“Yes, this game is far more complicated than we thought.

But, Gordon, as long as we keep investigating, the truth will eventually come to light."

The voice had a kind of firmness after exhaustion, like a big tree that had experienced the baptism of wind and rain. Although it was a little scarred, it was still full of vitality.

He looked at Gordon with eyes full of trust and encouragement.

The underground bar was dark and damp, and the lighting was so dim that it looked like an old photo eroded by time.

The dim light became even more hazy in the smoke, like the eyes of a ghost hidden in the fog.

Smoke filled every corner of the bar, like countless white snakes dancing.

The smoke had a pungent smell of tobacco and a stale aroma mixed with alcohol and sweat.

The Penguin Oswald Cobblepot sat alone in the corner, his figure seemed to be partially swallowed by the darkness, leaving only a vague outline.

He was playing with a glass of whiskey in his hand, and the glass was like a toy being fiddled with in his hand.

The fingers were slender and pale, like lifeless bones, gently pinching the handle of the wine glass.

There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, which was like stars in the dark, appearing and disappearing from time to time, containing various emotions such as ambition, unwillingness, and resentment.

Qin Yang's figure appeared beside him silently and sat down without attracting anyone's attention.

The movement was as light as a falling feather and made no sound.

His body seemed to blend into the surrounding darkness. Only when he sat down did a faint outline appear under the dim light.

Qin Yang said softly: "Oswald, or Mr. Penguin, your contemplation has made the atmosphere here a little heavy."

The sound was so low that it sounded like the rustling of leaves in the breeze, but it was clearly heard by the Penguin Man.

His eyes were calm and deep, like a bottomless lake, unpredictable.

The penguin man looked up and looked at Qin Yang warily.

His eyes were like two cold beads, flashing with vigilance in the dim light.

His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, forming a small "川" character, and his gaze started from Qin Yang's face and slowly moved downwards, as if he was examining an unknown danger.

His body leaned back slightly, as if he was keeping a certain distance from Qin Yang.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" The voice was low and hoarse, like the sound of stone being polished by sandpaper.

His lips were slightly parted, revealing a row of slightly yellow teeth.

Qin Yang smiled, and his smile was like a flower blooming in the darkness, full of mystery and confidence.

There was an unquestionable power in his eyes, as if they could penetrate the Penguin's soul.

"I'm Qin Yang, someone who can let you see the future.

You and I both know that Gotham City is constantly changing, but have you ever thought that you could stand in the eye of the storm?" The voice was calm and full of temptation, like a devil whispering in your ear.

The Penguin sneered and said, "Standing in the eye of the storm? That's not something you can achieve by just imagining."

The sneer was like a cold wind blowing through the stuffy corner of the bar.

The corners of his mouth were turned downwards, forming a mocking arc.

His eyes were still full of vigilance, like a wild beast ready to attack or flee at any time.

Qin Yang stretched out his hand and waved it gently, and the surrounding light seemed to flicker slightly with the movement.

The fingers are slender and flexible, as if playing a silent music in the air.

That gentle wave seemed like an invisible force spreading in the air.

A hint of surprise flashed across the Penguin's eyes, his eyes widened slightly, and his pupils shrank. The surprised expression flashed across his face, like a ripple on the calm lake.

"Imagination? No, Oswald, I have the power, enough to change the status quo.

For example, this one. "

Qin Yang's tone was full of confidence and pride.

A dazzling light suddenly burst out from Qin Yang's palm, which was a display of the power of the Shining Fruit.

The light was like a small sun that suddenly exploded, hot and bright.

The light instantly filled the entire bar, as if daylight had suddenly fallen into this dark corner.

Everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing, stunned.

Their eyes narrowed due to the blinding light, and expressions of fear and shock appeared on their faces.

They seemed to be frozen in that moment, with the wine glasses and cigarettes in their hands suspended in mid-air.

The Penguin said in shock: "This...what is this?" His voice was full of fear and curiosity.

His body unconsciously shrank back, as if avoiding the scorching light.

His eyes were fixed on the light in Qin Yang's hand, and his eyes seemed to have seen an incredible miracle.

Qin Yang withdrew his ability and everything returned to normal.

The light seemed to be suddenly extinguished by an invisible hand, and darkness instantly enveloped the bar again.

People seemed to have woken up from a nightmare and resumed their previous actions, but shock still remained in their eyes.

“This is just the tip of the iceberg, I have much more than that.

I have noticed you for a long time, Penguin. Your wisdom and ambition are quietly accumulating strength.

But under the shadow of Fish Mooney, when can you really spread your wings and fly high? " Qin Yang's voice sounded in Penguin Man's ears again, like a mysterious prophet telling Penguin Man's fate.

Penguin hesitated for a moment and said, "Why do you think I will believe you? I am just a pawn in her hands."

There was a hint of hesitation and unwillingness in his voice.

There was a trace of struggle in his eyes, as if there was a fierce battle between his inner desires and the reality of the dilemma.

His fingers unconsciously slid across the wine glass, as if looking for an answer.

Qin Yang said sincerely: “Because I see the difference in you, Oswald.

You are not just an 'umbrella boy', you have the ability and desire to change all this.

Gotham City is about to experience unprecedented turmoil, new forces are brewing, and you are qualified to be the one leading the change."

Qin Yang's voice was steady and sincere, and every word seemed to flow slowly from the bottom of his heart.

He looked at the Penguin intently, with a look in his eyes that revealed a deep insight, as if he could see through every corner of the Penguin hidden deep in his heart.

Her lips were slightly parted, her teeth were white and neat, and had a faint luster under the dim light.

His facial expression was calm and gentle, yet it carried an unquestionable power, like a wise man uttering a prophecy that was about to happen.

The Penguin sneered and said, "Change? That means paying a huge price, maybe even the price of life."

The sneer spread across his slightly gloomy face like an icy crack.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with the right corner higher than the left, forming an arc with sarcasm and disdain.

There was a kind of sophisticated cunning and fear of the unknown in his eyes. His gaze was like two cold stars flashing in the darkness, looking coldly at Qin Yang. (End of this chapter)