There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 30 You've been fooled, you idiot!

Reus lowered his head in fear, his Adam's apple bobbing. The pressure emanating from Maroni, so close to him, was simply too intense. He couldn't even imagine how Oswald could withstand it; if he were in Oswald's position, he would probably have been so frightened that he would have knelt down on the spot.

Reus overestimated Oswald; the latter was merely putting on a brave face.

"Boss, I don't know what you're talking about..."

Oswald's cheeks twitched as he gave Maroni an extremely ugly smile.

boom!

Gunshots suddenly rang out.

Another leader was shot dead by Maroni, only managing to let out a muffled groan before dying.

Oswald was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thud, repeatedly kissing the surface of Maroni's shoes:

"Harvey Dent...he...he came to see me a few days ago, but I didn't say anything!"

"Really? That's quite surprising!" Maroni frowned from the shadows. The other party seemed to have succumbed to intimidation, but in reality, he was cleverly changing the subject.

Trying to fool me with this clumsy trick? That timid little penguin has grown up!

Maroni felt the game was gradually becoming more interesting.

Boom!

Two more gunshots rang out, and the two remaining Falcone traitors fell into pools of blood.

At this point, Maroney's plan to investigate manpower using the "fake Harvey" was basically complete.

Except for the small, thin figure kneeling in front of me.

"Little penguin... oh no, perhaps I should call you Mr. Oswald." He crouched down and gently tapped Oswald's face with the hot barrel of his gun.

"Please, say what I want to hear."

"I..." Oswald's body trembled violently; he seemed to be crying from fright. "I... I did contact Mr. Falcone, and he asked us to secretly collect evidence of your crimes and hand it over to Harvey Dent, but I swear, I never betrayed you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Maroni suddenly went berserk.

He grabbed Oswald by the collar, lifted him high, and slammed him down, followed by a brutal and inhumane series of stomps.

Amidst the pitiful howls, the remaining leaders huddled together like frightened birds.

No one had ever seen Maroney like this before. At this moment, the old fox finally took off his gorgeous fur coat, and what everyone saw was a large, scarred rat that had crawled out of the stinking sewers of Gotham's Lower District.

……

Looking out the window of the intensive care unit at the dark sky, a bolt of lightning streaked across the horizon, and a torrential downpour descended upon Gotham in the dead of night.

Qin Wei felt anxious and irritable, flipping through the comics again and again.

Several times, faint patterns appeared in the comics, only to fade away immediately. He guessed that Oswald must be going through a difficult test, and his life or death depended on the other party's choice.

"Forget it, what's the use of worrying? It won't help at all."

Qin Wei clicked his tongue, stuffed the comic back into his pocket, and decided that he should worry about Dick rather than Oswald.

The boy had just undergone surgery. The doctor removed the bullet that had pierced his internal organs, but it couldn't completely pull him back from the brink of death. Whether he could survive the night was entirely up to fate.

As soon as Qin Wei turned around, he was surprised to find an old man standing by Dick's bedside.

The old man was tall and thin, with a face that resembled that of someone from the Middle East. Dressed in a black training uniform, his white hair and beard gave him a ramrod-like posture. At that moment, he placed his hand on Dick's forehead, closing his eyes and sensing something.

"May I ask who you are?" Qin Wei asked cautiously, vaguely sensing that the other party's identity was not simple.

The old man turned his head upon hearing this, and his pupils trembled slightly upon seeing Qin Wei's face:

"It's you? Your injury has healed?"

A wound? Qin Wei recalled the cut on his abdomen when he first transmigrated.

He was about to ask something further when the old man withdrew his gaze.

"I misjudged you; you are not him. And it makes sense, how could such a severe injury possibly heal?"

It's the Riddlers again! Can't you Riddlers just get out of Gotham?!

Qin Wei was speechless. First it was Dr. Hugo, and now this old man. It seemed like they all knew his identity, but they just kept quiet. It was really frustrating.

"This child will get better, and I might come back again later."

After saying this, the old man was about to push open the door and leave when Qin Wei hurriedly chased after him.

Just as his hand was about to touch the other man's shoulder, the old man suddenly turned around, and at the same time, his lightning-fast fist struck towards his abdomen.

Qin Wei had no time to react, but his body instinctively dodged, twisting his waist and hips to avoid the attack.

The old man's brow twitched, and a complex light flashed in his eyes, a mixture of shock, surprise, and a touch of loneliness and helplessness.

"It seems he succeeded, in another way."

After saying this, the old man disappeared into the dark corridor, leaving Qin Wei standing there dumbfounded.

……

Maroni's usually meticulously combed slicked-back hair was now disheveled, and the buttons on his vest had come undone. He grabbed Oswald's bloodied hair and shoved the gun barrel into his mouth.

"Fuck Oswald! I need to know that man's plan, how he killed Charlie and framed Dodge, tell me, tell me now!!!"

"Boss..." Oswald opened his mouth, and blood gushed out. "I...I don't know...I don't know what you're talking about."

Upon hearing this, the flame in Maroni's eyes gradually died down.

He frowned, his eyes filled with doubt.

Could it be that I guessed wrong? There was no conspiracy or trickery at all, and I was just overthinking things?

His resolve began to waver. He could frighten Dodge into kneeling and begging for mercy with just a glance, and the little penguin was known for being cowardly and greedy. He didn't believe the latter could still grit his teeth under his coercion and enticement.

Am I just overthinking things?

"Gentlemen, I must admit a mistake. I wronged Mr. Oswald." He stood up, smoothed his hair, and put his gun back in its holster.

"You must be very curious about what happened. I will explain everything to you in the next part. You will then know that the four bastards who died tonight were all people planted by Falcone among us, secretly trying to bring us down."

He clapped his hands, and the study door opened.

The bodyguards filed in and skillfully cleaned up the body, then carried in a huge black plastic bag.

The moment the plastic bag appeared, an unbearable stench of corpses filled the room.

If he could, Maroni wouldn't want to waste so much time on words. He consolidated his rule through violence, but violence is not indiscriminate killing; if he didn't explain anything, his men would lose heart.

Therefore, he must give a reason for doing so.

Listening to Maroni's endless ramblings, Oswald wiped the blood from his face and let out a barely audible sneer from deep in his throat.

You've been fooled, you idiot!