"Why should you help me?" Falcone asked lightly.

Ziliang sighed helplessly: "Look, this is why I don't like to trade with you, a group of second-rate characters. You know that you can't do many things, but you are still spending time questioning others."

"Second-rate character?" Falcone obviously doesn't like this title very much.

"Yes, you may think you are a very powerful person. In fact, you are indeed very powerful. You control the largest gang in the city, and have gang members with thousands of people under your command. You can live a wealthy life while taking human life. But to be honest, you have always been a second-rate or even third-rate character because no one pays attention to you. Have you ever thought that if Gotham City is a book, 90% of those who read this book will not remember your name... Can you hand me the wine?" Ziliang said.

"Gotham...is a book? Haha, it's such an interesting metaphor. Then I'm very curious. According to you, who will be the protagonist of this city? Director Gordon? Mayor? Or something else?"

"Not all, but those... weird guys." Ziliang muttered.

"wack?"

"Yes, it's those neurasthenia patients with sacks on their heads, burn patients with phobia, and strange guys who have been insomnia all year round and fly around in a cloak at night."

Mr. Falcone seemed to be slightly stunned, and then suddenly smiled: "Haha, I know who you are talking about, but they are not the ones who can be called the protagonist. They are all dead, gone, or are all locked up in the Akom Asylum. Even before they were locked up, the power of those weirdos was not as good as me. They were even focusing on robbing banks."

"You're right, but whether you believe it or not, you're really a second-rate."

"Okay, I've lost interest in this metaphor of yours, so either quickly tell me why you should help me... or die." Mr. Falcone picked up the pistol again, and no one would doubt it. As long as he heard something he was not satisfied with, he would shoot.

Ziliang looked as usual, and he stuffed the last piece of steak into his mouth.

"This is a good question, the reason I help you is because there is someone in Arkham Asylum that I have to rescue."

"Oh? Who do you want to save?"

"I actually don't know this," Ziliang said.

Mr. Falcone's face seemed very bad: "Are you playing tricks on me?" He said, shaking the gun in his hand.

"Of course not." Ziliang began to flip through his notes again: "Oh, this person is the No. 21 death row prisoner. Does anyone under your command know who the No. 21 death row prisoner is?"

"Originally, there should be one, my cousin, but you killed him a few days ago."

Ziliang frowned, looking a little depressed: "Uh, it's so embarrassing."

"Okay, I don't want to talk about his death anymore, so now is the next question, why should I work with you."

Ziliang closed the notes: "Because you should have a few important gang members who are still locked in the Arkham Asylum. You should have succeeded a few days ago, but they failed because of some reason. Now you are eager to work with you inside and outside and rob the prison again..."

"You know a lot...but you want to say... the person who can work with me inside and outside is you?"

Ziliang nodded naturally.

"Then the question is - do you not understand the meaning of the word "inside and outside"?" Mr. Falcone said: "You are sitting in front of me now, how can you cooperate with me?"

Ziliang leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking like he was full and full of food and drink: "Why can't it be? The Arkham Asylum is the most terrible criminals in this city, so if nothing unexpected happens, I will go to the street to do something and send me in tomorrow."

"You want to send yourself to prison?" Mr. Falcone was stunned for a moment: "Hahaha--it's really crazy.

But it's up to you, so let's return to the initial question, why should I believe what you said?"

"You don't need to believe me now, because you don't need to do anything for me, whether it's going to prison, creating riots in prison, finding ways to escape, or finding a way to rush in with guns, all of this is done by me alone.

You can continue eating steak here with peace of mind, or go back and talk to your wife about your cousin, all of which is at your disposal. And the last thing you have to do is wait until I open the door to Arkham Prison, and you rush in with your "Roman Empire" to rescue the people you want to save, or kill the people you want to kill, and you can trust me at this time.

And I just need to find my [Death Prisoner No. 21] to bring him out. It's that simple. I think you should be able to figure out this deal. "Ziliang said slowly, then pointed to the red wine bottle next to Mr. Falcone: "Now, can you give me a sip?"

Falcone stared at the doctor in front of him silently. After a long time, he said, "Ha, I really can't refuse this deal." He then changed his attitude, and at the same time he pushed the bottle of wine at his hand and slid in front of Ziliang.

"You know, you reminded me of someone." Falcone said.

Ziliang grabbed the wine bottle, took a big mouthful of shame, and then smacked his lips: "Who?"

"A madman always wears a purple suit and tells jokes that are not funny all day long... When I think of him, I feel uncomfortable all over." Falcone said, subconsciously twisting his neck: "But fortunately, he is dead, and everyone in Gotham has watched him cremated with his own eyes."

Ziliang smiled inexplicably: "Is that so? That's a pity, but maybe you will see him again in the future."
Chapter completed!