Bruce held Qin Yang's hand. His hand was a little cold at first, but the moment he held Qin Yang's hand, it seemed as if a warm current was injected into it.

Her fingers tightly clasped Qin Yang's palm, as if grasping the last hope and strength.

He nodded firmly and said, “Yes, Qin Yang.

We will definitely see you again.

By then, I will show you a brand new Bruce Wayne."

His eyes were full of determination and confidence, as if he was making a solemn promise to Qin Yang.

As Qin Yang's figure gradually disappeared into the night, his footsteps were light and silent, as if blending into the darkness.

Bruce stood there alone, his figure looking lonely and determined in the night.

My heart is filled with unprecedented strength and determination.

He looked in the direction Qin Yang left, his eyes full of gratitude and expectation.

Although the road ahead is difficult, with friends like Qin Yang by his side, Bruce is fearless.

Gotham Pier, the morning light shines.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning was like a golden sword, cutting through the darkness of Gotham City that was as thick as ink, and gently sprinkling on the winding river surface.

The surface of the river is like a huge mirror, reflecting the sunlight into rippling waves. The waves dance like countless golden scales, covering the city, which is shrouded in haze all year round and seems to be immersed in darkness forever, with a layer of soft golden gauze.

Wherever the light reaches, the originally gray buildings are tinged with a hint of warm tones, and the stains on the walls and traces of time seem to become less dazzling under this golden light.

Qin Yang stood at the edge of the dock, his figure looking lonely and determined in the morning light.

He was wearing a casual outfit, which was simple yet tasteful.

He was wearing a dark blue cotton shirt. The soft texture of the shirt slightly revealed his firm muscular lines.

The collar was casually open, revealing a small piece of bronze skin with a few tiny beads of sweat on the skin, which sparkled faintly under the sunlight.

His sleeves were neatly rolled up twice, revealing his well-defined forearms.

He wore a pair of dark grey casual trousers. The shape of the trousers was just right, neither too loose nor too tight on the legs, but naturally wrinkled with the movements.

He was wearing a pair of black leather shoes, which were polished to a shine and could clearly reflect the surrounding scenery.

In his hand was a cup of freshly brewed black coffee. The rich aroma seemed to have life, rising from the cup and interweaving with the fresh water vapor from the river.

The coffee cup is a white ceramic cup with simple patterns on the body, and it feels warm when held in the hand.

The coffee in the cup is a deep black color with a light layer of oil floating on the surface. The oil is like a layer of gauze, lightly covering the coffee.

Qin Yang gently shook the cup, and the coffee swirled in the cup, and the rich aroma emanated even more strongly, filling the air around him.

His eyes are deep, like two deep ancient wells, and there is a mysterious aura in his eyes.

He seemed to be thinking about something, his brows were slightly furrowed, forming two shallow grooves, and countless thoughts seemed to be hidden in those grooves.

He seemed to be enjoying this rare tranquility, with his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was savoring the beauty of the early morning.

Qin Yang said to himself, “Although the progress of the Yellow Monkey System is slow, every step means I am one step closer to becoming stronger.

The undercurrents of Gotham are surging, and I am gradually adapting to and integrating into this complex sea."

My heart is like a calm lake, but deep down, there is a surging force. My thoughts are like a school of fish swimming in the lake, shuttling back and forth in my mind.

Every detail about Kizaru's system is like a reef at the bottom of a lake. Although it is not obvious, it actually affects thinking.

His feelings towards Gotham were like the breeze on the lake, gentle but a constant reminder of the complexity and danger of this place.

Just then, an old man with gray hair and beard, dressed in a well-tailored suit, slowly walked into the dock.

Her hair was like the first snow in winter, pure and dazzlingly white. Every strand seemed to have been carefully combed and neatly combed back, sparkling with silver luster in the morning light.

His beard was also gray and neatly trimmed, like a delicate little brush.

The suit was a deep black, the color of the deepest night, and was made of a fabric of fine quality.

The lines of the suit are smooth, and every fold seems to be carefully designed to fit the body perfectly.

There was an exquisite golden brooch pinned to the collar of the shirt. The shape of the brooch was like an eagle spreading its wings, ready to fly. The eagle's eyes were inlaid with two small rubies, which sparkled faintly in the sunlight.

The shirt is white, with a black tie tied at the collar. The tie is tied meticulously, like a symbol of rigor.

His trousers were also straight, with the trouser legs neatly covering his pair of black leather shoes. The shoes were also spotless, and the shoe surface reflected bright light.

He walked steadily, and every step he took was like striking a firm note on the ground.

The soles of the shoes made a slight "tapping" sound when they touched the ground, and the sound was particularly clear at the dock in the early morning.

His eyes revealed the calmness and wisdom that came after experiencing many vicissitudes of life. Those eyes were like two deep ancient wells that had experienced countless storms and tribulations, yet were still clear and firm.

There seem to be countless stories hidden in the ancient well, and each story is an experience in his life, with blood and tears, laughter and sadness.

This man is another giant in Gotham City's underworld - Mr. Carmine Falcone.

Falcone smiled, and his smile was like the warm sun in winter, gentle and comfortable.

Her lips were slightly raised, and the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth were like blooming chrysanthemum petals, each of which revealed a trace of time.

The teeth are white and neat, sparkling with a faint luster in the morning light.

The old man said in a gentle voice: “Good morning, young man.

It's rare to see such a leisurely figure here at this time."

The voice is low and magnetic, like the music flowing from an old phonograph. Each syllable floats slowly in the air, full of a unique charm.

Qin Yang turned around when he heard the sound. His movement was like a gentle breeze, natural and smooth.

The body spins gracefully like a dancer.

His eyes met Falconet's, and at that moment, it seemed as if an invisible electric current passed between the two of them.

Qin Yang then showed a sincere smile, which was like the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling and charming.

He raised the coffee cup in his hand in response, the movement slow and graceful, like a silent ritual.

Qin Yang said: "Good morning, Mr. Falcone.

I am Qin Yang. It is my honor to meet you here. " (End of this chapter)