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The important figure of the Maroni family sat on a shabby box, his face full of worry, his brows furrowed like two deep grooves.

His eyes were full of worry and anxiety, and his lips were a little chapped, as if he hadn't had water for a long time.

He said worriedly: "Penguin, this robbery has caused us heavy losses, not only financial losses, but our reputation has also been greatly affected.

And the Falconet family seems to be making some moves as well. I always feel like there's an undercurrent coming towards us.

What do you think?" His voice was filled with fatigue and helplessness, and he kept rubbing his hands on his knees, as if looking for a little comfort.

Oswald pretended to be in deep thought, with his head lowered, his eyes fixed on the ground, and his hands folded upon his chest.

His expression was as if he was thinking deeply about an extremely complicated problem. After a while, he slowly said, "I think the most important thing now is to strengthen our cooperation and jointly resist external threats.

We are like a ship in a storm. Only if we work together can we avoid being overturned by the wind and waves.

At the same time, we must also be careful about whether there are traitors within the organization. After all, at times like this, it is easiest for someone to take advantage of the situation.

Just like a castle, internal vulnerabilities are often more deadly than external attacks. "

His voice was steady and powerful, like a lamp lit in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to the important figures of the Maroni family.

The other party nodded, and his head shook up and down violently, as if he was trying hard to grasp this life-saving straw.

He agreed with Oswald's suggestion, his eyes full of trust in Oswald, and he said: "Penguin, you are right.

We really need to be more united. Your performance during this period reassures me. I hope you can continue to make plans for the family."

There was a sense of relief in his voice, as if he had found a reliable companion in the darkness.

The aftermath of the robbery has not yet subsided, and undercurrents are surging in the night of Gotham City.

The atmosphere in the Maroni family's base camp was solemn and tense.

The base camp is a huge building that looks like an ancient castle with thick walls and tall towers.

The city wall is built with huge stones, which are covered with moss, like traces left by time.

There are some small windows at the top of the tower, and faint lights shine through the windows, like eyes in the dark.

Sal Maroni sits behind his desk, which is made of a huge piece of oak. There are some scratches and signs of wear on the table top, as if telling the countless stories it has witnessed.

Sal Maroni's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from it, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed together like two caterpillars about to fight.

His eyes were filled with anger and worry, and his gaze was like a burning flame that wanted to burn everything in front of him.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, and each tap was like a silent declaration of war against the Falcone family.

The knocking sound echoed in the quiet room, like a dull drumbeat, foreshadowing the coming of a storm. And all this was exactly what Qin Yang, who was hiding in the dark, wanted.

The Maroni family meeting room, located deep in the family base, is a spacious and majestic place.

The door of the conference room is made of thick solid wood and is carved with the Maroni family emblem, a complex pattern consisting of a lion and thorns. The lion symbolizes the majesty of the family, and the thorns represent the tenacity and danger required to protect the family.

There is a stone sculpture on each side of the gate, which is a warrior holding a weapon. Their eyes are cold, as if they are guarding the confidential discussion that is about to take place in the conference room.

Walking into the conference room, you will see the floor paved with smooth marble. Each piece of marble has been polished to reflect a person's shadow. The marble texture looks like a natural ink painting, adding a touch of artistic atmosphere to this solemn space.

The ceiling of the conference room is very high, and a huge crystal chandelier hangs in the center of the dome. The crystal pendants on the chandelier refract colorful light under the light, like countless bright stars twinkling.

There are oil paintings hanging on the walls, most of which depict historical scenes of the Maroni family. There are scenes of the family ancestors building the family business on the streets of Gotham City. The characters in the paintings have firm expressions and fearless courage in their eyes. There are also scenes of the family bravely resisting and winning when faced with challenges from other forces. The battles in the paintings are fierce and cruel, and you can almost hear the sound of swords clashing and shouts coming from the paintings.

In the center of the conference room is a huge oval conference table. The table is made of precious mahogany. The edges of the table are carved with exquisite patterns, including winding vines and blooming flowers. The carvings are so detailed that every petal and every leaf is lifelike.

A circle of high-backed leather chairs are placed around the table. The color of the chairs is deep dark red, and the leather exudes a faint luster. It is soft and comfortable to sit on, while still majestic.

Sal Maroni summoned the core members of the family. He sat at one end of the conference table. It was a specially made seat, taller than the other seats. The top of the chair back was engraved with the Maroni family emblem, like a throne, highlighting his supreme status in the family.

Sal Maroni leaned forward slightly, placed his hands on the table, his fingers intertwined, and his eyes revealed a suppressed anger.

Sal Maroni's voice was deep and powerful, and it echoed in the quiet conference room, as if every word carried an invisible power.

He said: "Everyone, we all know what the recent restaurant robberies mean to us in the Maroney family.

This is not just a financial loss, but also a trampling on our dignity!" His voice was filled with unquestionable majesty, and every syllable seemed to hit the hearts of everyone present.

A family member said indignantly: "That's right, Sal! We must make those bastards pay the price!" The family member's face turned red and his eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged bull.

His hands were clenched into fists, and the veins on his arms were bulging, showing that his inner anger had reached its peak.

He sat on the chair, his body shaking slightly, as if he would jump up and rush towards the enemy at any time.

Another family member analyzed calmly. His expression was relatively calm, but his eyes revealed a deep thought.

He sat in a chair, his body straight, his hands on his knees, his posture correct and serious.

He said slowly: “But, Sal, we have no solid evidence to prove that this was done by the Falconet family.

In this Gotham City full of conspiracies and calculations, we cannot act rashly based on our intuition alone.

If we misunderstand them, it could lead to an unnecessary war, which could be disastrous for our family."

His voice was calm and rational, like a clear spring, trying to extinguish the flames of anger in the hearts of others. (End of this chapter)