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Chapter 68 The Penguin's Ambition
Chapter 68 The Penguin's Ambition
How do you recruit someone with the intelligence of a two or three-year-old, but with considerable potential, as a subordinate?
The simplest answer is fried chicken, hamburgers, maple syrup, and cheese slices.
These are Solomon Grandi's four favorite foods for the future.
It's almost to the point that just smelling its scent can instantly transform it from a volatile creature into a docile behemoth.
Of course, Solomon Grandi, with the intelligence of only two or three years old, didn't know what it meant to be bribed; all he knew was that it was a friendship that excited him and filled his stomach.
Its meager intelligence tells it that it must cherish and protect this friendship.
So it followed Lucas's advice and met a man named Oswald.
When Oswald witnessed Solomon Grandi emerging from the swamp, he turned deathly pale and trembled with fear. The pampered life he had painstakingly cultivated over the past two days vanished instantly.
If it weren't for that mysterious figure watching him from behind, Oswald would have sworn on the Copport family name that he would have turned and run away.
"Mr. Oswald, this is Solomon Grundy. If you encounter any problems that you can't solve while I'm away from Gotham, you can seek his help."
Lucas said calmly, "Of course, Solomon has always had a bad temper, so you'll need to show him enough sincerity and patience."
Upon hearing this, the penguin's thin body trembled in fright.
He pursed his lips, swallowed hard, and shakily climbed up from the wet mud: "Your Excellency, you—you can rest assured, I will definitely handle the relationship with Solomon well."
After saying that, he suddenly realized something: "Sir, are you leaving Gotham?"
"This place can't completely distract me."
Lucas glanced at Oswald and said calmly.
He didn't believe that this notorious traitor in Gotham would betray him, especially after he had demonstrated all sorts of inhuman methods.
However, Lucas has always been a cautious person.
He hates all trouble.
Even if this trouble is nothing to him.
Therefore, by winning over Solomon, he could ensure the smooth progress of his deal with Oswald and indirectly guarantee the Penguins' loyalty.
Oswald lowered his head silently, feeling both excited and somewhat disappointed.
He was excited because he could soon create a new order for Gotham's underworld entirely according to his own ideas.
The disappointment stemmed from the fact that this mysterious being's trust in him had clearly not yet reached the point of complete confidence.
However, Oswald quickly composed himself.
Everyone in Gotham is calling him a traitor behind his back, but he's determined to show them that he doesn't want to be two-faced; it's just that before meeting this person, he hasn't encountered anyone worthy of his complete loyalty.
Oswald was always confident in his abilities, but what were those people making him do? Umbrella boy, waiter, dishwasher—
Those old families who had dominated Gotham for decades, resting on their laurels and looking down on his limping figure,
They mocked his humble origins and never placed Oswald on an equal footing.
He acknowledged that Falcone's leader was indeed the godfather of Gotham.
The other side ruled Gotham for over forty years, nearly half a century, influencing countless people who followed and single-handedly creating Gotham's current dark order.
But he is old.
The heirs of the Falcone family are clearly unable to carry the banner in Carmine's hands.
The eldest son, Alberto, is paranoid and pathological, seeking his father's approval only through bloodshed. His methods are cruel but lack intelligence; he has no idea what principles should guide him in the darkness.
Unless you possess the personal ability to suppress everything, never think of gaining your subordinates' respect through brutal killing.
Extreme fear can backfire!
The second son, Mario, is even more outrageous. He actually wants to clean up the family business in Gotham, a hellish place where even the ground can't be wiped clean. It would be more realistic for him to start over.
As for the second daughter, Sophia, she seems to be the one who most resembles Carmine.
But let's talk about it first, when the other party can stand out from those two brothers and gain the recognition of the Falcone family.
"Your Excellency, rest assured, I will make your name resound throughout Gotham." Composing himself, the Penguin once again expressed his loyalty.
Lucas gave the other person a deep look: "It wasn't me, it was you."
Oswald was completely stunned.
He opened his mouth, but his usual eloquence and quick wit were completely useless at this moment, and he had no idea how to answer.
Because he didn't quite understand what the sentence meant.
Is this an acknowledgment of him, or a denial of him?
Unfortunately, Lucas clearly didn't have the habit of explaining things to a subordinate.
The weather had been clear for less than a day when dark clouds once again blanketed Gotham, and a continuous cold rain began to fall from 3 p.m.
Before Lucas could get his sliced beef tenderloin with black truffle and deep-dish pizza from a restaurant called Park Ribs two miles away, Bruce Wayne arrived instead.
Of course, it's impossible for Butler to be absent from the teenage Batman's side.
Bruce breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Lucas was still in his hotel.
He was very worried that he would be unable to contact this mysterious person.
"The air here makes me feel alive." Lucas sat lazily on the black chaise lounge, an animated series called "Grey Ghost" playing on the television.
"What, it seems you've already made a discovery?" Lucas said calmly, looking at Bruce.
"Yes." Bruce poured himself a glass of water, gulped it down his burning throat, and immediately spoke:
:
"Pine Forest Farm is not a charity project at all, but an illegal human weaponization experiment site under the group's name."
My father discovered the truth and forcibly shut it down, which led to his death.
The mastermind behind all of this, the one who killed my parents, was codenamed "The Philosopher."
As if remembering something, Bruce immediately added, "On our way back from the investigation, we also found a victim named Karen. She was among the first victims, and her left hand was modified into a metal claw. She was the only witness who could identify the philosopher, but the police arrested her on the way back, and she may be put in Arkham Asylum."
"What should I do?" Bruce couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
He finally managed to uncover clues about his parents' murder, but the process was fraught with difficulties. There was always an invisible force hindering his investigation, which made him angry and helpless at the same time.
"Young Master, this is not your fault," Afu said, stepping forward.
He also didn't think his old friend's death would be so simple, but he never expected the secrets involved to be so complicated.
Bruce shook his head, his face extremely grave: "I just can't imagine how dark the other unseen corners of Gotham must be if even Wayne Enterprises, which operates under the guise of charity, has been infiltrated by darkness!!"