Anti-hero of a certain comic

Iceberg Restaurant, second floor club.

Leo sat leisurely in his seat, opposite Cobot, the famous Penguin in Gotham's underground world.

There were fine wines and delicacies on the table, and a violinist was performing not far away to add to the fun. The melodious music flowing in the air made people feel comfortable.

It looked like a nice dinner with a pleasant atmosphere.

However, the content of the conversation between the two was not friendly.

"With all due respect, Mr. White, you may have just arrived in this city and are not yet familiar with its rules and order."

Penguin Cobot put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip.

The young man sitting opposite is a young rich man from Star City.

Leo White is said to have a deep family background and has considerable strength in both business and politics.

It is precisely because of this that Cobot is willing to accept this meeting.

Who knew that the other party would make an excessive request right after he opened his mouth.

"In Gotham, the police department and the mayor manage it during the day, and at night it's a world of gangsters and criminals."

Penguin picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, looking at Leo with a mocking look. He didn't understand where the other party had the courage to make such an unreasonable request.

"Crime and darkness are part of Gotham. Although the righteous detective is fighting against the gangs, all his efforts are destined to have no results."

"I understand what you are saying, Mr. Cobblet."

Leo put his hands on the armrests casually, leaving the Maroney family to Gordon to deal with, while Penguin had to deal with it himself.

He investigated this Gotham gangster and learned about his past events buried in the past.

The Penguin is a serious criminal who is good at forbearance and has a cunning personality.

Unlike other madmen and psychopaths in Gotham, he simply pursues power and status.

If the Joker is the embodiment of chaos, seeking to dissect the dark side of human nature, then the Penguin can be said to be on the side of order.

Instead of forming a gang and gathering thugs, he relied on the wealth and connections of the Cobot family to build the Iceberg Restaurant.

Then use your business acumen and cunning nature to engage in gang money laundering and financial fraud to accumulate strength.

This is one of the reasons why Leo believes that he can reach a consensus with the other party.

It's impossible to communicate normally with a madman, but Penguin is not a madman.

To be more precise, he is a speculator similar to a Wall Street banker.

He likes order and stability, and is good at finding loopholes in the rules. He is also cold and selfish, without any mercy.

"Gotham in the dark belongs to big men like you, but things are changing, aren't they? A bat vigilante appears, and a justice detective also appears."

Leo shrugged. There are three forces in Gotham's underground world.

Black Mask was attacked by Batman, the Maroni family was arrested by Gordon, and the Penguin had the least territory and the fewest thugs, but the most powerful one.

"I think it's time for Gotham to change. At least it needs to calm down for a while. That's why I came to you, Mr. Cobot."

"You want me to close Iceberg Restaurant and hide in my house like a scared coward because a bat monster recently appeared in Gotham?"

Penguin Cobot sneered, thinking Leo was joking.

Even though Gordon led the police team to crack down on the gang, the other party couldn't get the evidence, so they couldn't touch him.

As for Batman?

Penguin doesn't think he'll be scared by a masked weirdo dressed as a bat.

"No, because this is my personal request."

A smile appeared on Leo's face, his upper body leaned back slightly, and he leaned comfortably on the seat.

He can complete his mission by cleaning up the underworld forces in Gotham and drawing out the Shadow Warriors Alliance who are preparing to cause trouble.

As for Batman and his various fans falling in love and killing each other in the future, those are not within the responsibilities of the Sky Eye Society.

"Haha! Mr. White's sense of humor is really unique."

The Penguin laughed dryly, his cold little eyes

Narrowed.

It seems that he is already planning how to give this young rich man who knows nothing about the world a cruel beating in the real world.

This is not Star City. Although I don’t know why the other party made such a request, Gotham is obviously not a city where rich people can do whatever they want.

The tragedy of the Waynes was occasionally repeated several times.

Those rich and famous people who provoke gangs or offend a secret organization never end well.

"There are seven securities companies on Wells Street in the Diamond District, the Cobot Family Foundation and the Emperor Penguin Conservation Foundation on the Upper East Side... Yesterday I specifically tracked the sources of funds behind these companies and foundations."

Leo glanced at Penguin, whose face suddenly turned gloomy, and continued: "I have to say, Mr. Cobot, you have a really smart mind. There is no pattern at all in those complex and frequent capital flows, but patiently A hunter will follow the traces of his prey, every bush and every trail."

"Are you threatening me?"

Penguin pushed up the monocle on the bridge of his nose, and as his voice fell, the originally melodious violin sound suddenly stopped.

The pleasant dining atmosphere disappeared.

When several large bodyguards came to the table, the atmosphere suddenly became more tense.

"I am not a reckless man who advocates violence. Like people like Maroney, when I encounter a problem, I first want to solve it with my fists."

Penguin Cobot spoke slowly. He stood up and looked at Leo, who was sitting motionless in his chair. His voice was slightly cold: "But I don't like other people's rash provocations either. Mr. White, Gotham is not the other city you have been to." , if you have power, you can enjoy everything.”

"The coldness and cruelty of this city is far beyond your imagination."

Holding the long-handled umbrella, Penguin Shiran prepared to leave.

First, teach this young man a lesson. If the other party is not wise enough, then let there be another dead soul under Gotham Port.

The Waynes were shot dead in a deserted alley back then. For a young rich man from Star City, it was normal for accidents to happen accidentally.

Bang!

next moment.

A shiny bald head was pressed on the plate containing foie gras. The arm pressing on the head seemed to be cast from copper and iron, making it impossible to move at all.

"Mr. Cobot, I don't mean to threaten you, but I really want to talk to you."

Leo sat on the chair, raised his foot and kicked the bald bodyguard's knee. The other person knelt down with a bang, and his shiny head was pressed against the dining table.

When Penguin's other bodyguards saw this, they wanted to rush to help, but they found a small red dot moving on their body.

That's a sniper rifle laser sight!

boom!

A bullet flew from nowhere, penetrated the floor-to-ceiling window of the club on the second floor, and broke a cup in the hand of Penguin Cobot.

"You see, I am actually very sincere, Mr. Cobot."

Leo was still sitting on the chair. He held down the bald head with his right hand, suddenly released it, lifted it up, and then knocked it hard against the corner of the table!

After a muffled sound, the burly bald man lay on the carpet.

With calm eyes scanning the bodyguards who did not dare to step forward, Leo picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Looking at the messy table with cups and plates, he smiled slightly and said: "I want Gotham to be calm and orderly in the next two weeks. You won't cause trouble for Gordon, and the Gotham Police Department won't have to investigate you every day. , this is actually a very simple request, right?"

"What exactly are you going to do?"

Penguin Cobot turned around with a gloomy look and subconsciously clenched the umbrella in his hand.

As a gangster in Gotham, he was naturally not intimidated by that shot.

It's just that Leo's behavior reminded the Penguin of a certain madman in Gotham a long time ago.

He is also so unreasonable and overturns the table without any reason, and you can't guess the other person's thoughts and purposes at all.

Leo stood up, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the tiny red dot disappeared.

Without even looking at the big bodyguards, he walked in front of the Penguin at an unhurried pace.

"I want Gotham to be mine for the next two weeks."