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His hair was thinning, with a few strands carefully combed to the top of his head, trying to hide the shiny forehead.

Carl said sternly and curiously, "New here? What's your name?" His voice was low and hoarse, with an unquestionable majesty.

His eyes were narrowed into slits, as if he was examining Oswald, with a look of vigilance and curiosity.

Oswald said respectfully and confidently, “Yes, Manager.

My name is Oswald Cobb and I am honored to be joining the Barmont Restaurant.”

The Penguin leaned forward slightly, making a respectful gesture.

There was a kind of humility in his eyes, but behind that humility, there was an imperceptible cunning.

His hands were placed neatly in front of him, with his fingers crossed, showing a submissive attitude.

Carl looked Oswald up and down, his eyes like a cold snake, slowly moving over Oswald's body.

He looked from the top of Oswald's head to his feet, and then from his feet back up, as if trying to read something from his eyes.

There was a suspicion in his eyes, as if he was examining a potential threat.

Carl said doubtfully: "Cobb? Well, that's a good name.

But here, a name alone is not enough.

You have to prove your worth.”

There was a challenge in his voice, his eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes fixed on Oswald, as if waiting for his response.

Oswald smiled slightly, and that smile was like a ray of light that suddenly lit up in the darkness, carrying a mysterious charm.

There was a glimmer of cunning in his eyes, like a little fox discovering a flaw in its prey.

Then, he said calmly: “Of course, Manager.

I will prove myself with practical actions.”

The voice was steady and confident, like throwing a stone into a calm lake. Although it did not cause much waves, it left a ripple in Karl's heart.

In the following days, Oswald quickly established himself in the restaurant with his extraordinary wisdom and agility.

Every morning, the Penguin Man is always the first to arrive at the restaurant. Before the door of the restaurant is fully opened, he is already standing at the door waiting.

He would carefully check every corner of the restaurant, from whether the tables and chairs were neatly arranged to whether the tableware was clean and tidy.

His eyes are as sharp as an eagle's, and no small flaw can escape his eyes.

When guests arrive, they are always greeted with the warmest attitude.

The smile was brighter than the sun, and it seemed to be able to dispel the gloom in the restaurant.

Penguin will accurately remember the preferences of every guest, whether it is the flavor of coffee they like to drink or the special requirements of their favorite dishes.

He can prepare what guests need before they even ask, making guests feel an unprecedented attentive service.

If there is an emergency in the restaurant, such as a dispute between guests or a minor problem in the kitchen, he can always resolve it skillfully.

When guests are arguing, he will act like an elegant peacemaker, calming both parties down with gentle words and clever persuasion.

His words are like magic, with a magical soothing power.

If there is a problem in the kitchen, he will quickly run to the kitchen, find out the problem as quickly as possible, and coordinate with the chefs to solve it. His figure shuttles between the kitchen and the restaurant like a tireless elf.

The Penguin's performance won praise from many guests.

Guests would leave the restaurant giving him a thumbs-up and praising his attentive service.

Those positive reviews were like blooming flowers, gradually consolidating Oswald's position in the restaurant.

Like a quietly rising star, it radiates its own unique light in the Bamonte Restaurant.

One night, the restaurant was bustling with people, and the noise was like a surging tide, surging back and forth in this small space.

The dim lights flickered as the crowd swayed, as if they were also infected by the lively atmosphere and became a little restless.

The restaurant was filled with the aroma of food and various smells emanating from people, mixing into a unique, homely smell.

Philip Maroney, one of the important members of the Maroney family, made a sudden visit with a group of his men.

Philip walked into the restaurant with an arrogant step. The sound of his leather shoes on the floor was still clearly audible in the noisy environment. Every step seemed to announce his arrival to the people around him.

He was wearing an exquisite black suit. The fabric of the suit looked smooth and expensive, and it reflected light faintly under the light, as if it was a flowing night.

The suit was cut perfectly to fit his body lines, highlighting his seemingly strong but actually somewhat frail figure.

He had a red bow tie on the collar of his white shirt, which looked like a blooming flame and was particularly dazzling against the black background.

Her hair was carefully combed and slicked back, not a single hair out of place, as if it were a smooth mirror.

Philip said arrogantly: "Karl, what good dishes do you recommend for tonight?" His voice had a condescending tone, and every word seemed to be snorted from his nose, full of disdain and arrogance.

His eyes scanned the restaurant like a wolf patrolling its territory, without a trace of respect for the people around him.

Karl said nervously and respectfully: “Master Philip, tonight we have…” Karl’s body was trembling slightly, and beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

He rubbed his hands together nervously, his fingers turning a little white due to nervousness.

He didn't dare look Philip in the eye, but only glanced at him secretly occasionally, and then quickly lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake facing a strict parent.

Before he could finish his words, a waiter accidentally knocked over a plate of hot food.

The plate fell to the ground with a crisp and loud breaking sound, like a sudden thunder, exploding in this noisy environment.

The soup from the hot dishes splashed everywhere, and a few drops even splashed onto Philip's leather shoes.

White hot steam rose from the dishes on the ground, accompanied by a rich food aroma that spread.

The guests around were startled by this sudden change. They stopped talking and turned to look over here with expressions of surprise or dissatisfaction on their faces.

Oswald stepped forward quickly, his movements as swift as a cheetah.

There was no panic in his eyes, but rather a calm and composed look.

His expression was serious and focused, as if he was facing a major crisis.

Oswald quickly dealt with it and said, "Please don't panic, I will handle it immediately."

His voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the suddenly quiet restaurant like a calming spell.

The Penguin quickly bent down and began to pick up the debris on the ground.

His nimble fingers picked up the larger pieces, careful to avoid getting cut, while he gently wiped away the smaller debris with a clean cloth.

He quickly directed other waiters to clean up the scene. His voice, although not loud, was full of majesty.

"You, go get a broom and clean this place. You, go to the kitchen and prepare another dish of the same dish."

The Penguin Man was giving orders while he himself did not stop.

He personally rearranged Philip's seat and dishes, his movements light and quick.

First, take Philip to a clean, quiet corner seat, and carefully wipe the seat and tabletop with a clean towel to make sure there are no stains.

Then the Penguin quickly walked to the kitchen, had a brief conversation with the chefs, and soon came out with the re-prepared dishes. The whole process was orderly and admirable.

Philip said with a little surprise: “Well, you did a good job.

What's your name?" His voice lost some of its previous arrogance, and was filled with a hint of surprise and a hint of admiration.

There was a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes, and he tilted his head slightly to look at Oswald.

Oswald said respectfully, "Oswald Cobb, sir."

He bowed slightly in a respectful gesture.

There was a look of humility and obedience in his eyes, and a perfect smile on his face, which was neither flattering nor fawning, yet expressed his respect for Philip.

Philip nodded, his head moving up and down slowly and slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

There was a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes, which was like a glimmer of light in the darkness, faint but clearly visible.

His lips lifted slightly in a barely perceptible smile, as if in recognition of Oswald.

As time went on, Oswald gradually gained Philip's trust.

In this process, Oswald was like a spider carefully weaving a web. Every move and every word was a thread he added to this big web.

Always appears at the right time when Philip needs him.

Whenever Philip felt a little stuffy in the restaurant, Oswald would promptly hand him a cool drink; or whenever Philip was talking with his men, Oswald would silently stand by, ready to serve them at any time without disturbing them too much.

There is always a kind of concentration and loyalty in the eyes of the Penguin, which makes people trust him unconsciously.

In a private conversation, Philip revealed a major deal that the Maroney family was about to make.

The room was dimly lit, with only a desk lamp emitting a faint light in the corner, which cast a huge and distorted shadow on the wall.

The room was filled with a depressing and mysterious atmosphere, as if every corner was hiding unknown secrets.

Philip whispered, “Cobb, you did a great job.

I trust you, so I have a mission for you."

He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

His eyes were fixed on Oswald, with a look of scrutiny and expectation in them.

He leaned forward a little, closer to Oswald, as if that would better convey his intentions.

Oswald pretended to be surprised but secretly delighted and said, "Mission? Sir, please tell me what you want."

His eyes widened slightly and his eyebrows raised in a surprised expression.

But deep in his eyes, there was a joy that was difficult to conceal.

His body trembled slightly, which was a sign of excitement rather than nervousness.

His hands clenched unconsciously, as if he was suppressing his inner excitement.

Philip said seriously, “We are about to do a big deal with an important partner, but I don’t fully trust them.

I need you to infiltrate the enemy camp and find out their details."

His voice was serious and solemn, and every word was like a heavy stone hitting the silent room.

His expression turned stern, his eyes showing vigilance and caution.

Oswald was delighted; this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

His heartbeat involuntarily quickened, like the rapid beating of a small drum.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, about how to complete this task and how to use this opportunity to obtain more information.

Oswald said firmly: “Sir, I am willing to accept this mission.

Rest assured, I will do my best to complete the task.”

His voice was firm and strong, full of determination.

There was a fiery light in his eyes, a desire for the upcoming challenge.

His chest was slightly raised, as if to show Philip his courage and confidence.

His hands were at his sides, his fingers clenched into fists, showing that he was ready.

In order to complete the mission, Oswald began to secretly contact Qin Yang to jointly plan the details of the operation.

Oswald was like a ghost hiding in the dark, always looking for an opportunity to meet Qin Yang under the cover of night.

During the busy break in the restaurant, when no one was paying attention, the Penguin Man sneaked into a secluded corner, took out a small, specially modified communicator from his pocket, and used a faint voice that only he could hear to agree with Qin Yang on the meeting place and time.

At night, in a hidden bar, Oswald met Qin Yang.

The bar is hidden deep in a narrow, dim alley in Gotham City, and there is a damp and decayed atmosphere around it.

The bar's sign was already shabby, with only a few faint neon lights still flickering, emitting a dim and ambiguous light.

The light flickered in the mist, as if it would go out at any moment.

The door of the bar is a heavy wooden door, covered with traces of time, and some graffiti or carving marks.

There was some wear and tear on the edges of the door, from being opened and closed countless times.

Oswald lowered his voice and said, “Qin Yang, I have gained Philip’s trust.

What should I do next? " His voice was as low as the buzz of a mosquito, and his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly. He sat huddled in a dark corner, his body shrouded in shadows, with only half of his face exposed.

He was wearing a long black trench coat with the collar turned up, as if to hide himself further.

His hair was a little messy, with a few strands sticking to his forehead due to sweat from nervousness.

Qin Yang calmly analyzed and said: "Very good, Oswald.

Next, you need to use your new identity to gradually approach the core of the transaction.

At the same time, I will arrange for someone to meet you outside to ensure your safety."

Qin Yang sat opposite Oswald, his eyes calm and deep, as if he could see through everything in the darkness.

He was wearing a simple black suit without too much decoration, but it gave people a low-key and mysterious feeling.

His fingers tapped the table in a steady and regular rhythm, as if he was thinking through every step of the entire plan.

Qin Yang's face was calm, without a trace of panic. Under the dim light, his outline appeared even more resolute.

Oswald nodded and said, “I see.

But we have to be careful, the Maroni family is not easy to deal with.”

He moved his head up and down very slightly, as if he was afraid that too big a movement would attract other people's attention.

My hands unconsciously clenched, and my finger joints turned white from the force.

There was a hint of worry in his eyes, but more of a firm determination.

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, we are well prepared.

Remember, your goal is not only to gather intelligence, but more importantly to find the key to destroying the Maroni family's power."

His smile is like a ray of light in the darkness, giving people a sense of security.

The teeth were white and neat, glowing softly under the dim light.

There was a kind of confidence in his eyes, as if the whole situation was under his control.

-

In the study of Wayne Manor, it was late at night. The moonlight outside the window was bright. The moonlight was like a silver river, pouring into the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

The window glass was spotlessly clean, gleaming with a cold luster under the moonlight.

There are exquisite carvings on the windows, which look like ancient runes, casting mysterious shadows in the moonlight.

The lighting in the room is soft. Several table lamps emitting warm yellow light are placed in various corners of the room. The lampshades are made of translucent silk, making the light softer and warmer.

Qin Yang, a mysterious visitor from the East, is sitting around a quaint round table with Bruce Wayne and his loyal butler Alfred.

The round table was made of thick mahogany. The texture of the tabletop was like a river of time, winding and twisting, and each line seemed to be telling the history of the Wayne family.

There are exquisite carvings on the edge of the round table, with some ancient patterns, including mysterious oriental beasts and ancient landmarks of Gotham City. These carvings are lifelike, as if telling stories of two different worlds.

Scattered on the table were several newspaper clippings and notes about recent events in Gotham City.

The clippings were neatly cut and held together at the edges with tiny clips to prevent them from falling apart.

The writing on the clipping is a little blurry because the ink has faded over time.

The notes were recorded in a thick, leather-covered notebook. The paper was thick and rough, and the handwriting was neat and powerful. Every line of text revealed the recorder's seriousness and concentration.

The three men had solemn expressions on their faces as they were engaging in an in-depth discussion on the recent frequent "balloon man" incidents.

Bruce Wayne frowned, his eyebrows like two tangled black caterpillars.

There was worry and confusion in his eyes, which showed deep concern about the current situation in Gotham City.

Her hair was neatly combed back and had a light brown sheen under the light.

He was wearing a dark gray sweater. The material of the sweater looked soft and comfortable, and the collar was slightly open, revealing the collar of the white shirt underneath.

Bruce said in a low voice: "Qin Yang, I respect your point of view, but you cannot deny that the behavior of the 'balloon man' has far exceeded the boundaries of justice.

His lynchings of officials he accused of corruption not only violated the law but also fueled the already volatile situation in Gotham City."

His voice echoed in the quiet study with an unquestionable majesty.

Qin Yang's eyes were deep, like two bottomless black holes, containing countless thoughts.

His eyes were calm and firm, like a tranquil lake, not stirred up by Bruce's words.

His face is well-defined, with the elegance and mystery unique to Oriental people.

Her hair was black and neat, with a silky luster under the light.

Qin Yang was wearing a black Chinese-style gown with delicate silver patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. The patterns looked like flowing clouds, giving people an elegant and mysterious feeling.

He said in a calm tone: “Bruce, I understand your concerns.

Under the light of the law, everyone should receive a fair trial.

But have you ever thought that behind those officials targeted by the "balloon man", there may be countless ignored little people who are desperate and helpless? They cannot seek justice through legitimate channels and can only rely on such extreme means to express their anger and dissatisfaction. "

His voice was soft and steady, and every word was like a stone dropped into Bruce's worried heart.

Alfred sighed softly, and his sigh was like a gentle breeze, blowing slowly through the room.

His eyes are full of the vicissitudes of life, which are the result of countless storms and stories.

His hair had turned gray, with a few strands hanging on his forehead like a few streaks of snow in winter.

His face was covered with wrinkles, which were like marks left by the knife of time, and each wrinkle told a story.

He was wearing a traditional butler's uniform, a white shirt with a black waistcoat and trousers, and a pair of polished leather shoes.

At this time, Alfred said with a voice full of vicissitudes of life: "What the two young masters said makes sense.

But I believe that no matter what the reason, fighting violence with violence is not the solution to the problem.

What Gotham needs is not more violence, but a system that can truly listen to the people and uphold justice."

Although his voice was gentle, it was full of the majesty of a wise man.

Bruce nodded in agreement, but still insisted on his opinion and said, "Alfred, I completely agree with you.

But the problem is that the behavior of the 'balloon man' is tearing apart the city's moral bottom line and making people doubt law and order.

As a member of Gotham City, I cannot sit back and do nothing."

His head nodded slowly and firmly, as if he was making a silent oath of his beliefs.

There is a firm determination in his eyes, which is the determination to protect Gotham City and will not waver even in the face of great difficulties.

Qin Yang smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth gently raised, that smile was like a faint orchid blooming quietly under the moonlight, elegant and full of profound meaning.

There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, like the brightest stars in the sky twinkling in the deep night.

Then he changed the subject and said, “Bruce, I deeply admire your sense of responsibility.

But perhaps we can think about it from another perspective.

Why are these officials so unscrupulously corrupt? Is it because there are loopholes in the existing regulatory system that allow them to take advantage of it? If we can solve these problems fundamentally, can we reduce the occurrence of similar acts of revenge? "His voice is calm and steady, like a clear stream flowing in the mountains, and every word is like a round stone in the stream, clear and weighty.

As Qin Yang spoke, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm neither fast nor slow, as if he was keeping the beat for his own words.

Bruce pondered for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed, and a shallow groove formed between his eyebrows, as if his thoughts had opened up a path on his forehead.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing a deep thought, as if he was groping for the direction of truth in the darkness.

With a gleam in his eyes, he said, “Your point of view is very inspiring, Qin Yang.

Indeed, we cannot only focus on the surface of violence and ignore the deeper causes behind it.

However, this does not mean that we should tolerate the behavior of 'balloon man'.

We need to find a way to expose corruption while protecting the innocent and upholding the dignity of the law.”

The voice was deep and magnetic, like an ancient bell echoing in the silent night sky, and every word carried an unquestionable power.

He sat upright, his body slightly leaning forward, showing his high attention to the topic.

Alfred interrupted and said, “Master, perhaps we can use your resources to establish an anonymous reporting platform so that people can safely expose corruption.

At the same time, we will strengthen police investigation efforts to ensure that every report is taken seriously.”

Alfred's eyes revealed the wisdom of having experienced the vicissitudes of life; his gaze was gentle and firm, like the warm sun in winter, giving people warmth and strength.

His voice had the calmness and elegance that only a butler could have, like the melodious bells echoing in an ancient castle.

When he spoke, he placed his hands naturally in front of him with his fingers lightly crossed. That action showed both his politeness and his inner confidence.

Bruce's eyes lit up, his eyes were like a lighthouse that was suddenly lit, and the light was full of excitement and hope.

He slammed the table and said, "Alfred, your suggestion is great! We can start preparing immediately and let the light of justice illuminate every corner of Gotham."

His movements were swift and powerful, and his palm slammed heavily on the table, making a crisp sound. The sound echoed in the quiet study, like a cry for justice.

His body was straight, his chest slightly raised, and he exuded an aura of energy and determination.

Qin Yang applauded and said, “That’s exactly what I wanted to say, Bruce.

We should not be misled by the violence before our eyes, but should see the call behind it - the desire for justice.

Only when we truly understand this desire and work towards it can Gotham City usher in true peace and prosperity."

The applause was crisp and rhythmic, as if it was playing a prelude to the upcoming road to justice.

His eyes were full of anticipation, a beautiful vision for the future of Gotham City.

His body also leaned forward slightly, as if to express his enthusiasm and support to Bruce and Alfred.

In the subsequent conversation, the three further refined the plan and called on each other for opinions and ideas on how to establish this anonymous reporting platform, how to ensure the authenticity and security of information, and how to cooperate with the police and procuratorate.

They sat around a round table, and the lights around them seemed to be infected by their enthusiasm and determination, becoming brighter and warmer.

Bruce picked up a pen from the table. The pen body was made of exquisite metal and engraved with the Wayne family logo, which flickered faintly under the light.

He began to record their thoughts in a notebook. The tip of the pen made a slight rustling sound as it moved across the paper. He wrote every stroke very carefully, as if he was writing the future of Gotham City.

Bruce said seriously: "Qin Yang, your joining us makes us even more powerful.

I believe that with your help, we will be able to succeed.”

His eyes were full of trust, and that trust was like a solid bridge, spanning the road of cooperation between them.

His pen rested on the notebook, and his eyes looked at Qin Yang intently, as if he saw hope for change in Gotham City in Qin Yang.

Qin Yang responded modestly: "Bruce, you are too polite.

I just did what I was supposed to do.

And, I look forward to seeing Gotham become a better place thanks to your efforts.”

His expression was sincere and humble, without a trace of pride in his eyes.

He sat upright and naturally with his hands on his knees, showing his politeness and restraint.

Alfred smiled at the two of them and said, "I am really pleased to see you two are so united.

No matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as we keep our minds and our strengths in the same direction, there will be no difficulties that we cannot overcome.”

His smile is like a blooming chrysanthemum, and every wrinkle is like the lines on petals, exuding the kindness accumulated over the years.

His eyes moved back and forth between Bruce and Qin Yang, filled with relief and confidence in the future.

He sat in a chair, relaxed but dignified, like a wise man witnessing the coming of a great moment.

They continued to discuss the details of the plan.

Bruce drew some simple framework diagrams in his notebook. His lines were simple and clear, and each module represented an important part of the plan.

As he drew, he explained: "For this anonymous reporting platform, we must first consider its ease of use, so that ordinary people can easily use it."

He looked intently at the picture he had drawn, and his fingers gently slid along the lines, as if stroking the blueprint for the future.

Qin Yang added: "That's right, and its safety must be guaranteed.

We can use some encryption technology to ensure that the whistleblower cannot be traced. " (End of this chapter)