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

“I know, but at least now I can breathe a sigh of relief.

What should I do next? I can’t keep hiding like this.”

Qin Yang pondered for a moment, and his eyes became solemn.

He raised his hand and gently stroked his chin, his fingers were long and strong.

“You need a more thorough plan and at the same time, you need to improve your defense capabilities.

I will teach you some self-defense techniques, which may come in handy at a critical moment."

As he spoke, Qin Yang took a step forward, his black windbreaker swaying gently in the wind.

Gordon looked at Qin Yang gratefully, with sincerity shining in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and patted Qin Yang's shoulder vigorously, his voice carrying a hint of excitement: "Thank you, Qin Yang.

You always show up when I need you most.”

-

Penguin sneaks into the Maroni family party

The Penguin was wearing a gorgeous dress. The fabric of the dress looked extremely exquisite and shimmered with a soft luster under the light.

The exquisite embroidery on the dress seemed alive, winding and showing delicate patterns.

He mingled among the crowd, his body slightly hunched, but he tried hard to maintain an elegant posture.

There was a calculating gleam in his eyes, like a cunning mouse spying on its prey in the dark.

His eyes were small, but they revealed a chilling shrewdness.

He moved slowly among the crowd, taking every step carefully, as if the floor beneath his feet was fragile thin ice.

He whispered to himself: "To become the core here, I must let them know who I am, but also make them feel that I am still useful."

His voice was very soft, like the rustling of leaves in the breeze, and only he could hear it.

His footsteps finally stopped near Maroni, and he took a deep breath, as if to muster up all his courage.

Then, he deliberately tapped the wine glass in his hand and spilled it. The red liquid in the glass flowed slowly on the smooth floor like blood, immediately attracting the attention of people around him.

The Penguin pretended to be apologetic and forced an exaggerated smile on his face, which looked a little twisted.

He bent down and said in a humble manner: "Excuse me, Mr. Maroni, my name is Oswald Cobblepot, perhaps you have heard of my name?" Maroni raised his eyebrows. His eyebrows were thick and black, like two caterpillars lying above his eyes.

There was a hint of disdain in his eyes as he looked Penguin up and down.

His eyes were like sharp blades, scanning from the top of the Penguin's head to his toes, as if he could see through him.

"Penguin? You? What are you doing here?"

The Penguin smiled, his lips were so thin, like two sharp blades.

His teeth were a little uneven, and there were some yellow stains when he smiled.

There was unquestionable confidence in his tone: "I came here to show you that I can bring unprecedented benefits to your family."

-

Gordon and Barbara stood on a bench in the park, the atmosphere was a little heavy.

The park benches were already a bit worn out, with the green paint peeling off in spots, revealing the rusty iron frame underneath.

On the grass around the bench, withered and yellow grass leaves grew in a disorderly manner, and bare land was exposed in some places.

Barbara's eyes were complicated, as if there was a mist in them, containing hesitation, pain and a hint of determination.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she had countless words to say but didn't know where to start.

Her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and a few strands brushed against her cheeks, but could not wipe away the sadness on her face.

"Gordon, I've decided to leave you and join Montoya's team. She needs me, and I need a new start."

Gordon tried hard to suppress the pain in his heart. His throat seemed to be choked by something and a feeling of sourness surged into his heart.

He tried to remain calm, but his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

There was a hint of reluctance and helplessness in his eyes, and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he wanted to seal all his emotions in his mouth.

"Barbara, I respect your decision.

But remember, wherever you are, I have your back.”

Just then, Qin Yang appeared quietly.

His footsteps were light, like a cat stalking.

His figure slowly walked out of the woods beside him, and the leaves in the woods made a slight rustling sound as he passed by.

Qin Yang said softly: "Barbara, if you really leave Gordon, I'm afraid the conflict between you will escalate, and Falcone will not let go of this opportunity."

His voice was like a ripple on a calm lake, gentle yet with a power that could not be ignored.

Barbara's eyes widened in surprise, her eyes full of confusion and shock.

Then, she seemed to suddenly understand something and said, "You mean..." Gordon also suddenly realized, and a spark of hope rekindled in his eyes.

He walked towards Barbara eagerly, held her shoulders tightly with both hands, and said with a hint of excitement in his voice: “Barbara, stay.

Let's face this together and don't let Falcone succeed."

Barbara nodded, a determined gleam in her eyes.

The light was like the twinkling stars in the night sky, penetrating the previous fog.

A determined smile appeared on her face: "Okay, let's do it together."

...,

-

In the study of Wayne Manor, Qin Yang, Alfu and Bruce sat around an old wooden table.

This study is one of the core areas of Wayne Manor, exuding an ancient and profound atmosphere.

The surrounding walls were covered with heavy dark wooden bookshelves filled with various hardcover books, some of which had faded covers, showing their age.

The gold-plated letters on the spine of the book flickered faintly under the dim light, as if silently telling a story from the past.

The tabletop has intricate wood grain, like traces left by time, and its edges have been rubbed very smooth, the result of countless uses and touches.

The legs of the table are sturdy wooden carvings with exquisite patterns, including vines and flowers. Every detail is lifelike, as if showing the superb skills of the craftsmen in the past.

Qin Yang spoke seriously, his expression as solemn as the gloomy sky outside the window.

"Bruce, I've noticed some unusual movements within the Wayne Group.

I suspect someone at the top of the group is involved in criminal activity.”

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing some anger.

His eyes were fixed on Bruce, with unmistakable seriousness in them.

His hair was slightly messy, as if he had just gone through a brain storm.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the wooden table, and the rhythm seemed to be the rhythm of his thoughts.

Bruce frowned, a deep furrow forming between his brows.

There was a hint of confusion and doubt in his eyes.

"That's impossible. I have been committed to cleaning up corruption within the group." (End of this chapter)