American comics: Play as Kizaru and get off work in three seconds

The soft carpet is like a piece of furry grass, and it makes no sound when you step on it. Its color is deep dark red, which complements the surrounding wooden furniture.

There are several large and heavy sofas in the living room. The sofas are made of top-grade cowhide that has been carefully tanned and exudes a faint leather aroma. The backrests of the sofas are embroidered with exquisite patterns, and every stitch and thread looks like a masterpiece created by the craftsmen with painstaking efforts.

Qin Yang pushed the door open, and the door made a slight creaking sound, as if an ancient story was slowly unfolding.

He had a dusty air, his hair was a little messy, a few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead by sweat, and his clothes were stained with dust, which was the unique dust of Gotham streets, mixed with the hustle and bustle and fatigue of the city.

His eyes showed the relief of returning home, as if he could find a spiritual haven in this manor, but also mixed with worry about the current situation in Gotham. The worry was like a haze, shrouding the depths of his bright eyes.

Bruce Wayne sat on the large sofa. His posture was elegant and casual, his body leaning back slightly, as if the entire sofa had become an extension of his power.

He held the remote control tightly in his hand, the shell of which reflected a faint luster under the light. His fingers were slender and powerful, with distinct joints, like a pianist's hands, but with a unique sense of power.

The TV screen was playing news about the latest developments in Gotham City. The light of the screen flickered in the dim living room. The reporter in the picture had a serious expression, and the voice echoed in the living room through the speakers, carrying a sense of distant yet imminent urgency.

Qin Yang said: "Bruce, I'm back."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue, but he tried to make his tone sound more relaxed, as if he didn't want Bruce to worry too much about what happened to him outside.

Bruce Wayne looked up; his movements were slow and steady, like a lazy yet alert lion.

His eyes moved away from the TV screen, and they were deep and sharp, as if they could penetrate the screen and see through the darkness of Gotham.

He looked at Qin Yang and said, "Qin Yang, welcome back.

Is there anything new outside today?" His voice was calm and magnetic, like a slowly flowing stream, but underneath the calmness was an eager desire for an answer.

Qin Yang walked to the sofa, his steps were a little heavy, and every step seemed to carry the pressure of the streets of Gotham.

After sitting down, he sighed softly, the situation was a bit complicated, and said: "I just came back from the police station, and Chief Gordon gave me some latest news."

As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand. The sweat beads sparkled under the light like tiny pearls.

Bruce frowned slightly, his eyebrows were like two thick dark clouds gathered together, and the wrinkled lines were like ravines in the valley, deep and full of thoughtful tension.

He said, "Is it about the development plan for Arkham?" There was a hint of nervousness in his eyes, which was the worry about the fate of Arkham. His eyes were deep and blue, like the night sky of Gotham, hiding endless secrets.

Qin Yang nodded and said, "That's right.

Gordon told me that the City Council had already made its decision.

The Maronis received permission to build a waste treatment plant on the site of Arkham and to renovate parts of the existing asylum for a new medical facility, while the Falcones received permission to build low-cost housing in the surrounding area.

His speech speed was neither fast nor slow, and every word seemed to be stating a heavy fact. There was helplessness in his eyes, as if he was powerless to change the result, but was unwilling to resign himself to it.

There was a flash of displeasure in Bruce's eyes, and that hint of displeasure was like a sudden ripple on the surface of a calm lake, breaking his originally calm expression.

His eyes became cold, like the chilly wind in winter that could freeze everything.

Said: “This result… is really unexpected.

A waste treatment plant? That's a complete blasphemy against Arkham's history.

Although cheap housing seems to benefit the people, who can guarantee that it will not become a new hotbed of crime? "There was a hint of anger in his voice, and the anger was burning faintly in his chest, like a volcano about to erupt. Qin Yang sighed, and the sigh was long and heavy, like the sigh of the whole Gotham.

"I understand your concerns, Bruce.

Both decisions were controversial and the city council was deeply divided.

But in the end, the balance of interests still tilts towards those powerful families.”

His expression became even darker, like the moon covered by dark clouds, losing its original brilliance.

Bruce pondered for a moment, his eyes becoming deep and distant, as if he was constructing a complex picture in his mind.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the sofa. The tapping sound was particularly clear in the quiet living room, and each tapping sound seemed to be calculating something.

Said: "Qin Yang, we can't just sit back and watch.

Arkham is not just a place name, it carries too much history and memories.

We can’t let it become a garbage dump and a slum.”

His voice was firm and powerful, like a declaration of challenge to fate.

Qin Yang nodded, his head shaking up and down slightly, but full of determination.

Said, “I agree.

But the question is, what can we do now? The city council has made its decision, and unless there is strong evidence that there are serious problems with these two projects, it will be difficult to change the status quo.”

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, like a traveler who was lost in the darkness, looking for a glimmer of hope.

Bruce's eyes were firm, and his eyes were like a beacon, flashing a firm light in the darkness.

He said: “We can find evidence.

Qin Yang, your intelligence network covers Gotham, I believe you can find a breakthrough.

At the same time, I will use my resources and influence to seek opportunities to fight back from a legal perspective."

His body leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey, full of strength and fighting spirit.

Qin Yang nodded and said, "Okay, I will start investigating immediately.

However, Bruce, we still need to consider one question - if these two projects are really implemented, what will happen to the residents of Arkham? What kind of changes will their lives face? " His eyes were full of worry, and that worry was not only sympathy for the residents of Arkham, but also worry about the changes in the entire social structure of Gotham.

Bruce said: “It’s a tough question.

We need to communicate with local residents in advance, understand their needs and concerns, and provide them with support and assistance as much as possible.

At the same time, we must also look for alternatives to see if there are other ways to protect Arkham's historical and cultural heritage." (End of this chapter)