to unemployed people, whether in emerging technology industries or traditional handicrafts.

We will clean up the neighborhoods that are controlled by gangs so that residents no longer have to live in fear.”

"My power will be like a spring breeze, blowing through every corner of Gotham. (End of this chapter)