Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

"This is outrageous! What kind of audacious thing is this? A virtual product, a fictional character trying to piggyback on my great underworld leader's fame?"

"Find out which company made this Ultraman series. Have someone cut off a horse's head and put it next to the company boss's bed tonight. I want him to wake up tomorrow morning terrified and experience what it means to receive a gift and blessing from Oswald!"

"What? You mean Wayne Group? They're already preparing to make a move? You... make a move my ass! Get back here right now! Do you want me to die even faster? Don't you have any common sense? Do you think you can take action against a company like that?"

"Tonight I scared that stupid Bruce Wayne who's never even seen a knife before. Tomorrow all my businesses will plummet, and that son of a bitch Batman will come after me tonight, strip me naked and hang me upside down on the door. Then all the news will be full of my pictures!"

"Why didn't you say so sooner? Why didn't you say so sooner? Get out of here, you're such bad luck! Go to the finance department and collect three more months' salary. You're fired. Seriously, why didn't you say so sooner!"

Is that someone we should mess with?

Everyone in Gotham with a brain knows that besides the Wayne Enterprises, the true king of Gotham, who else has the resources to supply Batman with his vehicles and armor, as well as his countless information channels?

Of course, the only people in Gotham with brains besides Batman are the great Oswald.

Hmph, is there anyone else who can see through the relationship between the Wayne Enterprises and Batman? No one, only him! Only he, the Penguin, is the smartest and wisest man to see through Batman's foolishness!

Even those foolish Joker and Bane, in terms of their investigation and familiarity with Batman, must have long been far surpassed by the great Penguin, left far behind and invisible!

This is his secret.

If he ever gets cornered by that bastard Batman, he'll sneak into the sewers to escape, then enter Wayne Manor from there and kidnap that naive and clueless Bruce Wayne.

He was protected by his parents when he was young, and then he got lucky and was noticed by Batman and formed a cooperative relationship. He must have always been well protected by Batman, and he doesn't seem like a Gothamite at all.

Hmph, what's so great about this silly kid that he can be noticed by that bastard Batman? If he wants to cooperate, Oswald is also very rich, so they can talk to each other. What makes him inferior to Bruce Wayne?

"boom!"

Oswald grew angrier the more he thought about it. He gulped down a whole bottle of delicious old wine in one go, then smashed the bottle on the ground, shattering it into pieces, venting his resentment.

"Batman, you blind bastard!"

"You, hiccup, you just wait and see!"

"When you see my great Penguin grow bigger and stronger, and how I bring Wayne Enterprises down from its pedestal, then I'll be the richest person in all of Gotham. I'll make you beg me to abandon that little bastard Bruce Wayne and beg me to become your new partner. Hehehe, hehehe, hiccup!"

Oswald chuckled drunkenly, glanced disapprovingly at the Ultraman DVDs containing the latest episodes that his men had brought over, and snorted coldly.

"I want to see what kind of wasteful things that little idiot Bruce Wayne has come up with this time!"

I'll take a quick look at it, and the next time that bastard Batman comes knocking on my door, I'll use this to mock his gaze.

The thought of Batman stammering and not daring to answer when faced with his accusations made Oswald chuckle again, his mood instantly brightening, completely forgetting his usual behavior of not daring to speak properly in front of Batman.

Dengdengdeng.

Ultraman Operation Number One!

Oswald opened another bottle of wine, devoid of any elegance or sophistication, ready to critically examine this noisy and utterly useless TV series from the very beginning.

Ultraman? What rubbish! How could it possibly be as good as the TV series and movies broadcast by Oswald's companies? Kill them!

……

"Mr. Oswald? Mr. Oswald?"

"Ah, oh? Yeah, I'm listening, I'm listening, but I just got out today, I'm exhausted, okay? What, you're saying your deal with me should have been completed when I went in, but because I got arrested it was delayed until now and you've already lost a lot? Bullshit, then go face Batman!"

"I already said I'm tired, but you keep arguing. What's the point of arguing? I'm not talking anymore, I'm going to sleep now. We can talk about it tomorrow... no, the day after tomorrow. Bye!"

How annoying!

Oswald grumbled and hung up the phone. This was the seventeenth call he'd received today. Couldn't a man watch Ultraman in peace?

Work, trading, trading—aside from these, is there any other meaning or leisure time in life?

Despicable!

In his view, those people were deliberately putting pressure on him and increasing the intensity of his work, trying to drive his great Penguin man crazy with the frequency of his work so that they could take the opportunity to swallow up his huge businesses!

Hmph, luckily I'm smart enough to see through these tricks from the very beginning.

As he pondered this, Oswald chuckled again, pressed play, and resumed Ultraman, whose story had been interrupted by an incoming phone call, continuing to giggle foolishly.

He chuckled to himself, fantasizing that he was one with an injured Ultraman who had fallen to Earth, and that he would use that power to easily crush that old bastard Batman who had always seemed to have it all figured out. Seeing his astonished expression, he would laugh heartily and declare himself the new king of the night.

That was awesome!

But as he thought about it, Oswald was jolted awake again. Although he tried his best to avoid thinking about it, he was still unconsciously forced to conjure up very unpleasant images in his mind.

It's like when you're about to beat up Batman, Ultraman, who is one with you, is suddenly seduced by Batman's charm and transfers to that old bastard, cooperating with Batman to beat you up, and then abandoning you, the poor penguin, and throwing you into the police station.

No, I don't really want to think about it anymore; the latter development seems more likely.

Have the great penguin lost his confidence and imagination? He doesn't even dare to fantasize about beating up the old bat anymore.

Oswald choked up slightly. Who could understand the suffering and psychological trauma he had endured from being beaten over the past two years?

"Batman, you son of a bitch, you have no conscience, you're utterly depraved, I'll fuck you to death! All you do is target me all day long!"

Oswald was furious and reached into the bag of potato chips next to him, only to find that he had grabbed nothing.

"Ok?"

Oswald paused, turned his head, and vaguely saw at least seven or eight wine cans scattered on the ground, as well as at least dozens of snack bags carelessly thrown on the ground, all of which were empty and had been eaten.

Oswald was momentarily dazed, feeling as if it had gotten dark in the blink of an eye.

Seriously, is my watch malfunctioning? How come it's already 8 PM? Something's not right. Who stole my time?

He was just released from prison at eight in the morning, so where did he go all day? Who stole his time?

Oswald stared blankly at the television screen, at the scene that hadn't stopped except for seventeen brief phone calls. Many episodes had already passed. Although it was his first time watching it, and he had watched so many in one go, every episode he had seen was so wonderful that he couldn't forget it.

No, what about critical observation? I clearly came here to observe critically, so how come all that's left is observation?

"Oh... I get it!"

Oswald slapped his thigh. That damned Wayne Enterprises must have been instructed by the evil Batman to specifically target his viewing preferences and create this series just to make him lose his ambition!

"The inherently evil Batman and Wayne!"

Sigh, what a pity.

To target Batman with such enormous manpower and resources, and to go to such lengths to study his preferences, is something that other supervillains would do. Would they be able to garner such attention and targeting from Batman?

Bane and the Joker were just useless later on, no match for me at all!

"However... Hmph!"

Oswald snorted coldly. Did they really think that mere sugar-coated bullets could erode the great will of the Penguin?

"It's just the Ultraman series, I'll just stop watching it!"

Click!

—Click.

It took a lot of willpower to press the pause button, but I accidentally pressed play again.

"..."

Silence is the dominant tone tonight.

Oswald took a deep breath and muttered, "Eat the sugar coating, fire the cannonball back, eat the sugar coating, fire the cannonball back... I'm not corrupted, I'm just playing along. Yes, the evil old devil and the little devil want to trick me, so I'll reluctantly cooperate and exploit the information gap."

"That's right, that's all. Nothing else is superfluous!"

"The point is to make Batman and Wayne think their plan has succeeded so they won't continue targeting me. I deliberately set a trap for them, that's exactly it!"

Ultraman, give me a pause!

Oswald struggled to his feet, picked up his weapon umbrella, glanced back at the paused screen before leaving, gritted his teeth, and finally made it out.

"Boss."

The underlings and driver waiting outside immediately opened the car door to make it easier for their boss to get in. They were extremely respectful, their faces filled with admiration for the penguin man.

On the very day he was released from prison, he locked himself in a secret base and spent the entire day deep in thought. He must have been thinking about how to defeat Batman and how to further expand and strengthen his business.

As expected of the leader, he's incredibly disciplined and powerful!

With a boss like that, what's there to say? Just be loyal and work hard to improve yourself!

loyalty!

"Boss, where are we going? Are we going to connect with the new intermediary on the out-of-town side, or are we planning to stage a bombing to neutralize that troublesome councilor?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Drive to Wayne Corporation. I need to have a serious talk with Lucius on their board of directors."

"So you've finally decided to take down the most despicable Wayne Corporation? Wow, that's some guts!"

"Let's discuss investing in Ultraman filming and IP development!"

"--ha?!"

……

Speechless. This is a classic case of Ultraman being brainwashed.

Seeing Oswald turn into this comical state, Bruce, who had been secretly following him since his release from prison, even watching Ultraman with him and observing his silly antics, finally ended his daily stalking routine and slipped back to the Batcave.

Fortunately, he's been quite free lately, with all the supervillains away, so he had time to spend the whole day with the Penguin.

If this were any other time, the Penguin being released from prison? That would be no big deal, not even worth a second glance.

Of all those supervillains, Oswald was always the easiest to deal with, and the trouble he caused was always the smallest.

This guy is easy to understand. He just wants to make money and become a bigger boss, so he won't bring down Gotham. He's also the first choice for cooperation when necessary. Compared to Riddler or Two-Face, he's definitely much better.

Of all the major villains here, Oswald is the most human, and the only normal one.

Moreover, this guy usually has a bit of a sense of humor.

However, is cooperation only possible when absolutely necessary?

"Alfred, tell Lucius to reject all of Oswald's requests for cooperation with the Ultraman series."

Go wash up and go to bed, kid.

"Yes, sir."

Alfred, seeing that the penguin hadn't suffered any further injuries despite being out all day because of the peace, laughed heartily and immediately joined in the persecution of the poor little penguin.

Sigh, Wayne Enterprises' powerful hand suppresses those who rise from the bottom, isolated and powerless. Gotham is too dark.

Alfred sighed and went to hand over the reins to Lucius.