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Chapter 328 After drinking Dwarf's Delight, No Longer a Little Guy

Almost every supervillain has his own unique code name.

As the saying goes, there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

The codenames of supervillains are usually perfect matches to their personalities, such as the Joker, Two-Face, and the Riddler.

Most supervillains don't care about this.

To some extent, code names are a symbol of a big shot.

Usually, only criminals with exceptional skills and high notoriety deserve to have their own unique nicknames.

If a supervillain doesn't even have a code name, what's the difference between him and those petty thugs on the street?

Bain:

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However, there are always exceptions.

Penguin is extremely disgusted with this nickname.

To him, the code name was like pointing at a fat man and calling him a fat pig, pointing at a short man and calling him a shorty, pointing at a mute and calling him a mute—it was like dancing on a minefield.

Someone once shouted this code name at the Penguin, and that very night the Penguin was filled with cement and thrown into the Gotham Sea to feed the fish.

Of course, some people can shout without any consequences.

For example, Batman has called him that countless times to his face, but Penguin has always been tolerant and never held it against him.

The main problem is that we can't beat them.

In addition, there are a group of companions including the Joker, Two-Face, the Riddler, and the Scarecrow.

Those guys were all lunatics. The penguin could only rage for a moment before finally having to endure it.

But what is Du Mu anyway?

How dare a mere Gotham police officer call him by his code name to his face?

That's incredibly audacious!

"If you can't hear me, then I'll say it again."

Ignoring the penguin-man's fiery glare, Du Mu called out, enunciating each word clearly: "Little penguin!"

He deliberately raised his voice, and the echo even reverberated in the empty hall.

It felt as if all the air in the Iceberg Club had been sucked away.

Everyone froze on the spot, even their breathing paused for a moment.

Everyone present knew that this codename was the Penguin's Achilles' heel.

Du Mu's move was undoubtedly a direct and blatant attack.

The penguin paused for two seconds, then his face turned red at a visible speed.

Warning warning!

"Ha—hahahahaha!"

The penguin-man, enraged, laughed coldly, his eyes narrowing into sinister slits as he stared intently at Du Mu: "It's been a long time since anyone dared to provoke me like this to my face. Do you think that just because you're wearing a police uniform, I won't dare to touch you?"

Du Mu laughed and said, "Then try moving one."

The penguin's smile froze on his face.

His expression gradually darkened.

"good!"

"good!"

"Good...fast gun!"

The Penguin originally planned to first establish his presence by saying a few nice words and setting the stage for his status as the underworld boss of Gotham.

Then, he ordered his men to chop Du Mu, that arrogant and ignorant fellow, into mincemeat and throw him into the fish's gills. This was a good opportunity to make an example of him and let other petty people see what happens when they offend him, the Penguin.

Before he could finish speaking, a golden Desert Eagle was pressed against his forehead, silencing him.

Du Mu gripped the golden Desert Eagle in one hand, a smirk on his face: "You actually dared to move, huh?"

The penguin's face froze on the spot.

Before Du Mu entered, his men thoroughly searched him to make sure he wasn't carrying any weapons.

Where did they pull that gun out from?

Moreover, the speed at which he drew the gun was so fast that he didn't even see the movement clearly; it was definitely not the skill of an ordinary person.

Seeing their boss being held at gunpoint, the surrounding henchmen were startled and immediately drew their pistols, all pointing them at Du Mu, but none of them dared to pull the trigger.

The Penguin, being the King of Gotham, maintained a calm demeanor despite having a gun pointed at his forehead.

He said coldly, "Du Mu, you'd better think this through. If you dare to fire a shot today, it will be tantamount to declaring war on the entire Penguin Gang. Even if something happens to me, the Penguin Gang will not let you off the hook."

"At that time, not only you, but everyone connected to you will be implicated and suffer full retaliation from the Penguin Gang."

Du Mu chuckled and said, "I'm an orphan, with no parents and no friends. I've been in Gotham for half a year, and everyone I know is in the Penguin Gang."

Penguin:

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Good grief, he's an invincible person who can't be locked onto.

The penguin's momentum immediately weakened by more than half.

Even so, he still didn't believe that Du Mu would actually dare to fire the gun.

He's the head of the Penguin Gang, a prominent figure in Gotham's underworld. How could a mere police officer like Du Mu dare to lay a hand on him so easily?

Besides, this is the Iceberg Club, his territory, and he has at least a hundred men under his command.

If Du Mu fired the gun, wouldn't he be afraid that he wouldn't be able to leave this gate?

Just then, a subordinate rushed into the Iceberg Club in a panic, shouting, "Mr. Cobert, something's happened! Our partner, Basso, was killed today!"

"It's said the killer was a Gotham City Police Department officer named Dumbo, who shot and killed Basso in front of his men!"

Penguin:

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The hall was silent for a full three seconds.

The penguin's sinister expression vanished instantly, replaced by an incredibly bright smile.

"Du Mu, what are you doing? I was just joking with you. We're old friends, how could I possibly lay a hand on you?"

As he spoke, he abruptly turned his head and shouted sternly at his men around him, "What are you all standing there for? Du Mu is one of us, put away your guns!"

The men looked at each other, hesitated, and then lowered their guns.

The penguin turned back and said cautiously to Du Mu, "Du Mu, let's talk this out. Put down the gun first. Violence won't solve anything."

In the past, this was usually something police officers said to criminals.

Penguin never dreamed that he would one day say such things to a police officer.

But he was genuinely scared.

The subordinates all said that Basso was killed by Du Mu with a single shot today, right in front of the other's men.

Basso is Black Mask's right-hand man and the second-in-command of the Masked Company. Penguin has dealt with him more than once and knows that he is a truly ruthless person.

The results of it?

He was shot dead by Du Mu, dying without any dignity.

The strong are afraid of the stubborn.

Police officers who dare not fire their guns and those who dare to fire their guns are completely different species.

Even if the penguins have wealth and power, they are still made of flesh and blood, and cannot escape the universal law that everyone is equal before the truth.

Upon learning that Du Mu was truly willing to pull the trigger, he immediately backed down.

He had worked so hard to build up such a large fortune, and he didn't want to die like Basso, without knowing why.

Du Mu did not lower his gun, but smiled and said, "I am a timid and introverted person, and I am afraid of crowded places. Have all your men leave."

The penguin's mouth twitched.

You stormed the Iceberg Club all by yourself, held a gun to my head, and even called him "Little Penguin" to my face. And you call yourself a coward and introvert?

If you're a coward, Gotham won't find many cowards!

With a gun pointed at his head, the Penguin dared not utter a single word of dissent and could only wave his hand to order all his men to retreat.

The door closed, leaving only Du Mu and the penguin man in the hall.

The penguin forced a friendly smile and humbled himself: "Is it okay now? Could you please move the gun barrel away? I'm allergic to bullets."

It is indeed an allergic reaction; once it enters the body, it can cause serious injury or even death on the spot.

Du Mu chuckled and said, "Little QQ, I still prefer your initial rebellious self. Why don't you go back to your old self?"

Penguin already knew that QQ meant penguin, but he didn't get angry at all this time.

Now Du Mu has both the power and the gun in his hands. Don't even mention calling him QQ; even if you send him a message on QQ, he'll have to smile and comply.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

The penguin man said with a forced smile, "Du Mu, oh no, Officer Du Mu, you're joking. I was a bit too emotional just now, and my attitude was indeed bad. I apologize to you."

Du Mu looked straight at him: "So how do you plan to make it up to me?"

"Huh?" The penguin was taken aback.

Du Mu's eyes widened: "What are you looking at? An apology doesn't require compensation?"

The penguin snapped out of his daze and nodded hurriedly, "I'll pay you back, of course I'll pay you back! What do you want?"

He just wants to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible, and he doesn't care about spending some money to avert disaster.

Du Mu casually replied, "My demands are not high; just give me a few billion US dollars."

The penguin's smile froze instantly, and he blurted out, "Why don't you just rob it?"

Du Mu replied matter-of-factly, "Aren't I just robbing them right now?"

Penguin:

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He said with a pained expression, "Where would I get that much money? I'm not Bruce Wayne. How about this, I'll give you five hundred thousand dollars, and we'll pretend this never happened, okay?"

Du Mu scoffed, "Only five hundred thousand US dollars? You're trying to fob me off like a beggar. I could easily squeeze more than that out of any rich man."

Penguin:

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Dude, have you forgotten you're a police officer?

Is it appropriate for you to say that?

Penguin gritted his teeth and held up two fingers: "Two million US dollars, Officer Du Mu, this is my sincere price."

Du Mu looked at him with disdain: "King of Gotham, my foot! You're so stingy. You probably can't even buy a few of Batman's darts with that little bit of money. No wonder you get beaten up by Batman every day. Do you even know why?"

The penguin instinctively asked, "Why?"

Du Mu bluntly stated, "Because you're unwilling to spend money. Batman's suit is full of high-tech gadgets, and even the cheapest accessories start at seven figures."

"Isn't it perfectly normal for someone who's a high-level pay-to-win player to crush a free-to-play player like you?"

Penguin's eyes lit up: "You mean the biggest difference between me and Batman is our equipment?"

"If I'm willing to spend money to get a good set of equipment, I can defeat Batman?"

He dreamed of defeating Batman, crushing him under his feet, taking a picture, and posting it to Batman's fan club so that he could say to any supervillain he encountered, "How did you know I defeated Batman?"

Just thinking about that scene is exciting.

"Oh no, you're overthinking it."

Du Mu shook his head decisively: "The biggest difference between you two is your height. You can't even reach Batman's knees when you jump, how could you possibly beat him?"

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The penguin's face turned blue.

Although he weighs nearly 80 kilograms, he is only 158.32 centimeters tall, which is about 160 centimeters. He always looks down on everyone else.

To this end, the penguins secretly invested a large sum of money to build a laboratory specifically for researching height increase.

After several years of effort and spending countless amounts of money, the results were still zero.

Height is a thorn in the side of penguins that they can never get rid of.

Upon hearing Du Mu bring this up to his face, Penguin could no longer contain his anger.

His eyes suddenly turned fierce, and his voice was forced out through clenched teeth: "You damn cop, you're simply too much..."

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Du Mu suddenly added, "However, I have a way to make you grow taller."

"Officer! Officer Du Mu! You have to help me!"

The penguin grabbed Du Mu's arm and cried out in tears.

Anyway, he had already kicked all his men out, leaving only the two of them in the hall. They didn't need to worry about being seen and affecting their image.

As for the dignity of the King of Gotham, that's nothing compared to growing taller.

He chuckled, flipped his right hand, and a bottle of green potion appeared out of thin air in his palm.

[Item: Dwarf's Elixir (Drinking it will make you grow 10 centimeters taller; a coveted item for many short villains)]

Du Mu explained, "This is 'Dwarf's Delight.' Drinking it will make you grow 10 centimeters taller, and it has no side effects."

The penguin was taken aback when it saw Du Mu's ability to conjure objects out of thin air.

But after hearing Du Mu's words, his breathing became rapid, and he quickly asked, "Are you sure? This stuff can really grow 10 centimeters?"

"Of course, after drinking Dwarf's Delight, you won't be short anymore."

Du Mu grinned, and even came up with a gag for the character GG.

The penguin stared intently at the dwarf, his eyes filled with longing.

If what Du Mu said is true, he would grow 10 centimeters taller after drinking it, which would make him 168.32 centimeters tall, approximately 170 centimeters, very close to 180 centimeters.

Becoming a 1.8-meter-tall person is the penguin's biggest dream in life.

Hope is now within reach.

The penguin instinctively reached out to grab it, but Du Mu lifted it above his head, and the penguin jumped several times but still couldn't reach it.

"What's the rush? When did I ever say I was going to give this to you?"

The penguin quickly said, "Then how can you give it to me? As long as it's real, you can name your price. As long as it's reasonable, I'm willing to agree to any conditions."

Seeing the penguin's eager look, Du Mu nodded in satisfaction and was about to speak.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Suddenly, a series of shattering sounds rang out, and all the lights overhead shattered.

The indoor light suddenly dimmed.

Bang!

The Iceberg Club's doors were slammed open by a figure, and Penguin's henchmen fell heavily to the ground, losing consciousness on the spot.

Then, a black figure walked in from outside the door, and a distinctive deep voice came through.

"Penguin, hand over the people you captured..."

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When the visitor saw the penguin grab Du Mu's arm, looking like he was about to cry, he was stunned.

This is not quite what he imagined.