After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

"Boss, I don't understand."

It has been a long time since the difficult "negotiation" in the afternoon. In the study, Oswald Copperpot's subordinates hesitated to speak, and finally hesitated to say: "Is there anything special about this woman? Although she does have Certain strength, but paying such a high price..."

Cobblepot glanced at him: "Do you think you are smarter than me?"

He was startled: "No! Of course not! I swear I never thought about it!"

"Hmph," Coppert turned his head, sneered, and drank all the wine in his glass, "You better not have it."

He casually said: "If it wasn't for some special 'business' recently, do you think I would be willing to be taken advantage of? Sometimes, people can't be limited to the small profits in front of them, they have to look at the long-term..."

The man wiped his sweat and said respectfully: "...you are right, sometimes I really don't think carefully enough."

Coppert shook his head and gritted his teeth: "Even though I offered such a high price, this woman still refuses to buy it, 'think about it'? Who knows what she will think about in the end, it's really..."

His subordinates immediately began to advise him: "Maybe she is indeed a man of steel, but the people around her can never be as strong as her, why don't we take advantage of her weakness..."

"Fool!" Penguin interrupted him roughly, "put away your bad idea! Are you blind? Can't you see that this is a fellow like those crazy people in Arkham? She looks like real Do you care about someone's appearance? Don't let me be smart... But you reminded me, although that is not her weakness, but we can start from the side and exert a little influence on her..."

He looked thoughtfully at the distant sky outside the window: "...everything is for the greater good."

Hilda returned to her home in the East District from the Diamond District unimpeded in Penguin's luxury delivery car.As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Martina leaning against the door, looking at her teasingly with folded arms.

She paused, as if nothing had happened: "What?"

"What?" Martina repeated, "I saw it all. It's a luxury car. Your blue-eyed darling sent you back?"

Hilda: "I would. But unfortunately, it's not him."

She shrugged her shoulders and stepped up the steps in twos and twos. Martina turned sideways to let her in.

She gave way and smiled, seemingly surprised, so she joked, "Who is that? Do you know other rich second generations? Wow, good sister, if you don't like each other, can you introduce me?"

Hilda glanced at her with a strange expression: "...Actually, he can be regarded as the rich second generation. But do you really want me to introduce you?"

Martina: "Really? What's your name? Tell me."

She suppressed a smile: "Oswald Coppert, do you know him?"

Martina frowned: "...that name sounds a little... Fuck! Fuck!" She stared at Hilda with wide eyes, "Is that the one I thought?!"

Hilda nodded.

Martina was tongue-tied, and it took a long time before she said: "...Don't you want to realize your music dream? Why are you getting more and more off the track now? If you continue with this development, don't talk about being a law-abiding citizen of Gotham , are you afraid that you will become a backup prisoner at Black Gate Prison in the future?"

Hilda: "...No need, anyway, he can barely be regarded as a serious entrepreneur."

"You said it was 'reluctantly'," the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, "The entrepreneur is just his superficial identity, is it actually... Speaking of which, what did he ask you for?...It wouldn't be what I thought, would it? .”

Hilda smiled, "What do you think?"

Martina half-jokingly probed: "...the mafia tycoon is in love with me?"

Hilda: "... shit. Don't make such jokes!"

Martina laughed loudly: "I know that's impossible." She nodded her chin, "If it wasn't for this... maybe he wanted to recruit you as his employee? Although Penguin is not a good person, but he Indeed, he has a reputation for being a recruiter—in particular, he's generous with his pay."

Hilda collapsed on the sofa: "Bingo! You guessed it. That's exactly what he meant."

Martina: "So you said yes?"

Hilda: "I haven't, I'm still hesitating. After all, being a bodyguard will lose a certain amount of freedom."

Martina: "This is not like you. I thought you would either refuse or agree. There would be no middle ground."

Hilda: "It was like this, but...he gave too much. Not only money, but also other conditions—from a certain point of view, he is like a wishing machine."

Martina was silent, the Wishing Machine?seriously? ...If those guys who were bullied by the Penguin heard Hilda's words, they might die with regret.She couldn't help but wonder about the terms offered by the Penguin. What kind of conditions could Hilda find hard to resist?

"If the conditions he offers are indeed attractive," she suggested sincerely, "it's okay to agree to him? Although you may be sent to the Black Gate Prison, the Penguin has a way to get you out."

Hilda: "... Even if you say so, I can't make a decision easily."

Martina shrugged: "If that's the case, don't even think about it." She yawned and turned on the TV.

The TV was showing boring advertisements, she tuned to the next channel, and the anchor was broadcasting today's news.

"New York is very eye-catching recently," she commented while watching, "...it's Iron Man and Spider-Man, and superheroes have become a hot topic on Twitter recently... It's a pity that our Gotham superheroes are not Stand out like Tony Stark."

"Oh," she suddenly remembered, "Tony Stark is Iron Man, so our Bruce Wayne will lose completely??"

Hilda was like a salted fish with her eyes closed, but when she heard the familiar name, she subconsciously straightened up and sat up: "What lost? Why did you lose?"

Martina was a little puzzled: "What are you so excited for? Originally Stark and Wayne were both rich second-generation playboys, and the two fought to a tie. Now Stark has become a superhero, Brucey baby Of course it has a better status?"

Hilda: "...Is that so?"

Martina looked at her thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, the blue eyes I saw that night were indeed... he was Bruce Wayne?!"

Hilda nodded.

She couldn't help taking a breath, and looked at the TV again. The blond-haired anchor on the TV had already started broadcasting the next news, which happened to be about Bruce Wayne... lace news.The photo taken by the reporter was projected on the screen. Bruce Wayne smiled charmingly, hugging a beautiful black-haired model intimately. After half a month of empty window, she quickly entered a new relationship, and how she spent a lot of money. The beauty smiled, and then introduced the identity of the beauty who "captured Brucey's baby", and summarized Bruce at the end of the news The amount of money Wayne invested in each of his relationships over the course of his relationship—the list took several rounds to get to the bottom, which is really jaw-dropping.

...Although this is not a serious news program, is it really necessary to do this?Martina thought to herself, if it was before, she would have been very happy to see the end, and by the way sighed Bruce Wayne's extravagant money, but at this moment she unfortunately knew that Hilda's "blue eyes" that fell in love at first sight were Lovely Bruce Wayne.It's not very surprising to say that, after all, there are only a few Gotham rich kids who are handsome enough to catch Hilda's eyes.

She felt that she was afraid to turn her head to see Hilda's expression.

She calmly tuned to the next channel. Seeing the talk show host she was familiar with telling jokes on TV, she calmed down slightly and looked at Hilda—unexpectedly, Hilda She didn't look unhappy, she sat there very calmly, as if she didn't see the news at all.

Martina hesitated and said, "...what are you thinking?"

"Bruce," Hilda replied, "I was thinking of Bruce."

Martina: It's over.

She tentatively asked, "What did you think of?"

Hilda pondered: "For the first time, I know that this is the correct way to pursue people."

Martina: "...?"

"And I didn't spend money at all before, and I didn't spend the money properly," she concluded seriously. "This is probably the reason for my failure."

Martina was a little suffocated: No, wait a minute—did you misunderstand something, are you planning to imitate Bruce Wayne?But this is the pursuit of krypton gold players!And take a step back!Why did you just put yourself in Wayne's role? ?Isn't it normal to put yourself in the role of being thrown a lot of money? ? ?The most outrageous thing is, is the way of pursuit the point? ?Shouldn't the focus be on the fact that the crush I dated turned around and fell in love with another woman? ?

She opened her mouth with difficulty and wanted to say something. It would be best to stop Hilda's brain circuit from going completely astray, but this question was too difficult.

In the end, Martina just said, "...don't even think about it, Hilda, do you remember the fact that you had to beg for a mobile phone?" She pointed to the TV set that Wayne bought for his new girlfriend. Photos of private jets, "...it may take a long time to rely on begging," she hesitated, "Let's make a foundation in 100 years."

Hilda: "..."

She rolled her eyes: "Who said I have to beg for money - I couldn't afford it before, but now," she raised the corners of her lips, "didn't someone come to my door to realize my dream?"

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"Seriously, the lace scandal?" Alfred bent down, put the coffee in his hand in front of Bruce Wayne, and raised his eyebrows, "Master, you can always give me some unexpected surprises .”

Bruce turned a page of the newspaper: "You know, Afu, this is to better shape the image of Bruce Wayne."

Alfred said "ha" indifferently: "Before you have dealt with the relationship with Miss Walker?"

Bruce paused: "...I have nothing to do with her. I mean, I don't have that commitment to her, and she hasn't been in touch with Bruce Wayne for a while, I think that's enough It proves that everything before was just a whim of a little girl."

Alfred: "If I hadn't heard what she said to Batman that night, maybe I would have believed you."

Bruce had a headache: "...I don't deny that she did say some specious things, but I think I have explained to you that her favorability is just a mirage, not to mention based on nothingness, that favoritism itself is nothingness. "—not to mention, she is a dangerous person.Batman thought, maybe she does need a proper relationship, but it must not be the false Bruce Wayne, because once the lie is exposed, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Alfred couldn't help but said: "...I'm assuming that your entry requirements for choosing a mate are: to see through the Batman hidden under the identity of Bruce Wayne, and to love a woman with two identities at the same time? Oh no, Considering your sense of responsibility and the additional danger brought by this identity, maybe she needs to have sufficient self-preservation ability-is that so, sir? IMHO, this condition is for those who first contact Bruce Wayne rather than Is it a bit harsh for Batman's average girl?"

"...I didn't say that, and I don't think ordinary girls should be involved in Batman's affairs." Bruce took a sip of coffee, "But, you know, if someone likes that mask, Then she is actually no different from my previous girlfriends in essence, you know," he put down his glass, and showed the housekeeper a special smile for Brucey, "everyone loves Bruce."

The housekeeper was noncommittal: "... If a person falls in love with a mask sincerely, it is definitely not the person's fault. Feelings are feelings, and you didn't give the other person a chance, how would you know that she has been exposed to the truth under the mask? , won’t meet your demanding requirements?”

The Dark Knight shrugged his shoulders: "Come on, Ah Fu, it's not like Batman hasn't seen her before."

Alfred showed a faint smile: "With all due respect, if Ms. Hilda could fall in love with Batman in that kind of meeting scene, then all the villains in Gotham should have loved Batman deeply. Extricate yourself."

Bruce: "...Stop talking, Fu."

However, Alfred bowed slightly: "Of course I obey your instructions unconditionally, Master Wayne. However, you should also know that after giving hope to one lady, she ran to make a big fuss with another lady The gossip itself makes you look like an asshole, doesn't it?"

Bruce Wayne opened his mouth to speak, but before he could refute, the mobile phone on the side of the dining table rang. He picked up the mobile phone and glanced at it: "..."

"Miss Walker's phone?" The butler glanced at it and said, "I suggest you answer this call, even if it is to save your poor old butler from having to bear the pressure of lying to this lady for you."

He touched his nose helplessly and connected the phone: "Hello?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was very calm: "Bruce? It's me, Hilda."

Bruce: "I know it's you, Hilda, how are you?"

"I'm fine, but I was a little busy before....I saw the news about you, you know, the scandal, so I want to ask you something."

— oh my god.That's pretty straightforward.Bruce coughed: "...well, well—you say?"

"I think it's because I wasn't clear enough before," Hilda said slowly, "So I want to make sure again, you know I was chasing you before, right?"

Bruce wanted to drink coffee, but he raised his eyes and met Alfred's raised eyebrows. He was silent for a moment, and turned his head away silently while holding the coffee: "...I'm sorry, Hilda, if you need any compensation, Or you want to scold me..."

"Why should I scold you?" The other side looked surprised, "Did you misunderstand something?"

Bruce: "?"

He was a little dazed, and tentatively said: "...I thought you were very angry? I admit, my behavior is indeed a bit of a jerk."

"How?" Hilda was obviously more surprised, "Who said you're an asshole? I didn't think so, I just wanted to confirm the situation-so, you know I'm pursuing you, so, I assume that the scandal is a reject?"

Bruce: "...I think, that's right. I'm sorry, you're a nice girl, I'm the one with the problem..."

"Okay, I understand." Hilda said, her tone sounded a little relieved, "It seems that I was right."

Did he say that the girl's brain circuit was difficult to figure out?If not, then now he has to say it - her brain circuits are indeed very difficult to understand, even Batman, it is difficult to immediately figure out what she is thinking.

Bruce: "What do you mean?"

"It's me who should say I'm sorry," said the other side, "I understand why you rejected me, I admit, looking back on what I did before, I really didn't consider it comprehensively enough. After all, it's the first time I'm pursuing someone, hope you can forgive me."

He admitted that he couldn't understand what he said more and more: "...What? Why, I don't quite understand."

"I just realized something," Hilda said with a heavy tone, "don't worry, I won't give up pursuing you. I just need to recognize my position, and then regain my strength. After all, wherever I fall, I will Where did you get up from?"

Bruce: "...No, actually..." You don't have to be so persistent, just give up.

"Okay," she seemed to have finished a major matter, and her tone became more relaxed, "I've made my decision, thank you, Bruce. Goodbye." Without waiting for him to say anything else, Hilda hung up the call Telephone.

Only Bruce Wayne was left listening to the echo of "beep-beep-" on the other end of the phone, and fell into a lengthy silence: "..."

"Perhaps you want some more cookies?" Alfred asked with concern, feigning regret, "After all, things don't seem to be what Batman expected."

He swore that he definitely heard a bit of a joke from Alfred's words!

He pressed his forehead with a headache: "...a little more. I hope she won't do too much."

Oswald Copperpot had never seen a man so extravagant as Hilda.

The ghost knows how much he wanted to immediately raise the black umbrella in his hand when he heard Hilda's new request, and gave her a sudden chug—don't look at the ugly appearance of this umbrella, the weapons hidden inside, But enough to blow up a building.

Listen to what she said in human language——

"I found that besides my music dream, I have another more urgent dream. Can you help me realize this?"

——As far as the fuck is too far off the mark, is this treating him as Santa Claus who can fulfill wishes again? !Cobbot thought through gritted teeth. ...Is his power not big enough?Or is his name not scary enough?

However, he still managed to maintain a smile—more precisely, he kept a smile on his face: "... May I know what this more urgent dream is?"

Hilda nodded without fear, as if she didn't see his displeasure at all: "I want a man."

……So simple?Penguin's smile became a little more sincere, and a few thoughts flashed through his mind. He raised his legs unhurriedly, changed into a more comfortable posture, took a sip of his cigar, and leaned back: "Man? Ha, I can understand, I can totally understand! It's simple, just tell me his name, and I'll send someone to put him in your bed today—"

"I hope he will be willing to agree to be with me." Hilda said, "but I lack experience, I know you have a lot of talents, maybe you can provide me with some reliable reference...and financial assistance. Of course, I also It's not a greedy devil, I don't need to pay more than the industry standard, you can pay it as normal, and if necessary, I will follow you closely to ensure your absolute safety, how about it?"

The Penguin looked at her with a more sincere smile: "...tell me which lucky guy has won your favor? Dear Hilda."

Hilda: "Bruce Wayne."

Penguin's smile froze: "...who?!"

She repeated calmly: "Bruce Wayne."

Copperpot: "That Bruce Wayne I thought??"

"Is there a second famous Bruce Wayne in Gotham City?" she asked back.

--Oh shit.

He wanted to yell, but he held back: "Are you a little overestimating me? Walker? Wayne is the richest man in Gotham. Although Cobbot and Wayne are indeed among the four major families in Gotham...but you don't Do you really think I can get you Bruce Wayne easily?"

"Wait," he raised his hand to stop Hilda's words, jumped off the sofa and walked around twice, then raised his head to look at Hilda, "...I have to confirm first, you said you want Got Bruce Wayne, does that mean you want to marry into the Wayne family - or do you just want to have sex with him?"

Hilda pondered: "If it's the former?"

"I will try my best to help you. After all, it is in my interest to make friends with Mrs. Wayne, but I cannot guarantee that you will achieve what you want."

"What about the latter?"

"Then I don't quite understand why you need my help," Coppert spread his hands. "After all, everyone knows that Bruce Wayne is a playboy. If you need to use my channel to get to know him, I can barely understand, but we We all know that's not the case."

Hilda smiled: "So it's neither....I want him to sleep with me sincerely. I like him, but I can't promise that I will never get tired of him. So I don't consider being with him forever. You Do you know what I mean?"

"...I understand." Penguin concluded lightly, "You just want to pick him up, but it's just not enough to cheat, you also have to cheat your feelings."

Hilda: "...Hey! I will also give my true feelings, okay?"

Coppert smiled disdainfully: "Leave that to Wayne. I don't care what you think. I only care about whether the cooperation between us can be achieved."

"Of course," Hilda said, as if she knew the end result from the beginning of the conversation, "because my condition is so easy to meet, isn't it?"

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Gotham City, ten o'clock at night.

The moon is high, and the city's nightlife has already begun.Some dragged their heavy bodies after a long day's work, and had just climbed onto the soft beds, ready to enter the arms of the Oneiroi, while others stretched out and walked out of the house energetically, ready to start the night's activities.

The busiest entertainment venue in this city that never sleeps is undoubtedly the most famous industry under the name of Oswald Copperpot: the Iceberg Club.

Unwelcome thugs are welcomed here, as well as dignitaries who are curious about the dark side of Gotham. As many people seek the opportunity to step up to the sky here, as many people fall into the quagmire of desire/desire here.

"I'm very self-aware." Penguin said as he took Hilda on a tour of the Iceberg Club, which he was proud of. "I'm just an ordinary businessman. With the superior environment of Gotham, plus A little bit" he is as short as a fingernail, "a little bit of subtle luck, to be able to achieve today's results. So I never overstep, keep my own place, and I have always been grateful and law-abiding. I dare say, the whole Gotham The city couldn't find a better tax-paying citizen than me."

After saying this, the Penguin led Hilda into the basement floor of the club, and walked down the Roman-style staircase entrance. The elegant piano playing in his ears gradually became quieter, while the lively voices gradually became louder. .Countless people gathered in front of different gaming tables, shouting and cheering completely selflessly-here, people take off their identities in the already well-built world, whether they are of the highest rank or famous, they can't help themselves here. into the illogical underground gambling kingdom.

—The Kingdom of Oswald Copperpot the Penguin.

At this moment, the "king" has long forgotten the shameless "good taxpaying citizen" claiming to be a second ago, and he is content to watch these intoxicated gamblers, as if he has seen the dollar bills in their pockets fly into him one by one. account.

"What a scene of prosperity," he said. "I would give anything to keep it going forever."

Hilda was silent.She was still wearing a comfortable T-shirt and trousers, a short denim jacket casually on her upper body, her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and a silver wireless headset was hanging around her neck.As she walked with her hands in her pockets, she casually glanced at the general structure of the casino, even chewing a piece of chewing gum that was almost tasteless in her mouth-completely looking like a "exhausted and soulless tourist on the last day of the tour", without any doubts. Cobbot's introduction really caught his ears.

This can't be blamed on her. Anyone who agrees to sign a contract and is called out by the boss to understand the corporate culture and call it "increasing the sense of belonging to the company" on the first day of signing the contract will have such a desperate attitude.

"...Of course, you know, I am an honest person, not those contemptuous outlaws, so whenever I encounter something that is not fair to me, I will always be unable to restrain my anger. After all I love Gotham as much as I do, and I have to admit that there are some disgraceful existences in this city.” He said, “Maybe it’s because I abide by my duty that I can’t tolerate those lunatics who push themselves.”

Hilda nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah, you're right."

Just as he said this, there was a sudden noise from the southeast corner of the casino: it turned out that a gambler was red-eyed and was trying to intimidate the croupier and get his bet back by virtue of his height. , the other people around him couldn't help showing horrified eyes, and retreated one after another, trying to avoid this chaotic place.

Penguin glanced there coldly: "...For example."

The uproar stopped.The man in black who was standing at the corner of the casino ruthlessly knocked down the gambler, covered his mouth, and dragged him down.

"Why can't everyone be peaceful?" Coppert sighed, "There are always people who like to break the rules, so I have to educate them."

Hilda finally became interested. She glanced at the direction the man was being dragged down, and asked, "What will happen to him?"

"That's a question for me." Coppert said, turning his head indifferently, and asked the subordinates on the side, "James, how do we deal with these chaotic elements recently? Fill in cement? Or sink the river to feed the fish?"

"Neither, Boss Cobbott." The other party bowed respectfully and said, "Recently we just chop off a finger as punishment."

"...Oh, the times have changed." Coppert turned to look at Hilda, shook his head, half expressing emotion and half explaining, "After all, this is an era of humanitarianism, and we should also cater to the current trend .”

Hilda: "...Is that so?"

Copper nodded slightly: "Of course."

They walked through the Iceberg Casino and turned towards the working backstage of the clubhouse.

"In short, these are my main industries. I hope you can value them as much as I do." When he said this, he didn't really mean it in his heart, but just mentioned it casually, "...Of course, I am not a completely closed People. Sometimes, I will actively expand the business of the company and make some trivial attempts. I have many friends, and sometimes we compete with each other, but sometimes, we also reach a certain degree of cooperation for the common purpose..."

Someone from the side door quickly walked towards them and greeted Penguin respectfully: "Boss Cobbot."

"What's the matter?" Penguin asked impatiently, taking a lit cigar from the assistant behind him.

"People from the Lex Group have arrived in Gotham."

"Oh—look what I said?" Cobbot laughed, and he glanced at Hilda, "Friend—yes, of course, that's one of them, my new friend, Lex Mr. Luthor. He is a great man, a man of great wealth and intelligence. Now, let us go and make the necessary preparations for hospitality..."

He glanced back. "James?"

"Yes, boss." James replied, "The things are ready, and they are in the living room."

……

"Ready to receive guests?" Hilda stared at the one-meter-high container in front of her, and said slowly, "...this box?"

"This is the most important protagonist tonight." Penguin replied, "...a very precious treasure that I got by accident."

"What is it?" Hilda asked.

The Penguin evoked a smile: "Why don't you open it yourself? Hilda."

Hilda: "..." She glanced at the Penguin in silence, then walked straight forward indifferently, holding the two corners of the container with both hands, and at the same time lifted it——

It was a box full of... kryptonite.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the box of stones of different colors, only the penguin was secretly observing Hilda's reaction.Seeing that she didn't have any adverse reactions, but reached out with interest to pick out a piece of blue kryptonite from the box of stones, he twitched the corner of his mouth without leaving a trace, and looked away.

It's hard to say whether Penguin is feeling relaxed or disappointed at the moment.

The guys in this city who have noticed Hilda's existence are all speculating about the girl's origin.So far, most people have believed her identity as a "mutant". Only Penguin, the most well-informed Penguin with eyes and ears all over Gotham, sneered at the identity of a "mutant", but made a completely different My guess: He doesn't think she's a mutant, but thinks she might be a Kryptonian.

This speculation has something to do with the initial fragmented information Hilda showed up in Gotham on her first day.Penguin has a huge and exclusive information network, plus he has a smart brain and a keen sense of intelligence, so he rarely makes mistakes in information.

However, this time he was wrong.

Surprisingly, she's not Kryptonian, so she has nothing to do with Superman...?

Aware of this with some resentment, Penguin simply put this wrong guess behind him.He coughed and caught Hilda's attention: "...how is it? Is this kind of treat rich enough?"

"What is this?" Hilda's eyes still fell on the blue krypton in her hand, "It's not an ordinary stone."

The Penguin was silent for a second: "...you don't know this? It's kryptonite." He walked forward slowly, picked up a green kryptonite and put it in his hand, looking at it carefully, "such a small piece of green kryptonite , is already a commodity that is hard to come by in the black market. How many people flock to it, just because they have it...they have the power to control the gods in the world."

He wanted to continue talking, but inadvertently glanced at Hilda, who was not listening to him at all, and couldn't bear it anymore: "...I've wanted to ask since just now, what are you doing?"

Hilda just looked at the blue krypton in her hand: "Sorry, I just...do you think this color is very similar to Bruce's eyes?"

Penguin: "...?" He looked at Hilda in disbelief, then at the blue krypton, and couldn't help doubting his decision to recruit Hilda.what the hell?This is the kryptonite that can kill Superman. After looking at it for so long, all she can see is the eyes of that playboy like Bruce Wayne? ? ?

Hilda took a breath, turned around seriously, and stared at him: "...Is kryptonite sold separately?"

Penguin: "????"

He stared at Hilda: "...what are you doing?"

Hilda was a little embarrassed: "I want a Blue Krypton, just one, can you sell me one?" She thought for a while, trying to imitate the "gracious attitude" that Martina taught her, and barely added, " ...Boss Cobbot?" To be honest, she really looked like a clumsy social animal who had to clumsily please the boss in order to raise her salary.

Penguin's scalp went numb for a moment.Obviously before that, he really hoped that Hilda would obey him and use honorific titles for him, but at this moment, he sincerely hoped that nothing happened just now.

——For this claim, he really got goosebumps all over his body.

Hilda tried again unwillingly: "Ke"

"Enough!" Penguin stopped her, trying to restrain his urge to back away, "Don't call me that! It's just a kryptonite...I gave it to you!"

"Really?" Hilda asked in shock. Although her face was full of disbelief, she quickly stuffed the blue krypton into her pocket. She looked at Penguin with sincerity, "I think today's event Really meaningful, boss, I swear I already belong here."

Penguin: "..." Damn it.

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