I believe that Gotham's future should be determined by its residents, not by a select few."

Qin Yang's eyes were filled with determination and resoluteness. His gaze was like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky, looking straight at Falconet.

He stood in the slightly dim room, and the wooden floor under his feet creaked slightly, as if to support his words.

On the surrounding walls hung some old maps of Gotham City and family portraits, and the characters in those portraits seemed to be silently watching this conversation.

His voice echoed in the silent room with an unquestionable power, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth after careful consideration.

Falcone nodded in agreement and said, “Your point of view coincides with mine.

But facing such a powerful enemy, it may be difficult for the two of us to shake its foundation."

Falcone sat at the huge carved wooden table, his chair creaking slightly.

His hands were casually placed on the armrests, and his fingers tapped rhythmically, making a tut-tut sound, as if he was thinking about something.

His eyes were slightly narrowed with a hint of worry in his gaze, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like ravines carved by time, each of which told of the vicissitudes he had experienced in the dark city of Gotham.

He was wearing a finely tailored black suit with a dark red bow tie at his collar. The tie was tied meticulously, exuding a low-key and luxurious luster under the dim light.

Qin Yang smiled slightly, and then he said: "Mr. Falcone, don't forget that Gotham has never lacked brave and resourceful people.

As long as we can unite all the forces that can be united and expose the true face of the Court of Owls, we can inspire their resistance.

Moreover, I know some weaknesses within the court that we can exploit to deal a fatal blow to them.”

There was a sense of confidence in Qin Yang's smile. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a row of white and neat teeth.

He stood straight as a tall pine tree, with his back as straight as a ruler.

His hands hung naturally at both sides of his body, and he clenched his fists slightly from time to time, as if to encourage himself.

His white shirt stood out in the dim light, with the cuffs neatly rolled up, revealing the muscular lines of his forearms.

Her hair was combed meticulously, and every strand seemed to have been carefully groomed, emitting a faint luster in the dim light.

The atmosphere was tense and subtle.

Carmine Falconet sat behind a carved wooden table, looking sharply at Qin Yang sitting opposite him.

His gaze was like a sharp scalpel, as if wanting to peel off Qin Yang's exterior and reach deep into his heart.

There was scrutiny, suspicion and a hint of expectation in his eyes.

He leaned forward slightly, bringing his face closer to the table, and the exquisite carvings on the table seemed to have lost their luster under his face.

His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, forming a small "川" character, as if he was constantly weighing the pros and cons of Qin Yang's words in his mind.

Qin Yang seemed calm and composed, with a faint smile on his lips, as if everything was under his control.

His eyes were as calm as water, without the slightest trace of panic.

He just stood there quietly, his feet firmly on the ground, as if they had taken root.

His breathing was steady and rhythmic, and every breath was like a silent conversation with the air around him.

His shoulders were relaxed, without a trace of tension, and his whole body exuded a calm yet powerful aura.

Falconet said in a low voice with a hint of doubt: "Qin Yang, your statements are indeed shocking. But it is hard for me to fully believe your one-sided statement.

The Court of Owls is one of the most mysterious legends in Gotham. How do you prove what you said? "Falcone's voice echoed in the room, as low as thunder.

His lips were slightly pursed into a tight straight line, and every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat.

His eyes were fixed on Qin Yang, with a majesty that could not be deceived.

His hands moved unconsciously on the table, his fingers sliding across the texture of the table, as if looking for some answer.

Qin Yang smiled slightly and continued randomly: "Mr. Falcone, I understand your concerns.

But allow me to use the information gap to build a clearer picture for you.

You know, there are secrets hidden in every corner of Gotham City, and I happen to have some information that even the court may not know."

There was a hint of cunning in Qin Yang's smile, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, like a fox seeing through its prey.

The hands are gently clasped in front of the body, with the fingers intertwined and the movements are elegant and natural.

He moved his feet lightly, and his leather shoes made a slight friction sound on the wooden floor. The sound was particularly clear in the silent room.

He looked up at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling. The crystal pendants on the chandelier refracted colorful light under the light, as if adding some mystery to his words.

Qin Yang paused, observed Falcone's reaction, and then continued.

Qin Yang's gaze was fixed on Falconet's expression. His eyes were like two sophisticated scanners, not missing any slight changes on the other's face.

He leaned slightly towards Falcone, as if trying to close the distance between them and allow his words to reach the other's ears more directly.

Qin Yang said: "For example, the recent escapes of super criminals may seem to be the result of police negligence, but in fact, the Court of Owls is behind them.

They use their influence to open doors for criminals at critical moments as a means of testing Gotham's defenses.

I got this information by chance from a marginal figure in the court.”

As Qin Yang spoke, he recalled the scene in his mind.

A glimmer of recollection flashed in his eyes, and that light was like the twinkling of distant stars.

His voice became deeper, as if he was telling a dark, untold story.

His body language also became more vivid, and he gestured in the air with his hands, as if describing the scene at the time.

His fingers moved flexibly, as if they were the trajectories of the criminals fleeing under his command.

Upon hearing this, Falcone frowned, obviously thinking about the truthfulness of Qin Yang's words.

The eyebrows were like two tangled caterpillars, forming a deep groove under the forehead.

His eyes were full of confusion and thought, and his gaze wandered around the room, as if he was looking for some evidence to support or refute Qin Yang's words.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words back.

His hands tightly grasped the armrests of the chair, and his fingers turned white from the force. (End of this chapter)