There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 4 In Gotham, there are two types of people you should avoid.

As night falls and the city lights begin to illuminate the night, the Roman casino, shaped like a lion's head, slowly opens its gaping maw.

A variety of guests came and went, with beautiful shoulders and hips, and elegant gentlemen. Looking at the jewelry and watches that glittered in the lights, Qin Wei, whose back ached from standing, thought of a song lyric.

At the dance party at my alma mater eighteen years ago, I stood there like a lackey.

He's not like a lackey now, he is.

"Wei, relax! We're not here to stand guard."

Oswald produced two glasses of champagne from somewhere and handed one to Qin Wei.

His happiness was very simple; he could raise his eyebrows excitedly just by seeing a beautiful woman pass by.

"Don't assume we should serve these people just because they're dressed expensively. In reality, we all do pretty much the same things, and these guys may even have more blood on their hands than we have."

Oswald took a sip of champagne.

"To correct you, it's more than 'me,' after all, you're a wonderful person like Jesus!"

"I will kill if necessary," Qin Wei retorted, somewhat displeased with the other party's sarcastic tone.

"When necessary? You have no idea what 'when necessary' means." Oswald smiled and raised an eyebrow. "It's common knowledge that there are two types of people in Gotham that you'd better not mess with, but if you absolutely must, then you should be prepared to kill them."

"The first type is the drunkard."

Qin Wei felt this deeply.

His father was an alcoholic. Every time he drank a little, he would beat his father without restraint. When he was a child, he couldn't beat his father and could only endure it. It wasn't until he was seventeen that he couldn't bear it anymore and kicked the old man into the ICU for a week. Only then did the bastard learn how to "restrain himself".

After hearing Qin Wei's story, Oswald laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"In some ways, you're much fiercer than me! If I had the chance to do my life all over again, I would definitely do what you did and kick that bastard twice."

"So, it's best not to mess with the second type of person?" Qin Wei didn't want to talk about his father anymore and took the initiative to change the subject.

To everyone's surprise, Oswald's face darkened at this point. He tilted his head back, took a big gulp of wine, and then wiped his lips hard.

"To be precise, it was one person, the former leader of the Red Hood gang. He was a complete madman who, knowing he was wanted by the Romans, still dared to disguise himself and sneak into Monsieur Falcone's house alone."

"He's not dead?"

"He was strapped with remote-controlled bombs and had Mr. Falcone under control, so no one dared to make a move."

Qin Wei seemed to be deep in thought. He felt that the guy Oswald was talking about looked a lot like a certain famous villain.

"And then?"

"He took Mr. Falcone hostage and drove away. The abandoned vehicle and Mr. Falcone were eventually found in North Harbor."

"Completely intact? Then why did he kidnap someone?"

"Perhaps it was just for fun; we'd better not speculate on what the madman is thinking. Mr. Falcone is unharmed, but the madman has put a bomb vest on him."

"The pin on the bomb vest was connected to the car door handle by a thin rope, and the five-minute countdown began when Mr. Maroni arrived and opened the door."

"At that moment, the madman called and told Mr. Maroni that if he wanted to save the BOSS, he had to cut off his own left hand. Of course, he could also do nothing and wait for the bomb to explode, so that he could rightfully ascend the throne of the Roman Empire."

At this point in the story, Qin Wei was basically certain that the other person was the Joker.

"I guess Maroney chose to stand by and watch them die, and it turned out the bomb was fake."

Based on the Joker's personality, Qin Wei came to this conclusion.

Oswald raised an eyebrow in surprise; his expression said it all.

A nerve cutter and a manipulator of human nature, the Joker may not be the smartest villain in Gotham, but he is definitely the one who understands human nature the most. Only by doing so can he achieve the best dramatic effect and alienate the top two leaders of the Romans.

……

Once all the guests had entered, the two men's conversation came to an end.

Another group was responsible for casino security. Richie's faction was also Maroni's men, and their leader, Richie Panton, was much more senior than Oswald.

The comic book explained Richie's fate: first, his right hand was broken by Batman at the dock, then he angered Dr. Hugo by chasing after debts, and finally he was torn in two by a cyborg.

But Richie, whose right hand should have been wrapped in a plaster cast, appeared perfectly fine in front of Qin Wei. It seems that there really is no Batman in Gotham City in this world.

Surrounded by a group of followers, Richie walked toward Oswald with a loud laugh.

"Hey, look who's here! Our little..."

He reached out to touch Oswald's hair, which was covered in hair gel, but his outstretched hand was slapped away by the latter.

"I advise you not to use that damn nickname!"

奥斯瓦尔德铁青着脸，努力地昂着脑袋，但他毕竟身高只有5尺6（约170cm），和6尺2的（约188cm）里奇紧挨着就仿佛一个和家长吵架的倔脾气小孩。

"If you don't want to call, then don't. By the way, what did Mr. Maroni call you here for? Are you in charge of security? I think we're enough here."

Ricky Panton threw out a suggestion, and his underling, Carlo, immediately picked up the conversation.

"Mr. Maronny must be worried that there's a thief hiding under the gambling table. We might not be able to spot him, but Mr. Oswald can see him without even bending down!"

Oswald bit his lip and suddenly let out a long breath. He stopped his companion who wanted to argue with him and smiled at Richie for the first time in his life.

"You're right. If we divide the work and cooperate, I'm sure we can complete this mission successfully."

But just after Richie left laughing, his face darkened as if turning the pages of a book.

"Wei, let's patrol the second floor!"

……

In a toilet stall on the second floor, Oswald kicked the toilet furiously to vent his anger, only stopping when the tiles shattered and the water pipe burst.

He had a long-standing grudge against Richie.

When Oswald first joined the Romans, he was Ritchie's underling, a complete scoundrel who bullied his men at will, with the short Oswald being the first to suffer.

Not only did he give him a disgusting nickname, but beating and kicking him were commonplace for him.

This is perhaps why Oswald treats his subordinates well; he doesn't want to become a scumbag like Richie.

After venting his anger, he carefully tucked his disheveled long hair behind his ears amidst the misty spray.

"Wei, I want to kill Richie. Do you have any good ideas?" The young man gritted his teeth, the murderous intent in his eyes growing even brighter as the lights went out.

"You're asking me? I've never even killed a chicken. All I can do is curse him for you; I hope he doesn't live past tonight."

Qin Wei responded absentmindedly.

The game had been going on for a while, and Dr. Hugo and the three cyborgs could come at any moment, but he still hadn't figured out a way to get Oswald out of the way.

Just as he was racking his brains, Oswald gestured for him to be quiet.

"Shh! Did you hear that? There's noise coming from Mr. Maroney's room next door!"