American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The food was quickly brought up, the plating was exquisite, and the aroma was enticing. Even simple toast was made incredibly artistic by the chef.

Qi Shan leisurely enjoyed the meal, occasionally praising the caviar and the three beauties.

Cobblepot didn't say anything and even opened a bottle of fine red wine to accompany the meal.

While eating, the two chatted idly.

Cobblepot was very curious about Qi Shan's identity and quite interested in his methods from last night, subtly inquiring several times. However, Qi Shan lightly brushed them aside, avoiding direct answers.

After a few rounds of wine, the conversation gradually turned to the main topic.

"I've made some inquiries, and it seems that Mr. Cobblepot has the best reputation in the circle. Not only does my subordinate say so, but the bartender at the Golden Bell Bar also says the same.

However, the amount I'm dealing with this time is quite large. I wonder if Mr. Cobblepot can handle it."

The Penguin chuckled: "Mr. Qi doesn't need to worry about that. After so many years in this business, I still have a little something at home.

No matter how large the amount, I won't be overwhelmed by a mere transaction.

However, your actions this time are quite significant, alarming many high society figures. Taking on this deal will require me to withstand a great deal of risk.

Therefore, the handling fee may be a little higher. I hope you don't mind!"

"How much?"

"70%!" The Penguin smiled sincerely.

Qi Shan's smile paused for a moment, then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Indeed, every tycoon is not a simple person. I haven't seen it anywhere else, but Mr. Cobblepot's lion's opening is quite impressive!"

"You don't agree?" The Penguin looked relaxed, seemingly certain that Qi Shan would agree.

The bodyguards hidden in the shadows silently stepped forward and surrounded Qi Shan's table.

Qi Shan shook his head: "Money means nothing to me. Not to mention 70%, even 100% is fine. The question is, what will you exchange for it?"

"How about your life?" The Penguin chuckled, slowly standing up and spreading his arms. "Hand over the vault, and I'll let you live.

Speaking of which, I've been a bit troubled lately. The police department inexplicably drafted a crackdown plan, which has damaged my reputation.

I didn't expect you to suddenly jump out and cause such a big stir, attracting the attention of high society.

I was wondering how to lure you out to make Cobblepot's name shine again. I thought it would take some effort, but who knew you'd come to my door yourself. Hahaha, now tell me, where is the vault hidden?"

Qi Shan scoffed, shook his head, and sighed: "Vision, pattern, indeed, how high you stand determines how far you can see. You only see how much benefit this incident can bring you, only see that I am a weak outsider, but you haven't considered what kind of power I possess.

Mr. Cobblepot, after experiencing the prosperous era of Gotham City, you still delusionally believe you can use ordinary people to subdue a supervillain? That's truly disappointing!"

The Penguin's face darkened, and he unhesitatingly said: "Fire!"

In the next instant, gunshots rang out like popping beans. Bullets of various calibers continuously struck Qi Shan's body, sparking one after another.

The Penguin narrowed his small eyes, concealing his surprise, and unhesitatingly grabbed his umbrella, instantly spraying a stream of purple venom onto Qi Shan.

The gunfire continued incessantly until everyone had emptied their magazines. Only then did the Iceberg Restaurant gradually quiet down.

When the dust settled, the restaurant was a mess, riddled with bullet holes. The three girls lay on the bar, covered in blood, long dead.

The Penguin slowly retreated, hiding behind his many subordinates, and ordered them to check.

Suddenly, a low laugh rang out, and Qi Shan slowly said: "Naive! Are you really the Penguin, Cobblepot?"

The Penguin's face twitched, and he ordered: "Damn it, kill him!"

On the contrary, Qi Shan didn't react at all. The electricity jumped and flickered around him, but it had no effect other than emitting light.

"Le-le-le-let go!"

Qi Shan mockingly said: "What did you say?"

"I-I-I'm te-te-te-telling you to le-le-le-let go..." Black smoke began to come out of the Penguin's mouth.

Qi Shan chuckled, casually throwing the Penguin on the ground. After the electricity disappeared, he lay on the ground twitching for a long time before he barely recovered and could breathe normally.

The subordinates were shocked and raised their guns again.

The Penguin quickly stopped them: "Assistants? All of you, get out of my way."

Seeing the Penguin recover his mobility so quickly, Qi Shan was slightly surprised and deeply impressed by the powerful physique of Gotham's villains.

Even the inconspicuous Penguin is so powerful, let alone the various strange and powerful villains. Batman has so many enemies, and the only explanation for how he's survived this long is that he's the favorite child of the great cosmic will.

Qi Shan watched the Penguin slowly get up, carefully remove the high-voltage device, regain his composure, and said casually: "I can give you 70%. As I said, Mr. Cobblepot, money means nothing to me."

The Penguin asked warily: "What do you want?"

"Information! I need all the information you control about the mafia forces, including but not limited to gangs within the United States!" Qi Shan replied calmly.

The Penguin was taken aback: "What do you want to do?"

Qi Shan said with a non-committal smile: "That's none of your concern. I have my own plans! Oh, right, I also need a cosmetics company with complete procedures and qualified certifications, preferably one with beauty salons under its umbrella."

The Penguin was stunned: "A, a cosmetics company?"

What was all this about? One second they were talking about mafia information, and the next they were talking about cosmetics. What exactly did he want to do?

"If there are no objections, I wish us a pleasant cooperation! My vault is located at a pier in the west of the city. You can send people to retrieve it at any time.

Oh, right, I left someone at the Golden Bell Bar. If anything comes up, contact me at any time.

Well then, that's all. I wish you a pleasant meal!"

After speaking, Qi Shan didn't wait for the Penguin to reply, slightly bowed, patted the spotless suit on his body, and slowly walked out of the Iceberg Restaurant.

Looking at the swaying door, the subordinate held a handful of flattened bullets with a shocked expression: "Mr. Cobblepot, look!"

The Penguin's face was gloomy, and he slowly pushed the subordinate away.

"Gotham is going to be in chaos again!"