The Penguin is undoubtedly the best businessman in Gotham City. After he was arrested, he quickly established his own intelligence network and went between prison guards and prisoners. From the beginning, he sold some gossip, to the contracting of all beer, drinks, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds and playing cards in the Arkham Asylum. In the end, even some prison guards called him Mr. Copper. Anyway, in just half a year, he became the most powerful prisoner in the Arkham Asylum...

How powerful is he?

To give a few examples, he had two fresh live fish for each meal, his cell was covered with a good carpet, he had his own phonograph and a monthly update disc, and his cigars were more expensive than the Warden of Quincy.

Yes, Penguin is such a true businessman. In his eyes, as long as he is a human, he will fall into the abyss of interests. Whether you buy arms in Gotham City or sell your butt in Arkham Asylum, in short, as long as you have something to do, he can settle your accounts clearly.

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So let’s talk less, four hours later, that is, lunch time.

Ziliang sat alone at a table. Since the muscle spasm had not completely relieved, he could only slowly tear the bread slices.

As for why I changed dinner to slices of bread... Of course, it is because slices of bread do not use tableware.

The prisoner who was in shock with a spoon had not woken up yet, so no one knew how long the ban on tableware would last, but some well-informed people said that the Logistics Department had purchased various flavors of butter and jam overnight... tons of that. This news is undoubtedly a huge bad news for the prisoners in the Arkham Asylum, but amazingly, few people seem to pay attention to this matter...

Because at this moment, something more eye-catching is happening in the asylum.

That is, the Penguin walked out of his luxurious cell, came to the cafeteria in the third prison area in person, and sat down opposite Ziliang's dining table. This means that the Penguin thought that the newcomer was a troublesome person, and the troubles... naturally, it had to be sorted out.

"Hello... Ziliang." said the Penguin.

His voice is very gentlemanly. If you close your eyes, you will never imagine that he is just a congenital deformity of less than 1.5 meters.

"My name is Oswald Chesterfield Copper. You can call me Mr. Copper."

Ziliang looked at the guy in front of him who was no higher than the table... slowly stuffed a loaf of bread into his mouth. Although he didn't say anything, he could clearly feel that his eyes, which seemed to be empty forever, had a little energy.

"Well, I know you are a very smart person, and people like you won't say much before they know me thoroughly, but I still have to show my purpose." The Penguin smiled and said, "You are so silly as a newcomer. It's because of you, we all have to eat bread slices for a month, so I think we should remind you that Arkham Asylum is a warm and friendly place. If you keep making trouble like this, it may cause trouble. You know what I mean, right?"

After saying this, the Penguin immediately calmed down and stared at Ziliang, waiting for an answer.

"Uh..." Ziliang swallowed the bread in his mouth: "Although you speak politely, why do I think that as long as I give an answer that you don't like to hear, the brothers behind you will immediately tear me?"

He said casually, and pointed at the strong men sitting outside the table without hesitation with his chin.

The Penguin was slightly stunned: "So... you have already seen it... Haha, is it because you remembered all the faces in the entire prison on the day you were imprisoned?"

"I'm not that diligent." Ziliang said lazily: "Although those who are not from you, the people around him are staring at you, and they are just staring at those people. This is too obvious."

The Penguin nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, your observation ability is very keen, and as far as I know, careful people like you should be very conscious of the current affairs, so..."

"So how long have you been to Arkham Asylum?" Ziliang suddenly took over the conversation.

The Penguin frowned slightly: "What are you doing with this?"

"Nothing, I just want to ask. If I was right, you knew before you came to see me that I was arrested for and why I was sent to the medical office, otherwise you wouldn't have sat here." Ziliang said: "You should find out everything after I entered Arkham, but I just knew your name, which is unfair."

"Hahaha-very good, I'm a businessman, my favorite word is fairness, so I can also re-introduce myself." The Penguin said:

"You already know my name. I also have a very annoying nickname called 'Penguin'. The person I have killed the most in my life is the person who called this nickname in front of me. I was imprisoned in the Arkham Asylum eight years ago, for the crime of selling arms, and I can tell you clearly that I hate the uneasy prison life, so from this second, if I hear you cause any trouble for me, I will break your limbs and tie your face to the toilet to the toilet."

"You are so disgusting." When Ziliang heard the last passage, he revealed a noticeable disgusting expression: "But no matter what, you are the only person I have seen in the Arkham Asylum in the past few days... So, I want to make a deal with you."

The Penguin frowned even more. He was originally here to warn the newcomer to be more honest, but as he spoke, the man named Ziliang actually raised the topic to make a deal with him.

Although he was very disgusted with this kind of dialogue that deviated from the main line,... Since he encountered a deal, there was no reason not to listen to it, right? This should be considered an occupational disease.

"Okay, let's talk." The Penguin said professionally crossing his two fat hands on the table.

"I want to know...what happened 8 years ago?" Ziliang's lazy voice became a little more serious.

The penguin's expression did not fluctuate at all, but he stared at Ziliang and didn't say a word for a long time.

A few seconds passed like this... "Hahaha-It seems that I underestimated you. I know what you want to ask. I know more or less about that matter. So the question is, what are your bargaining chips?"

"Barring chips~" Ziliang muttered: "In a few days, I will bring you with me when I demolish this prison. How about it?"
Chapter completed!