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Barbara looked up, her movements slow and weak.

Her eyes were empty, like a body without a soul.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

Her voice was so faint that it was almost inaudible, like a gentle breeze.

The "Ogre" slowly approached Barbara, his footsteps were light and almost silent, like a cat quietly approaching its prey.

He spoke softly, but his voice was like the whisper of a devil, full of temptation.

"You'll soon find out, Barbara.

Together, let us make this world feel real pain."

Under the guidance of the "Ogre", Barbara gradually walked towards darkness. Her eyes went from empty to crazy, and her body began to tremble involuntarily, as if controlled by an evil force.

Her expression became distorted and she eventually committed an unforgivable crime.

Inside Wayne Manor, the lights are bright and a grand party is about to begin.

In the hall of Wayne Manor, the crystal chandelier emits a bright light, which is like countless shining stars.

The crystal pendants of the chandelier swayed gently with the flow of air, refracting colorful light and casting gorgeous light and shadows on the walls and floor.

There are exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls, depicting the history of Gotham City and the glory of the Wayne family.

The frames are all decorated with fine gold and ornate carvings, reflecting the owner's taste and wealth.

The floor is made of smooth marble, polished to the point where it reflects people's reflections.

Tall vases filled with bright flowers were placed around the hall, and the fragrance of the flowers filled the air, mixing with the smell of perfume and gourmet food.

Qin Yang said to Ah Fu in a serious tone.

There was no smile on Qin Yang's face, his eyes were focused and serious.

He was wearing a well-fitting black suit with simple and smooth lines that highlighted his tall figure.

His tie was tied tightly without a wrinkle.

"Alfred, you must ensure Bruce's safety at the Wayne Group's party tonight."

His voice was low and steady, yet it had an unquestionable power in this bustling hall.

Ah Fu nodded, his eyes as firm as a rock.

He was wearing a standard butler's uniform, his white shirt was spotless and his black tuxedo was so straight that it looked like it was made of steel.

His shoes were polished to a shine that reflected the lights in the hall.

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin Yang.

I will stay by the young master's side all the time."

His voice was full of confidence, like a loyal guard taking an oath.

Qin Yang pondered for a moment, his eyes drooping slightly, as if he was thinking about the chaos in Gotham City.

"The situation in Gotham is becoming increasingly complicated, with corrupt officials, greedy capitalists, and true heroes often misunderstood.

Bruce is the future of this city and we cannot allow him to come to any harm."

There was a hint of worry in his voice, as if he was worried about the uncertainty of the future.

Ah Fu sighed with emotion, and his gaze became somewhat distant.

“Yes, although the young master is young, he has courage and wisdom beyond his age.

I believe he can change the fate of Gotham."

An expression of reverence and pride appeared on his face, as if he had seen the day when Bruce changed Gotham.

Qin Yang smiled, and that smile was like a ray of light in the darkness.

“I believe him, too.

But before that, we have to clear all obstacles for him."

His eyes were full of determination, like a fearless warrior facing a powerful enemy.

——In the police station, people come and go in a hurry.

Documents rustled on the desk and the printer spit out paper.

The investigators sat around the conference table, carefully studying each piece of evidence, with tired but relieved looks on their faces.

The debate was tense and fierce, with both sides speaking back and forth.

Gordon walked out of the police station. He stood on the steps of the police station and took a deep breath of the air of freedom.

The air was mixed with the smell of the city, the smell of car exhaust, and the aroma of street snacks.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. Although the sky was a little gloomy, it seemed extremely vast in his eyes.

"The truth will always come to light, and I will never give up the pursuit of justice."

His voice was full of determination, as if he was declaring his belief to the entire Gotham City.

At this time, Qin Yang appeared behind him.

Qin Yang's footsteps were light, like a breeze passing by.

He walked behind Gordon and patted Gordon on the shoulder.

“Well done, Gordon.

I know you can do it.”

There was a faint smile on his face, which contained admiration for Gordon and satisfaction for the ultimate victory of justice.

Gordon turned his head, his gratitude evident in his words.

There was a sincere light shining in his eyes, which was like two bright little stars in the night.

His hair was a little messy due to the night breeze, with a few strands sticking to his forehead, but it did not affect his grateful expression at all.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he had thousands of words to say.

"Qin Yang, thank you for your help all the time.

Without you, I would have collapsed a long time ago."

His voice was a little hoarse, a mark left by long-term tension and pressure.

Every word was filled with gratitude from the bottom of his heart, as if these words had been suppressed in his heart for a long time and were finally released at this moment.

Qin Yang shook his head, his movements slow and steady.

His hair was combed neatly back, revealing his smooth forehead, which glowed faintly in the faint moonlight.

His eyes were deep and calm, like a tranquil lake, hiding endless wisdom.

The strong lines of his face outline a cold beauty in the darkness.

“We are friends, and friends should support each other.

However, now is not the time to relax, Maroni's action is about to begin and we have to be prepared."

His voice was low and firm, like a bell in the darkness, ringing the prelude to battle.

With his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, the hem of his windbreaker sways gently in the wind. His posture is both chic and mysterious.

Gordon's eyes were firm, like a burning flame, hot and powerful.

He straightened his back, like a tall pine tree, tough and unyielding.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he had put all his determination into this one clench.

"I will. I will never let anyone hurt this city again this time."

His words were powerful and echoed in the silent night sky, as if they were a solemn oath to Gotham City.

In the night, the streets and alleys of Gotham City are filled with a tense atmosphere.

The darkness was like thick ink, completely staining every street and every corner.

The streets were filled with a damp smell, a rancid smell emanating from the sewers, mixed with the cold night air, making people feel a kind of oppressive chill. (End of this chapter)