The voice is clear and loud, and every word is like a pearl, round and full.

His eyes were full of respect and politeness, and he looked straight at Falconet without any avoidance.

Falcone approached, his steps light but steady.

With every step he took, the suit he wore swayed slightly with the movement of his body, like a living object.

He looked more interested and said, "Qin Yang? This name is not unfamiliar to me recently.

I hear you've been doing some interesting things in Gotham City."

His eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was examining Qin Yang, with a probing look in his eyes.

His eyebrows are slightly raised, like two small peaks, forming a shallow groove above his eyes.

Qin Yang smiled slightly, and his smile was like a flower blooming in the morning, fresh and charming.

He did not answer directly, but took a sip of coffee, the movement of sipping coffee was elegant and natural.

He raised his head slightly, brought the coffee cup close to his mouth, his lips lightly touched the rim of the cup, and then took a sip of the coffee.

The bitterness and rich aroma of the coffee filled his mouth. He seemed to be savoring the flavor, stirring it gently with the tip of his tongue, feeling every subtle taste of the coffee.

He seemed to be thinking about how to answer this slightly tentative question, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Qin Yang said: "Interesting things? Maybe.

I'm just doing what I think is right, wherever that is."

The voice was calm and firm, as if stating an unshakable fact.

There is a kind of persistence and determination in his eyes, like a burning flame that will not be affected by any external factors.

Falcone nodded in agreement and said, “There are not many people in this city who can stick to their beliefs.

You remind me of myself when I was younger, always so persistent and so desperate. "

The nodding movement was slow and forceful, as if expressing deep approval of Qin Yang's words.

There was a reminiscent look in his eyes, as if he was lost in memories of the past.

His eyes were slightly dazed, as if he was looking into the distant past, where there was his young figure, full of energy and passion.

When Qin Yang heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, his eyes widened slightly, and his pupils contracted slightly.

That hint of surprise was like a ripple on the calm surface of a lake, instantly breaking his originally calm look.

Then he became more focused, and his eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight at Falcone.

He didn't expect that this seemingly cold-blooded gangster godfather would have such a sentimental side.

Qin Yang said: “Mr. Falcone, I deeply admire your words.

In this world full of sin and temptation, it is not easy to maintain one's original heart. "

The voice was full of respect, as if paying tribute to a great predecessor.

There was a look of admiration in his eyes, like a student looking up to his teacher.

Falcone chuckled and said, “Yes, time is unforgiving.

But sometimes, I miss the days when I fought for my dreams and beliefs.

Qin Yang, you don't look like someone who would easily succumb to the status quo."

The chuckle was like a gentle breeze blowing across the dock in the early morning. There was an appreciation in his eyes, as if he was looking at a precious work of art.

She leaned forward slightly, as if she was more interested in Qin Yang.

Dust particles danced in the light that streamed in through a small window on the side.

Falcone's shadow was stretched out by the dim light and projected onto the mottled wall behind him.

His neat suit seemed somewhat out of place in this slightly shabby environment; the lines of the suit outlined his sturdy figure, and the silk tie at the collar gleamed with a low-key luster in the dim light.

Falcone looked at Qin Yang in front of him with deep eyes, and slowly said: "Qin Yang, your courage and determination impress me.

We need more people like you in this city."

Having said that, Falcone paused for a moment, his eyes seeming to recall the chaos in Gotham.

The streets of Gotham, those dilapidated buildings, the alleys that smelled of rot, and the police lights that flashed at night.

“In this Gotham full of sin and darkness, every corner is like a black hole that swallows up hope.

And you, Qin Yang, are like a faint but tenacious light. "

His voice was a little tired, but also full of sincere admiration for Qin Yang.

"Perhaps, we can work together to bring some positive changes to Gotham."

When Qin Yang heard this, his heart was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

He stood there, the wind coming in through the cracks in the shabby window, gently blowing the hair on his forehead.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the pros and cons of working with Falcone.

He knew that although Falcone had his own power in Gotham, he was also deeply mired in the darkness of the city.

He knew very well what cooperation with Falconet meant. It was an adventure, like walking on a tightrope. If he was not careful, he could fall into the abyss.

But at the same time, he also saw this as a rare opportunity, an opportunity that could change the fate of Gotham.

Qin Yang's eyes became firm. He raised his head, looked straight into Falconet's eyes, and said, "Cooperation? It would be my honor.

But I also hope that our cooperation can be based on mutual respect and understanding, and that we can work together for the future of Gotham.”

The voice was steady and powerful, as if he was making a solemn promise to Falcone.

Falcone nodded, his movements slow and solemn.

His thick eyebrows raised slightly, and a few shallow wrinkles appeared on his forehead.

“Of course, this is the basis for cooperation.

Qin Yang, I look forward to witnessing the changes in Gotham City with you."

The words echoed in the silent room, as if carrying an unquestionable power.

Qin Yang's expression became serious and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he was suppressing some emotion deep in his heart.

His eyes became deeper, and he said in a low and serious voice: "Mr. Falcone, I know you are worried about the situation in Gotham recently. The rise of super criminals and the emergence of new criminal methods have put the order of this city in jeopardy."

Qin Yang began to pace in the room, his footsteps sounded particularly clear in the silence.

His hands clenched and unclenched unconsciously, and the horrific scenes on the streets of Gotham emerged in his mind.

Those super criminals wearing strange masks wreaked havoc on the streets, innocent citizens ran away, and the sound of sirens and people's screams were intertwined. (End of this chapter)