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

The wine glass was made of transparent glass with some subtle patterns on the wall, which flickered faintly under the refraction of the light.

The wine in the glass appeared a deep red under the light, like blood.

He gently brought the glass to his lips, opened his lips slightly, and took a sip of the wine.

The wine slid across the tip of his tongue and flowed into his throat. He frowned slightly, as if savoring the taste of the wine.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about Falconet's words, and his eyes revealed a thoughtful look.

"Cleaning up the house? It sounds like a big project.

However, I have always liked a challenge.

But what good is it for me? " Qin Yang's voice was slow and steady, and every word seemed to be uttered after careful consideration.

After putting down his glass, his eyes returned to Falcone, with a scrutinizing look in them, as if he was weighing the pros and cons behind this proposal.

The corners of Falconet's mouth slowly rose, and that smile was like a flower quietly blooming in the darkness, full of mystery and danger.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a row of white and neat teeth, which flashed a faint white light in the dim light.

There was a deep cunning in his eyes, like a shrewd fox looking at the prey in the trap he had set.

"Benefits? In Gotham, power is the greatest benefit.

If you help me consolidate my position, I will naturally give you a share of the profits.

Also, I heard that you are interested in the 'Viper' potion?" There was a seductive tone in his voice, and every word was like a bait on a fishhook, exuding a tempting scent.

Qin Yang's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard the word "venomous snake" potion. At that moment, a hint of surprise and vigilance flashed in his eyes.

His pupils dilated slightly as if stimulated, and the light in his eyes flickered for a moment.

But he quickly controlled his emotions, and the fluctuation in his eyes was like a ripple on a calm lake, fleeting.

Qin Yang took a deep breath and regained his composure. His eyes became calm and deep again, as if the panic he had felt before had never appeared.

"Oh? You knew that, too? It seems news spreads fast."

His voice was still steady, but with a hint of teasing, trying to hide his true thoughts deep in his heart.

Falconet nodded gently, his head moving slowly and steadily, like the hands of an ancient clock.

His eyes became deeper, like a black hole in the universe, seeming to suck in everything around him.

His eyes were fixed on Qin Yang, as if he wanted to penetrate Qin Yang's soul and see his truest thoughts.

“Not only did I know that, I also knew the chaos it could cause.

If you can help me solve my internal problems and find a way to control the Viper, I will give you everything you want."

There was an unquestionable firmness in Falcone's voice, and every word sounded like a vow made of steel.

Qin Yang lowered his head slightly, then slowly raised it again, with a firm determination in his eyes.

The movement of his head up and down was simple and powerful, as if he was making a solemn promise.

His eyes met Falconet's, and the two people's gazes collided in the air, creating an invisible spark, as if they had reached a silent understanding at this moment.

"make a deal.

But I need time, and I need freedom of movement."

Qin Yang's voice was clear and decisive, like a military order issued on the battlefield.

Falconet suddenly burst into laughter, and the sound resounded in the bar like thunder, shaking the air around him. His body swayed slightly with the laughter, and his shoulders kept rising and falling.

He stretched out his hand and patted Qin Yang's shoulder heavily, with a pat of strength and trust.

His palm was thick and broad, and made a dull sound when it hit Qin Yang's shoulder.

"Freedom? In Gotham, only the strong can talk about freedom.

But I am optimistic about you, Qin Yang.

Go ahead and prove it to me."

His voice was full of heroism and domineering, as if he was issuing a challenge to Qin Yang.

-

In the study of Wayne Manor, Bruce looked indignant, while Alfred patiently persuaded him.

The study in Wayne Manor is filled with an ancient and solemn atmosphere.

The walls are surrounded by tall bookshelves made of dark mahogany. The wood grain is clearly visible, and each texture looks like a mark left by time.

The bookshelves are filled with all kinds of books, including ancient parchment scrolls and modern hardcover books with beautiful printing.

The covers of the books were of different colors, glowing faintly under the soft light of the study.

The edges of the bookshelf were carved with exquisite patterns. Those patterns were delicate and complex, with patterns of vines and emblems of ancient families.

Bruce stood in the middle of the study, his body shaking slightly with anger.

He was wearing a loose white shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined neck muscles.

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

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, like hard stones.

The veins on his arms bulged, like angry little snakes wriggling under his skin.

"Alfred, I can't sit idly by any longer! I have to expose those shady deals of the Wayne Group!" His voice was filled with anger and a sense of justice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a strong emotion.

Alfred stood aside, his posture upright and elegant, like a gentleman who had experienced countless storms but still maintained his demeanor.

He was wearing a neat butler's suit, which was black and the fabric looked of high quality without a single wrinkle.

The white shirt was tied with an exquisite bow tie, which was tied just right, like an elegant butterfly resting on the collar.

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

There was a kind smile on his face, which was as warm and gentle as the sun in winter.

His eyes were full of love and understanding for Bruce, like a father looking at his impulsive but justice-filled child.

“Master, I understand your anger and sense of justice.

But you are still young and your strength is not yet mature.

If you act now, you will only put yourself in danger."

His voice was gentle and steady, and every word was like a soft feather falling, trying to soothe the anger in Bruce's heart.

Bruce took a step forward, his steps firm and powerful, as if he was going to rush towards the enemy's position.

There was a fire of anger burning in his eyes, and that fire was about to devour his sanity. (End of this chapter)