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Poverty, crime and corruption are eroding the city like a cancer.

Just then, the door of the living room was gently pushed open, and Alfred walked in with two cups of hot tea.

Seeing Bruce and Qin Yang discussing seriously, he said softly, "Gentlemen, have a cup of tea first.

No matter how urgent the situation is, you must take care of yourself first."

Alfred walked into the living room with steady steps.

His steps were light and rhythmic, just like his usual style, orderly.

He was wearing his iconic black butler uniform, which was neat and tidy without a wrinkle, and his white gloves were spotless.

There was a gentle smile on his face, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in winter, which could dispel the haze in people's hearts.

The teacup in his hand exuded wisps of hot steam, the aroma of tea mixed with a hint of milk. It was the tea he had carefully blended, knowing that in such a tense discussion atmosphere, a cup of fragrant tea could soothe people's minds.

Bruce and Qin Yang smiled at each other, took the teacup and took a sip.

The aroma of tea spread in their mouths, as if bringing a touch of comfort to their souls.

Bruce felt the warm liquid flow down his throat, warming his body.

The tea's flavor is rich and mellow, with light floral and fresh herbal notes.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of peace.

Qin Yang was also immersed in the fragrance of tea, and he felt that his tense nerves were relaxed at this moment.

The fragrance of tea was like a pair of gentle hands, gently soothing the anxiety in his heart.

Bruce said, "Alfred is right.

No matter how big the challenge is, we must remain calm and rational.

Qin Yang, let's start the action tomorrow."

Bruce put down the teacup, his eyes filled with fighting spirit again.

He knew that from now on they would embark on a journey full of difficulties and obstacles, but he was ready.

Qin Yang said: "Okay, Bruce.

I will get the materials ready for negotiations with the City Council as soon as possible.

At the same time, I will continue to investigate the background and motivations of these two projects and look for possible breakthroughs.”

Qin Yang put the teacup on the coffee table, his movements quick and decisive.

He had already started thinking about how to collect information and through which channels to investigate the project background.

He would contact his informants in various fields, from the construction industry to the financial world, from environmental organizations to community groups.

He also needs to conduct field research in the Arkham area, have in-depth exchanges with local residents, and obtain first-hand information.

Bruce said, “Very good.

Remember, Qin Yang, we are not only fighting for Arkham, but also for the future of Gotham."

Bruce's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to emphasize the importance of their mission.

Qin Yang said: "I understand, Bruce.

We will succeed.”

Qin Yang's eyes met Bruce's firmly, and there was a silent understanding between them.

It was late at night, the streets of Gotham City were dimly lit, but the police station was still brightly lit, and the tense atmosphere permeated every corner. Qin Yang, as Bruce Wayne's right-hand man, with his keen insight and extensive intelligence network, shuttled freely in the undercurrent of Gotham.

At this time, he was standing in Director Gordon's office, conveying important information with a serious expression.

Qin Yang walked quickly into the office, his steps carrying a sense of urgency.

His leather shoes made crisp sounds on the police station floor, which was particularly loud in the quiet office.

The windbreaker on his body swayed gently with his movements, and the corners of the windbreaker were a little worn, which were the traces of his running around the streets of Gotham.

His face looked a little pale under the light of the office, but his eyes were very sharp.

He quickly glanced at Commissioner Gordon's office, which was filled with files, with the filing cabinets almost overflowing with documents.

There is a map of Gotham City hanging on the wall. Some places on the map are circled in red. Those may be high-crime areas or the locations of cases under investigation.

In addition to the documents, there was a worn-out coffee cup on the desk with some cold coffee still in it, emitting a bitter taste.

Qin Yang walked quickly into the office and said in an urgent tone: "Director Gordon, I have an emergency to report to you."

His voice echoed in the office, with a hint of tension.

Gordon looked up from the pile of documents. His movements were a little slow, and it was obvious that he was exhausted from the long hours of work.

His hair was a little messy, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.

But his eyes flashed with fatigue but then became alert, and said: "Qin Yang, you always appear at the critical moment.

Tell me, what's the matter this time?" Commissioner Gordon leaned back in his chair, which creaked slightly.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to make himself more awake and ready to receive the information brought by Qin Yang.

Qin Yang lowered his voice to ensure that the secret would not be leaked and said: "I have received reliable information that the Penguin - Oswald Cobblepot, he is not dead."

Qin Yang's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was afraid that if his voice was a little louder, it would be heard by the enemy lurking in the darkness.

He hunched over slightly, his eyes scanning the area around Commissioner Gordon's office warily.

His lips hardly moved, only a slight vibration sound came from his throat, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

There was a dense layer of sweat beads on his forehead, flickering faintly under the dim light of the police station, which was a reflection of his nervousness and anxiety after learning the shocking news.

Gordon stood up in shock, dropped the pen in his hand on the table and said, "What?! How is this possible? We saw him with our own eyes..." Director Gordon's movements were so sudden that his chair was pushed back suddenly when he stood up, making a harsh friction sound that echoed in the silent office.

His eyes widened, his eyeballs seemed to pop out of their sockets, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

His facial muscles, which had been somewhat relaxed due to fatigue, instantly tensed up, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious, and each wrinkle seemed to hide deep doubts.

His lips trembled slightly, and his throat seemed to be choked by something, and for a moment he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

The pen that fell on the table kept rolling, and finally rolled to the corner of the table. It was about to fall, but it stopped at the edge, as if this shocking news made the whole world stop moving.

Qin Yang said: "I can't believe it either.

But the fact is that he has managed to escape our sight somehow.

And, to make matters worse, I learned that the Maroni family has already sent out assassins, and the next target may be the mayor."

Qin Yang frowned as he spoke.

His eyebrows were like two tangled caterpillars, forming a deep groove above his eyes.

His eyes were filled with worry, and that worry was like a thick dark cloud, covering his originally bright eyes. (End of this chapter)