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There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Sal Maroni's eyes, which was like a ray of cold light in the darkness, instantly breaking his apparent calmness.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the fierceness in his eyes was like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass, ready to attack at any time.

He said: "Evidence? In this city, sometimes intuition is more reliable than evidence.

The Falconet family has always been eyeing us, and this robbery is the best proof! Do they think they can easily provoke us and get away with it? They are wrong! "His voice gradually rose, and the last sentence seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of anger and determination.

At this time, Oswald the Penguin, as the restaurant manager and new confidant, was allowed to attend the meeting.

He walked into the meeting room carefully, his steps light, as if he was afraid to disturb the tense atmosphere in the meeting room.

His body was slightly bent, his eyes looking at the ground, showing a humble attitude.

He was wearing a smart black suit that was tailored to highlight his slight frame.

His tie was neatly tied and his shirt collar was as white as snow, but he seemed a little out of place compared to the core members of the family who were dressed more gorgeously and had more burly figures around him.

Oswald said, seemingly loyally, “Mr. Sal, I completely understand your anger.

As a restaurant manager, I witnessed that disaster firsthand.

The restaurant was a mess and I still can't forget the arrogance of those robbers.

But let me remind you that acting impulsively can put us in more dangerous situations.

We should collect more intelligence first to ensure our actions are foolproof.”

His voice was soft and gentle, like a breeze blowing across a calm lake, trying to calm the rising anger in the conference room.

Sal Maroni glanced at Oswald, and that look contained a complex emotion, a hint of disdain, because Oswald was after all just a new confidant in his eyes; but also a hint of recognition, because what he said made sense to some extent.

His tone softened slightly, and he said, "Your reminder makes sense, Penguin.

But sometimes, we have to show our determination and strength to let the enemy know that we are not to be trifled with.

I decided to activate our intelligence network and do our utmost to track down the Falconet family's movements.

At the same time, we must also be prepared. Once the time is right, we will teach them a lesson they will never forget!" His voice became firm again, and he slapped his hands heavily on the table, as if issuing an irreversible order.

After the meeting, Oswald found Qin Yang privately, and the two met in a hidden room.

The room is located deep within an abandoned factory in Gotham City, surrounded by rusted machinery and discarded parts.

The walls of the room were of worn masonry that had begun to peel away in places, revealing the dirt and stones underneath.

The room was filled with the smell of rust and engine oil, and the dim lights overhead flickered as if they would go out at any moment.

Qin Yang was wearing a hood, his figure was hidden in the darkness, and only his eyes, which were shining with mysterious light, could be seen under the hood.

He leaned against a corner of the room with his hands crossed over his chest, like a ghost hiding in the darkness.

His voice was low and mysterious, and it seemed to come from underground, carrying a chilling aura.

He said: “It appears that Sal Maroney has taken the bait.

You did a great job, Penguin." Oswald smiled slightly, with a sly smugness in his smile.

His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cunning look, like a little mouse that stole the cheese.

He said: “This is just the beginning, Qin Yang.

I have planted enough hidden threads within the family. These threads are like hidden bombs, ready to explode at the right time.

I have placed my people in every corner of the family. They will pass on the information we want without being noticed to ensure that our plan can proceed smoothly.

Now, we just need to wait for the right moment to escalate the conflict between the two families."

As he spoke, he gently stroked his chin with his hand, as if he was thinking about a deeper conspiracy.

Qin Yang nodded his approval, his head moving gently up and down in the darkness.

He said, “Very good.

Remember, our goal is not only to make the two families kill each other, but also to use this chaos to gradually disintegrate the underground order of Gotham City and pave the way for our own rise.

We must be like spiders, carefully weaving our plans in this chaotic web, not missing any details.

Once the underground order of Gotham City is disrupted, we can take the opportunity to establish our own rules and put the entire underground world of Gotham City under our control."

His voice, full of ambition and determination, echoed in the dim room like a prophecy of the future.

Oswald said respectfully: “I understand, Qin Yang.

I will continue to play my role well until that day comes.

I would lurk among the Maroni family like a loyal servant, constantly stirring up their hatred towards the Falcone family, while also spreading rumors about the Maroni family among the Falcone family.

I will let these two families sink deeper and deeper into suspicion and anger until they are completely destroyed."

His eyes were full of firm belief and his body stood straight, as if he was making a solemn oath to Qin Yang.

As time goes by, the tension between the Maroni and Falcone families continues to escalate, like two erupting volcanoes that may submerge everything around them in boiling magma at any time.

With the seemingly unintentional but actually careful "help" of Oswald the Penguin, Sal Maroni collected some specious intelligence.

The information was like bait flickering in the dark, seemingly tempting but actually full of deception.

Each piece of information was like a carefully woven web, covered with misleading threads, which entangled Sal Maroni's heart little by little, making him more determined to hate the Falcone family.

The process of Sal Maroni gathering this intelligence was like finding a way out in a foggy forest, and Oswald was the one who quietly changed the direction of the signposts in secret.

Sal Maroney would sit in his spacious but depressing office, with family history photos and emblems of family honor hanging on the walls.

The dim light shone on the desk, which was piled with documents and intelligence materials and looked messy, but in fact, he had checked every one of them over and over again.

There was fatigue and anger in his eyes, and his brows were furrowed as he carefully examined the intelligence that Oswald "accidentally" obtained and sent to him.

The papers on which these intelligence reports were written had different textures and colors. Some of them were worn out, as if they had been through countless hands. The handwriting on them was either blurred or clear, recording some clues that seemed to point to the Falcone family, such as the confession of a gangster who had had contact with the Falcone family. Although it was vague, it became solid evidence in the eyes of Sal Maroni, who was blinded by hatred. (End of this chapter)