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Qin Yang took a deep breath, the air flowed slowly in his nasal cavity, and he could feel the slight coolness.

His eyes remained firm, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with persistence.

He said, "I know what I'm doing, Commissioner Gordon."

Qin Yang took a small step forward, and the ground under his feet made a slight sound. "I joined the gang not to join them, but to disintegrate their power from within and prevent the implementation of the Arkham Land Plan."

He spoke slowly, but every word seemed to hit Gordon's heart hard. "I believe that only in this way can Gotham avoid a disaster."

He looked into the distance, as if he could see the dangerous streets of Gotham through the wall.

Gordon's expression grew more serious, his lips pressed together in a thin pale line.

He held his hands in front of his chest, and the fabric of his police uniform was pulled and deformed.

He said seriously: "Qin Yang, your idea is too dangerous."

Gordon's eyes were filled with scrutiny, as if he was trying to see through Qin Yang's soul. "The world of gangs is far more complicated and cruel than you think."

He began to pace slowly in the room, the sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground echoing in the quiet space, "You can't guarantee that you can get out of this unscathed, and you can't guarantee that your plan will succeed."

Every step he took seemed to put pressure on Qin Yang's determination.

There was a flash of determination in Qin Yang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a courage to face death.

He said: "I know this road is not easy, but I have to try."

Qin Yang raised his hand and touched his collar, stroking his fingers gently on the fabric, “Gotham needs stability and peace.

I can’t watch it go haywire because of a land plan.”

His voice trembled slightly, but that was not because of fear, but because of his deep love for the city of Gotham. There seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes, which was the fire of hope ignited to save Gotham.

Gordon stopped pacing, turned around and faced Qin Yang again.

There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, as if he was trying to impress Qin Yang with his warmth.

He said: "Qin Yang, you are a talented and courageous person.

But sometimes courage doesn’t mean risking everything.”

Gordon's voice became gentle, like the warm sun in winter, trying to melt the stubborn ice in Qin Yang's heart, "Have you considered other methods? For example, using legal means to stop this plan?" His eyes were full of expectation, hoping that Qin Yang would change his mind.

Qin Yang shook his head gently, and his hair swayed slightly with his movement.

“The legal path is too slow and likely to be blocked by the Falcone family and other interest groups,” he said.

Qin Yang's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness. He knew that legal means seemed to be aboveboard, but in Gotham, a city shrouded by dark forces, it was often difficult to take any action. "I must take more direct and effective measures."

His gaze became firm again, and that firmness seemed to emanate from his bones.

Gordon sighed again. He knew that once Qin Yang made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

There was a hint of admiration and a hint of regret in his eyes.

He said: "Qin Yang, I respect your determination and courage.

But I also hope you can listen to my advice.”

Gordon approached Qin Yang and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. The hand had a rough texture, a mark left by years of fighting against sin. "Don't let yourself fall into a situation from which you can't turn back.

Bruce and the Wayne family need you, and Gotham needs you too.

Don't let your sense of justice blind you and make irreversible decisions." His eyes were full of concern, a deep care for his friends and comrades.

Qin Yang felt the warmth and strength from Gordon's hand on his shoulder, and he looked at Gordon with gratitude.

He said: "Thank you for your reminder, Chief Gordon.

I will consider your words seriously.”

Qin Yang's expression became solemn, as if he was making a solemn promise to himself, "But no matter what, I will not give up my goal.

The future of Gotham cannot be ruined by the selfish desires of a few people."

There was a sense of mission in his eyes, as if he was the one chosen by fate to fight for the future of Gotham.

Gordon slowly withdrew his hand and nodded with a hint of trust in his eyes.

He said: “I believe you can make the right choice.

But remember, no matter where you go, Gotham's police department has your back."

Gordon's voice was steady and powerful, like a solid fortress, giving people a sense of security. "If you need help, you can always come to me."

He looked at Qin Yang firmly, which was a silent promise.

Qin Yang showed a grateful smile on his face, and he said, "Thank you, Director Gordon.

Your trust and support means a lot to me.”

Qin Yang's eyes were filled with tears of emotion, and he tried hard not to let them fall. "I will act carefully and make sure I don't become a sinner in Gotham."

In Gotham City, night falls, like a huge black curtain hanging heavily over the city.

In the darkness, the damp streets were filled with an atmosphere of decay and danger. The dim street lights flickered weakly in the fog, as if struggling feebly.

Gordon's secret meeting with Qin Yang Gordon ran all the way here, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath, and every breath was like pulling a worn-out bellows in his throat.

His hair was soaked with sweat, with a few strands sticking to his forehead, and his eyes revealed a hint of fatigue and relief.

There was a faint dark shadow around his eyes, which was the mark left by long-term tension and running around.

He leaned against the wall, slightly bent his body, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qin Yang, thank you.

Without you, I would have fallen into Falcone's hands."

Qin Yang stood in the shadow, as if blending into the darkness.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and that smile was like a ray of light in the darkness, but it also carried a hint of mystery.

His eyes were extremely deep, like two ancient and deep wells, as if hiding endless secrets.

He slowly raised his head, and the dim light from the street lamp shone on his face, outlining his angular features.

"Gordon, we are friends, aren't we? Friends should help each other.

However, this pursuit is only calm on the surface, and Falcone will not give up easily."

Gordon frowned, and a deep "川" character formed between his eyebrows.

A trace of worry flashed across his eyes, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the wall beside him, as if he was thinking about a countermeasure. (End of this chapter)