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

His lips were tightly pursed, like a closed door, unwilling to accept the news.

His sitting posture was still upright, which was the aristocratic demeanor cultivated over the years. Even at this moment, his back was straight like an unyielding javelin.

His hands were placed on his knees, and his fingers tightened unconsciously, showing his inner tension.

Ah Fu interjected gently, his voice like a spring breeze, gently blowing through the room.

"Master, what Mr. Qin Yang said is not groundless.

He has helped us many times and his instincts are often spot on.”

Ah Fu stood aside, his posture was straight and he was wearing a neat butler's uniform.

The fabric of the butler's uniform looked very delicate, and the black cloth had a faint luster.

His white shirt was tied with a neat bow tie, which was tied just right, like a perfect butterfly resting on his collar.

His hair was combed meticulously, and every hair seemed to be firmly in its place.

There was a gentle smile on his face, and that smile was like sunshine shining on a calm lake, creating ripples full of warmth and kindness.

Qin Yang looked at Bruce, his eyes full of trust.

That look was like a bright light, penetrating the slightly depressing atmosphere in the room.

"Bruce, I'm not being random.

The gang shares held by the Wayne Group may be the root of the problem.

You need to investigate further.”

His eyes were firm and persistent, as if conveying a kind of strength to Bruce.

He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between him and Bruce, as if to make Bruce feel the importance of his words more deeply.

Bruce nodded after thinking about it, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

“I will, Qin Yang.

Thank you for your continued help and reminders. ”

His voice became steady, as if he had regained strength from deep within his heart.

He raised his head, his eyes showing a rekindled fighting spirit.

Ah Fu smiled and looked at Qin Yang.

“Mr. Qin Yang, you are always so mysterious, but your concern for Master Bruce is obvious.

This makes me feel especially close to you.”

There was a sincere light shining in his eyes, like little stars twinkling in the night sky.

Her hands were folded gracefully in front of her, the movement was natural and smooth, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

Qin Yang smiled and responded: "Afu, you are too kind.

I'm just doing the best I can to protect the people I care about."

There was a hint of shyness in his smile, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, like two crescent moons.

Gordon and Qin Yang were talking in low voices in a secluded cafe.

This cafe is located in a remote corner of Gotham City, and the surrounding buildings look a bit shabby and dilapidated.

The sign of the cafe has faded a little, and the words on it are blurred. Only when you get closer can you barely make out the name of the cafe.

The main entrance of the cafe is a heavy wooden door with a lot of paint peeling off, revealing the rough wooden boards inside.

When I opened the door, the aroma of coffee hit me, mixed with a hint of stale smell.

The lighting in the store was very dim, with only a few wall lamps emitting faint light.

There are some old oil paintings hanging on the walls. The pictures are a little blurry due to the erosion of time, but you can still see some old scenes of Gotham City.

The tables and chairs were all made of wood and looked very simple. The cushions of the chairs were a bit worn and the sponge inside was exposed.

Gordon said anxiously: "Qin Yang, we can't keep passively defending.

We must find Falconet's weakness and take the initiative to attack." His eyes were full of bloodshot, which was caused by long-term anxiety and lack of sleep.

My hair looked greasy, as if it hadn't been washed in days.

His beard also grew out, making him look a little sloppy.

He held the coffee cup tightly in both hands. The cup was shaking slightly in his hands, and the coffee was shaking in the cup, almost spilling out.

Qin Yang nodded and handed over a document.

The paper of the document was a bit rough, and looked like it had been photocopied many times.

The edges of the document were slightly curled, showing that it had been frequently flipped through.

“I’m already investigating.

This is a record of some of Falcone's recent illegal dealings, as well as information about some of his important allies.

We can start from here.”

Qin Yang's expression was serious and earnest, his eyes fixed on Gordon, as if conveying a silent power.

His clothes looked a little wrinkled, which was caused by his constant running around during the investigation.

There were some ink stains on his fingers, which he had accidentally got while recording the information.

Gordon flipped through the documents, his eyes becoming increasingly determined.

His fingers quickly flipped through the pages of the document, his eyes staring at the contents without blinking.

His brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, as if he was thinking about every detail in the document.

"Okay, let's split up.

You are responsible for continuing the investigation, and I will contact the police and other reliable forces to prepare for the closing of the net."

His voice was full of determination, like a soldier about to go to the battlefield.

Qin Yang patted Gordon on the shoulder and said, "Gordon, remember, justice may be late, but it will never be absent.

We will win.”

His palm fell forcefully on Gordon's shoulder, as if giving Gordon some support.

His eyes were full of encouragement, like a bright light, illuminating the hope in Gordon's heart.

In the secret planning room, Maroni and Qin Yang were having a secret conversation.

This secret planning room is located in a hidden corner underground in Gotham City, surrounded by a damp and decaying atmosphere.

The walls were made of rough concrete with some signs of water seepage, as if the walls were crying silently.

The floor was also concrete, uneven, with small puddles in the low spots, reflecting the dim light from the ceiling.

Maroni's eyes flickered, revealing greed and cunning.

His eyebrows were so thick that they looked like two caterpillars lying above his eyes.

He lowered his voice and said, "Qin Yang, I heard that you have great connections. This time when we rob Falcone's casino, you have to help me find a way out."

His voice was low and hoarse, like the hissing of a snake crawling in the dark.

He was wearing a gorgeous suit, but it looked a little wrinkled and the tie at the collar was tied crookedly, showing his unruly and casual attitude.

He wore several thick rings on his fingers, inlaid with various gemstones, which flickered strangely in the dim light.

Qin Yang smiled slightly, his eyes deep.

His smile was like a ray of mysterious light in the darkness, making it hard to understand.

"Maroni, you really are a person who cannot bear to be lonely.

However, Falcone's casino is heavily guarded, and forcing it in is not a good idea."

His gaze was like a bottomless lake, calm yet menacing. (End of this chapter)