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

"Surpassing Maroni? That's not something you can do with empty words."

His eyes were full of doubt. He didn't believe that the person on the other end of the mysterious phone could easily achieve this seemingly impossible goal.

Qin Yang: "Of course, I have my own way.

But first, you need an opportunity, an opportunity that will force Maroni to take you seriously."

His voice was steady and confident, as if he had already planned a path for the Penguin to the pinnacle of power.

Qin Yang's secret room Qin Yang's secret room is located in a very secret place in Gotham City, as if it is an independent little world in this dark city.

The entrance to the secret room is hidden behind a wall that looks ordinary but is actually full of traps.

The wall was built of huge stones, the surface of which was covered with traces of erosion over the years. Moss grew tenaciously between the cracks in the stones, spreading a mottled green.

At the edge of the wall, spider webs hung in layers like fine lace curtains. Occasionally, a small spider would busily shuttle back and forth on the web, as if guarding this secret entrance.

There is an old and mysterious atmosphere inside the secret room.

The ceiling is supported by thick wooden beams, which are engraved with various ancient symbols and marks. These are special marks left by Qin Yang himself, and each one represents a major plan or event.

The surrounding walls are paneled with dark wooden boards with complex textures, like a natural abstract painting.

There was an oil lamp hung at regular intervals on the wall. The wick burned quietly inside the glass cover, emitting a faint but steady light. The dim light cast swaying shadows on the wall, like ghosts dancing.

Qin Yang sat alone at the table, which was made of a single huge piece of ebony.

The table top is wide and flat, but the years have left countless scratches and dents on it, as if recording every intense planning moment Qin Yang has spent here.

The table was filled with various items, including papers covered with dense handwriting. The edges of the papers were curled, showing signs of being repeatedly flipped through.

There are also some small and exquisite tools, such as magnifying glasses, special pens, etc. These tools flash the unique cold light of metal under the light.

Qin Yang reviewed every detail of the entire plan.

His eyes were focused and deep, as if he could see through everything in front of him, seeing every step in the plan and the movements of every character.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic clicking sound. The sound echoed in the silent room, like a metronome of his thinking.

Qin Yang said to himself: “This mission not only earned me high praise, but more importantly, I established a strong ally while ensuring my own safety.

In Gotham, there are only eternal interests, no eternal enemies. "

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been suppressed for a long time in this enclosed space.

Every word is filled with his profound understanding of the unique rules of survival in the city of Gotham.

His hair was a little messy, with a few strands falling in front of his forehead, but it did not affect his cold and wise temperament at all.

The screen gradually darkened, and Qin Yang's figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the carefully drawn Gotham power map on the table.

The map was drawn with the finest brushstrokes. The paper was thick and the lines were intricate, like a giant spider web. Different colors of ink were used to mark the scope of each power in Gotham City. The location of the Wayne Group was marked with a deep blue, which was as rich as the deep water of Gotham Harbor. The Maroni family's sphere of influence was a glaring red, just like their cruel and bloody style of doing things. There were also other small forces, each with its own color.

Every mark and every boundary line on the power map is like a microcosm of the dark ecology of Gotham City, showing the complex pattern of power and interests intertwined in this city.

As night falls, in a corner of a bustling city, a brightly lit charity banquet hall is filled with celebrities and laughter.

The banquet hall is located in a magnificent building in the center of Gotham City's most prosperous commercial district.

The exterior of the building is in typical Gotham style, with tall stone pillars supporting a magnificent porch. The reliefs above the porch are lifelike, depicting the historical legends and heroic deeds of Gotham City.

However, these reliefs appear somewhat eerie under the lights of the night, as if those heroes are also shrouded in the darkness of the city.

Walking into the banquet hall, a huge crystal chandelier hangs in the center of the ceiling like falling stars.

Countless crystal pendants on the chandelier sparkled with colorful lights under the light. Those lights were like elves jumping, sprinkling in every corner of the banquet hall.

The floor of the banquet hall is paved with smooth marble. The texture of the marble is like a natural ink painting, and each piece of marble is polished to reflect a person's reflection.

The banquet hall was filled with round tables covered with white tablecloths and decorated with exquisite silver tableware and crystal wine glasses.

The wine glasses refract charming light under the lights and make crisp clinking sounds when they collide with the tableware, like an elegant symphony.

The chair is covered with expensive velvet, soft and comfortable, and sitting on it feels like being gently wrapped.

On one side of the banquet hall, there is a small stage with a black piano on it. The paint on the piano is as bright as a mirror, and the keys shine like ivory under the light.

The background of the stage is a huge night scene of Gotham City, which is painted with the most delicate oil painting technique. The city’s lights, tall buildings and dark corners are all perfectly presented.

However, behind this glamour, a crisis is quietly brewing.

In a corner of the banquet, a thin middle-aged man with complex emotions in his eyes, Stan Potowski, was nervously fiddling with a small suitcase in his hand. Hidden in the suitcase was the "Viper" potion he developed personally.

Stan looked a little thin. He was wearing a slightly old suit whose color had faded, revealing his poor life.

His hair was sparse and messy, with a few strands of white hair mixed in, like traces left by the pressure of life.

There were deep wrinkles on his face, which were carved like ravines, and each one seemed to tell of his pain and helplessness.

His eyes revealed a complex emotion, including anger and resentment, as well as a hint of hesitation and fear.

He fiddled nervously with the suitcase in his hands, his fingers rubbing over the buckle.

The suitcase was made of black leather, the surface of the leather was a little worn, and there were some small cracks at the corners.

The box buckle is made of metal and flashes a faint cold light under the light.

He looked up from time to time, his eyes full of vigilance, like a frightened rabbit on guard against the dangers around him. (End of this chapter)