Chapter 6, Partners

Ziliang grabbed the bottle and took a big swig in a rather undignified manner, then smacked his lips and said, "Who?"

"Alright, I have lost interest in your metaphor, so either you quickly tell me why you want to help me... or just die." Mr. Falcone picked up the handgun again, and who wouldn't suspect that as soon as he hears something he is not satisfied with, he would pull the trigger

Yes, those are the neurotic patients with bags over their heads, the burn victims suffering from choice phobia, and the strange individuals who have insomnia year-round and fly around at night draped in cloaks

Of course not. Ziliang began to flip through his notebook again: "Oh, this person is inmate number 21. Do you have anyone under you who knows who inmate number 21 is?"

Gotham ... ... is a book? Hehe, what an interesting metaphor. I am quite curious, according to your statement, who would be the protagonist of this city? Commissioner Gordon? The Mayor? Or someone else?

You seem to know quite a lot... However, are you trying to say... that the person who can work with me both inside and out is you?

Ziliang sighed helplessly: "You see, this is why I dislike making deals with you second-rate characters. Many things you clearly know you cannot accomplish, yet you still spend time questioning others."

Ziliang closed his notes: "Because you should still have a few important gang members locked up in Arkham Asylum, you were supposed to have succeeded a few days ago, but for some reason, you failed. Now you urgently need someone who can coordinate with you from the inside and outside to carry out another jailbreak..."

"Are you going to send yourself to prison?" Mr. Falcone was taken aback for a moment: "Hahaha—this is truly insane. But it's up to you. Now, let us return to the initial question: why should I believe what you are saying?"

Then the question arises—do you not quite understand the meaning of the term 'internal and external cooperation'? Mr. Falcone said: 'You are sitting right in front of me, how can you cooperate internally and externally with me?'

Alright, I no longer wish to discuss his death, so now we move on to the next question: why should I collaborate with you

Indeed, you may think of yourself as a remarkable individual, and in fact, you are quite formidable, controlling the largest gang in the entire city, with thousands of gang members under your command, living a wealthy life while disregarding human life. However, to be honest, you have always been a second-rate, if not third-rate, character, because no one pays attention to you. Have you ever considered that if Gotham City were a book, 90% of the readers would not remember your name... Could you pass me the drink?" Ziliang said.

"Do you know, you reminded me of someone," said Falcone

You do not need to believe anything I say right now, because you do not need to do anything for me, whether it is entering prison, causing a disturbance in prison, looking for ways to escape, or finding a route that allows you to enter armed and loaded. All of this will be handled by me alone

A madman, always dressed in a purple suit, spends his days telling jokes that are not funny at all... Just thinking about him makes me feel uncomfortable all over," said Falcone, instinctively twisting his neck. "But it's a relief that he is dead; everyone in Gotham witnessed his cremation.

Ziliang appeared to be calm, as he stuffed the last piece of steak into his mouth

This is a good question. The reason I am helping you is that there is someone in Arkham Asylum whom I must rescue

He mentioned ... ...

Falcone silently stared at the doctor in front of him for a long time, then said, "Ha, this deal is truly one I cannot refuse." He then underwent a significant change in attitude, pushing the bottle of wine beside him forward, sliding it to Ziliang.

"Second-rate character?" Falcone clearly does not like this title

As for me, I simply need to find my "Death Row Inmate No. 21" and bring him out, it's that simple. I believe you can understand this transaction clearly. " Ziliang said slowly, then pointed to the bottle of red wine next to Mr. Falcone: "Now, can you pour me a glass?

Ziliang smiled inexplicably and said, "Is that so? What a pity. However, you might still see him in the future."

"What gives you the right to help me?" Falcone asked淡淡.

Mr. Falcone's complexion seemed quite poor: "Are you messing with me?" he said, swaying the gun in his hand

"It is not any of them, but those... strange people," Ziliang mumbled

You can continue to enjoy your steak here at ease, or you may return and have a good talk with your wife about your cousin; it is entirely up to you. What you ultimately need to do is wait until I open the gates of Arkham Asylum, at which point you can charge in with your 'Roman Empire,' rescue those you wish to save, or eliminate those you wish to kill. You can choose to trust me at that moment.

Ziliang frowned slightly, appearing somewhat dejected: "Uh, this is really awkward"

Mr. Falcone seemed to be momentarily taken aback, then suddenly laughed: "Hehe, I know who you are referring to, but they cannot be considered protagonists. They are all dead now, disappeared, or locked away in Arkham Asylum. Even before they were confined, the influence of those oddities was far inferior to mine; they were even focused on petty crimes like bank robbery."

Oh? Who do you want to save

Ziliang nodded as a matter of course

There was originally supposed to be one, that is my cousin, but you killed him a few days ago

Freak

You are right, but whether you believe it or not, you are truly a second-rate.

"This ... ... actually, I don't know either," Ziliang said

Ziliang lazily leaned against the back of the chair, looking quite satisfied: "Why not? Arkham Asylum houses the most terrifying criminals in this city, so if nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow I can just do something random on the street and get myself sent in."