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

His body stood straighter, like a tall pine tree, full of indomitable strength.

"But I can't just watch innocent people suffer! I have to do something!" His voice rose a few degrees, filled with urgency and excitement, and echoed in the study.

At this time, Qin Yang pushed the door open and walked in with a serious expression.

The door of the study is a heavy wooden door with exquisite patterns carved on it. Those patterns echo the patterns on the bookshelf, showing the taste and heritage of the Wayne family.

Qin Yang gently pushed open the door, and the door hinges made a slight creaking sound, as if telling of its antiquity and vicissitudes.

Qin Yang stood at the door, his figure outlined by the light outside the door, his expression serious and solemn.

There was a firmness and determination in his eyes, as if he came with an important mission.

His hair was neatly combed back, revealing his smooth and broad forehead.

He was wearing a dark suit with simple and smooth lines that highlighted his tall figure.

Qin Yang strode into the study. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to strike a firm note on the floor.

His eyes were fixed on Bruce and Alfred, with an unquestionable firmness in his eyes.

"Bruce, Alfred is right.

But believe me, we are already taking action.

I am dismantling those dark forces from within, including any corruption that the Wayne Group may be involved in."

Qin Yang's voice was clear and powerful, and every word was like a bullet, hitting the target accurately.

Bruce's eyes widened, his eyes full of surprise and curiosity.

His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but was at a loss for words.

His expression changed from anger and excitement to one of confusion and anticipation.

"You? How did you do it?" There was a tone of surprise in his voice, and every word was like a question mark.

A confident smile appeared on Qin Yang's face again. That smile was like the dawn, dispelling the doubts in Bruce's heart.

His lips were slightly raised, and the curve of his mouth was full of confident charm.

There was a confident light in his eyes, which seemed to tell Bruce that everything was under his control.

“I have my own way.

And, Bruce, you will be the key to changing Gotham in the future.

Now, you need to learn and grow, and wait for the right time.”

Qin Yang's voice was gentle yet firm, like a mentor teaching his students.

Alfred nodded gently, his head movement graceful and natural.

His eyes were full of recognition and admiration for Qin Yang, as if he was saying that Qin Yang had expressed what he was thinking.

“Qin Yang is right, Bruce.

Your future is full of possibilities, but right now, you need patience and wisdom.”

Alfred's voice was steady and gentle, like a gentle spring breeze blowing into Bruce's heart.

The Penguin leaned weakly on the cold iron railings, his eyes empty and dejected, and the whole world had lost its color.

The cell phone had long been taken away by the prison guards, and contact with the outside world was completely cut off.

At this moment, he could only be trapped in this dark and damp Gotham Police Station cell with Gabe, who was in the same predicament.

Time stopped here. The whole day and night of imprisonment made the Penguin Man suffer unprecedented torture both physically and mentally.

He tried numerous times to remember how he had ended up in this situation, but his mind was only a mess and blur.

"penguin."

A deep and powerful voice broke the silence of the cell. Penguin raised his head suddenly and saw Maroni standing outside the cell door, looking at him seriously. Penguin was suddenly filled with an inexplicable excitement. He hurriedly got up from the ground and tried his best to make his voice sound more respectful and enthusiastic.

"Mr. Maroni, you are here."

Maroni slowly approached, glanced at the Penguin, and then suddenly waved his hand to drive away some unpleasant smell.

"Why do you stink?"

The Penguin suddenly laughed awkwardly, shrugged helplessly, and explained, "I'm sorry, sir.

From yesterday morning till now, I can only wipe it with this wet wipe on my body. "

“Wet wipes?
What you usually bring is not dry..."

Maroni suddenly stopped talking here. He seemed to realize something and quickly changed the subject: "Do you know why you are locked up here?"

Penguin's heart tightened, and he answered cautiously: "I don't know, sir."

Maroni's expression suddenly became serious. He stared into the Penguin's eyes and said word by word, "It's my intention to lock you up here."

The Penguin was stunned. He couldn't believe his ears.

He raised his head and asked in a trembling voice: "Why, sir?"

Maroni sneered and asked the Penguin: "Do you know what arrogance is?"

The Penguin shook his head, with an ominous feeling in his heart.

Maroni didn't wait for an answer and explained, "Arrogance means that a cripple who is not very important thinks he is a big shot."

The Penguin's face turned pale instantly. He felt that Maroni's words were like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.

He remained calm, but his voice inevitably trembled: "Sir, I..."

Maroni ignored the defense and spoke in a harsher tone: "You stupid servant, you actually raised the tax without asking me."

The Penguin's expression became even uglier, and he felt sweat starting to form on his forehead.

Recalling the tax increase, he tried to find some room for defense.

But Maroni didn't give him the chance, and continued: "And you're raising taxes on fishermen?
I risk my life in the ocean to fish for us, and you dare to collect taxes without asking me."

The Penguin lowered his head and felt his heart beating faster and faster, about to jump out of his chest.

I really did something wrong this time, and it was a very big mistake.

Maroni walked up to him and slapped his face gently with his hands: “This is arrogance, my friend.

You think you can make decisions for me, you think you can control everything."

The Penguin felt a surge of humiliation and anger in his heart, but he didn't dare to lose his temper.

He could only silently endure Maroni's humiliation and accusations.

Maroni looked at him, a complicated look in his eyes.

He sighed and said, “You know what?
I originally wanted to train you to be a useful person.

But I am very disappointed with you now.”

The Penguin raised his head and looked at Maroni with pleading eyes: “Sir, I was wrong.

I was really wrong.

Please give me a chance, I will definitely correct it. "

Maroni looked at him and was silent for a moment.

Then, he said slowly: "Okay, I'll give you a chance. (End of this chapter)