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

His hair fluttered gently in the night breeze, and a few strands brushed against his cheeks.

He stood straight, completely different from his nervous posture in the banquet hall before, as if he had put down the burden in his heart at this moment.

"Qin Yang, thank you for giving me a chance and letting me see hope."

His voice was full of gratitude, and every word seemed to flow from the bottom of his heart.

Qin Yang's hand fell on Stan's shoulder, a pat full of strength and encouragement.

His palm was thick and warm, gently patting Stan's shoulder, conveying a sense of trust and support.

His eyes were full of kindness and relief, as if he was looking at a partner who had gone through a difficult journey together.

“It is through our joint efforts that justice can be served.

Remember, you are more powerful than you think."

His voice was steady and powerful, like the sound of a bell in the night sky, echoing in Stan's heart.

The two smiled at each other, turned and walked into the night. Their steps were light and firm, as if they had found their direction in the darkness.

Their figures gradually blended into the night, leaving only a series of faint footsteps echoing in the silent night.

In the dim bar filled with smoke, Qin Yang, dressed in casual clothes, sat at a table in the corner, seemingly casually observing everything around him.

The bar was filled with a strong mixture of cigarettes and alcohol, which was pungent but also had a unique atmosphere.

The smoke in the air was like a veil, covering the entire bar in a hazy atmosphere.

The lights were dim and ambiguous, and the colorful lights scattered in the smoke, giving everything in the bar a dreamy color.

The walls of the bar are covered with posters and graffiti of various rock bands. The posters are already a bit worn and the edges are curled, and the colors of the graffiti have become a bit dim due to the erosion of time.

There are some wooden tables and chairs in the bar. The surfaces of the tables and chairs are badly worn, with many scratches and stains on them, as if telling the countless stories that have happened here.

Qin Yang was wearing a simple casual outfit, a dark casual shirt. The fabric of the shirt was soft and comfortable, and the collar was slightly open, revealing a small piece of his strong chest.

He was wearing a pair of black jeans with the cuffs slightly rolled up, looking very casual.

He sat at a table in the corner, leaning back slightly in his chair, his legs spread naturally apart, one hand casually resting on the table and the other on the armrest of the chair.

His eyes seemed to be scanning the bar casually, but in fact, he did not miss any corner. His gaze was sharp and calm, as if he was looking for some prey.

Falcone, the boss of the Gotham City gang, walked in slowly and went straight towards Qin Yang.

Falconet's figure appeared at the door of the bar, and his appearance seemed to make the atmosphere in the entire bar more solemn.

He was wearing an expensive suit. The color of the suit was deep black, and the fabric shone with a low-key and luxurious luster under the light.

His pace was slow and steady, and every step seemed to be well thought out, like a lion patrolling his territory.

There was a stern expression on his face and an unquestionable majesty in his eyes.

Following behind him were two burly bodyguards who were wearing black suits. Their muscles bulged under their clothes and they looked very strong.

Their eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, as if guarding against any possible danger. Falcone walked straight towards Qin Yang, his eyes fixed on Qin Yang without the slightest deviation.

Falcone's voice sounded like dull thunder in the smoky bar.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been rolling in his throat for a long time before it came out.

Every word was full of power and deterrence, as if as long as he opened his mouth, everything around him would obey his orders.

“I heard that you are a capable person, Qin Yang.

My informant told me that you are interesting.”

His eyes were fixed on Qin Yang, full of scrutiny and curiosity.

Qin Yang sat on the slightly worn wooden chair in the bar, his body slightly leaning forward, but his back still remained straight, which was a reflection of his usual confidence and composure.

He raised his head slowly, his movements neither hurried nor slow, as if everything around him was under his control.

A faint smile appeared on his face, that smile was like the faint stars twinkling in the night sky, not dazzling but full of mysterious attraction.

His lips were slightly raised, and the curve of the corners of his mouth was just right, showing his politeness and affinity, while also revealing an imperceptible cunning.

There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, which was like a pearl at the bottom of a deep lake, bright and mysterious.

Under the dim lights of the bar, his eyes were like two bright stars, with the blurry light and shadows in the bar reflected in his pupils. Every subtle change seemed to be telling of his innermost thoughts.

The light contained not only wisdom, but also an insight into the current situation, as if he had seen through Falconet's intentions, but was waiting calmly for the other party's further explanation.

“Mr. Falcone, you are so famous, and it is an honor for me to have your favor.

However, I am more curious about why you are looking for me. His voice was soft but firm, like a trickle of water flowing between the cracks of the stone. Every word was clearly spread in the noisy environment of the bar, with an unquestionable aura.

Falconet walked slowly towards the chair opposite Qin Yang with his steady and majestic steps.

His leather shoes made slight sounds on the wooden floor of the bar, and every step was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, making the air around him seem to vibrate.

The expensive suit he was wearing swayed gently with his movements. The lines of the suit were smooth and natural, fitting his figure perfectly, like a second skin.

He gently pulled the chair out, and it made a low friction sound on the ground, and then he slowly sat down, the movement was like a king sitting on his throne.

Falconet raised his hand slightly. His hand was broad and thick, with a huge ring on his finger. The gem inlaid on the ring sparkled mysteriously under the dim light.

He made a simple gesture to the waiter, which was concise and clear, and the waiter immediately understood.

“The waters in Gotham are becoming increasingly muddy, and some of our ‘friends’ are starting to get restless.

I need a smart guy to help me clean up the mess."

Falconet's voice was low and hoarse, like the dull sound of an old bell, echoing in the bar.

There was a coldness in his eyes, like an icy lake in winter, with endless coldness and depth hidden beneath the calm surface.

Qin Yang reached out and picked up the wine glass on the table. His fingers were long and strong, tightly holding the handle of the wine glass. (End of this chapter)