His eyes were filled with fear, and his pupils shrank sharply, like two small black dots.

Sweat continued to seep out from his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground, forming a small water stain.

His voice became hoarse and broken because of fear, and each syllable seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.

Qin Yang let go of him, and the action was like letting go of a small animal that posed no threat.

His arms slowly retracted, his muscles rippled slightly beneath his clothes, revealing a kind of restrained strength.

The moment he was released, I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, as if I had been pardoned.

Qin Yang left a message and said, "Tell your boss that I have a business deal I want to discuss with him."

The tone was still cold, as if he was issuing an order that could not be questioned.

——+
The secret base of the Nicholas family.

This is an abandoned factory located on the edge of Gotham City, surrounded by high walls.

The wall was covered with barbed wire, on which were hung some rags and garbage, swaying in the wind like some silent ghosts.

The wall of the wall has peeled off, revealing the dark red bricks inside. Moss is growing in some places. The moss is like green scars, covering the entire wall.

The factory gates are two huge iron doors, covered with rust, like the scales of a giant beast eroded by time.

There was a big lock hanging on the door handle. The lock looked heavy and sturdy, and the lock was covered with rust.

There is a small sentry box next to the gate. The glass of the sentry box has been broken, with only a few fragments hanging on the window frame.

There was a guard sitting in the sentry box. He was wearing a tattered military coat, holding a worn-out hunting rifle in his hand, and staring ahead with a dull look in his eyes.

Qin Yang broke into the Nicholas family's stronghold alone without any hesitation.

The figure moved quickly in the dim light, like a flash of black lightning.

The windbreaker fluttered behind him like a black flag.

Facing a group of armed guards, he showed extraordinary calmness and strength.

The guards wore black uniforms and black helmets, revealing only a pair of vigilant eyes.

The guns in their hands gleamed with metallic luster in the dim light, like the eyes of the god of death peering in the darkness.

Qin Yang's eyes calmly scanned the guards around him, his eyes were like a pool of deep water, without the slightest ripple.

His body crouched slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce at any time.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, with his fingers slightly bent, as if he was preparing to exert some mysterious power.

The guards shouted at Qin Yang, "Stop! Who are you?" Their voices echoed in the empty factory, with a sense of tension and majesty.

Their guns were all pointed at Qin Yang, with their fingers tightly on the triggers. As long as there was the slightest movement, bullets would rain down on Qin Yang.

Qin Yang did not respond and continued to move forward steadily.

The footsteps were steady and rhythmic, and every step seemed to be stepping on the enemy's heartbeat.

When he was close enough to the guards, he suddenly flashed and used his speed skills to instantly disappear from the guards' sight.

The guards were panicked, their eyes widened, looking around for Qin Yang.

Their bodies turned nervously and the guns in their hands moved as well, trying to lock onto Qin Yang.

Qin Yang appeared behind a guard, stretched out his hand like lightning, and with a slight twist, he snatched the gun from the guard's hand.

Then, at an extremely fast speed, he hit another guard on the head with the butt of his gun, and the guard fell down without a sound.

The other guards reacted and shot at Qin Yang.

Bullets whizzed past Qin Yang, but he dodged them easily as if he could predict the trajectory of the bullets.

Qin Yang moved freely in the hail of bullets, his body like a nimble phantom. After some maneuvers, he successfully met the boss of the Nicholas family, Nicholas Maloney.

"Are you the guy who dared to trespass into my territory?" Maloney sat behind a huge desk, his eyes full of vigilance and anger.

The desk was made of thick solid wood, with a wide and smooth tabletop, on which were placed some documents, an ashtray and an exquisite pistol.

Behind the desk was a huge leather chair, and Maloney sat in it, leaning forward slightly, with his hands on the table, his fingers tapping on the surface.

His eyes were like burning flames, wanting to devour Qin Yang.

His face turned red with anger, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged out like a few winding snakes.

Qin Yang approached slowly, his steps slow and confident, like a king patrolling his territory.

There was a smile on her face, and that smile was like the spring sunshine, warm and charming.

Her eyes are bright and deep, as if they contain endless wisdom.

"Mr. Maloney, don't get me wrong, I'm here to help you."

The voice was calm and gentle, like a soft spring breeze, trying to blow away the anger and vigilance in Maloney's heart.

"Help me? What a joke!" Maloney sneered.

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

His eyes were full of suspicion and distrust, as if he was looking at a liar trying to cheat.

He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, as if he was building a defensive barrier for himself.

Qin Yang calmly analyzed and said: "The Penguin Man is plotting to attack you, and he has already seen through the 'discord' between you.

I can help you uncover the conspiracy, but the condition is that you have to show enough sincerity."

The voice was steady and powerful, and every word was like a nail, accurately nailing Maloney's heart.

His eyes were fixed on Maloney, as if conveying an indisputable fact.

Stand straight with your hands hanging naturally at your sides, giving you a feeling of confidence and reliability.

Maloney frowned, obviously half-believing and half-doubting Qin Yang's words.

"Why do you think I will believe you?" His brows were like two small mountains, tightly pressed together.

He stared at Qin Yang closely, trying to find a flaw on his face.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on his arm, as if he was thinking about the truth of Qin Yang's words.

"Because," Qin Yang raised a mysterious smile, "I have the ability to help you gain a foothold in Gotham City, even surpassing Falcone and Penguin."

A smile is like the starry sky at night, mysterious and charming.

There was a confident gleam in his eyes, as if telling Maloney that everything he said was not empty talk.

Maloney frowned after hearing this: "..."

"Should I trust you?"

Qin Yang smiled playfully: "In a few days, you will be able to do it, very soon..."

……

In the next few days, Qin Yang made secret arrangements and carefully planned every move.

Use your own wisdom and the abilities granted by the system to sneak into the Penguin's various strongholds and collect intelligence.

The movements were light and agile, like a bat flying through the darkness. (End of this chapter)