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“One.”

A number escaped Shimizu's lips.

The small giant whose chin had been struck earlier, along with another small giant, attacked Shimizu from two directions once more.

To avoid being caught in a pincer attack and to end the battle quickly, Shimizu manipulated Black Gold to proactively rush towards the one on the left.

This would create a time difference, allowing him to take out one of them first.

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“Two!”

Pneumatic Fist level two air valve activated.

The black steel fist collided with the muscular fist, and a crisp sound of bone cracking echoed from the latter.

Shimizu quickly predicted that the opponent's next move would definitely be to raise the other arm to defend. He controlled Black Gold to take a step forward, grabbed the opponent's arm with its iron-clamp-like hand, turned smoothly into an over-the-shoulder throw, and pinned the opponent down with its body, immobilizing him.

“Three.”

The left arm's pneumatic fist activated again, punching the chin, causing the opponent to fall into a coma. At the same time, Black Gold raised its right arm again, blocking the incoming other small giant.

“Four.”

The cylinders at the legs and ankles activated, and powerful mechanical energy was transmitted through levers, causing Black Gold's right leg to fly up, driving the huge black steel giant in a circular motion in mid-air.

The black foot, gleaming with metallic luster, accurately hammered the small giant's head.

“Five.”

Five seconds to take down two.

“Ugh! Ah!!!”

The small giant who had been punched and spat blood earlier rushed over from behind again.

Shimizu had only needed five seconds to eliminate two of the three Titan small giants, let alone this last one now.

Dodging the punch sideways, taking advantage of the opponent's forward momentum, Black Gold crouched down and launched an uppercut, sending him flying into the air. Then, its right arm reached out, grabbed his ankle, and swung him around in the air like a windmill before lifting him high with both hands and slightly raising its left knee.

“This is the formula and manufacturing process for the Titan drug after it was restored by Victor. However, that organic substance named propanol-27 by Victor is very difficult to manufacture. It can only be prepared in small quantities in high-standard laboratories and cannot be produced on a large scale.”

Harvey Dent took out a small notebook from his pocket.

Shimizu stepped out of Black Gold, snatched the notebook, and flipped through it.

He didn't have much knowledge of biochemistry and couldn't understand anything.

“This was supposed to be mine anyway.”

“Yes, yes, I know.”

Harvey Dent could only admit his bad luck.

He had miscalculated; the puppeteer's combat power was far higher than he had imagined.

“In addition to the compensation money I just mentioned, I also want some territory.”

“Okay, how much do you want?”

Shimizu called his men to bring a map and began to calculate in his mind.

The current luck progress bar had already risen to ninety-two point six percent.

Based on the territory acquired in the previous two expansions and the subsequent assets and recruited personnel…

“Gordon Street should be your territory, right? From here, all the way to Morrell Lane, I want this entire area.”

Shimizu's finger traced across four streets and two neighborhoods.

Digesting these territories should still leave some surplus.

“Okay, but Geek Street and Dreler Community aren't my territories. The former belongs to a gang called the Jack Gang, and Dreler Community belongs to a gang called the Sons of the Scepter.”

Jack Gang?

Never heard of it, but Sons of the Scepter sounded familiar.

“Boss, the Sons of the Scepter are an affiliated gang of Falcone. They have two leaders, a man and a woman, called Gunsmith and Gunner, both experts with guns. Falcone's munitions are often sent to them for modification. Their strength is not weak. As for the Jack Gang, they are just a small gang. Let the brothers bring their weapons, and we can wipe them out in a day!”

The accountant pushed up his glasses and stood behind Shimizu, speaking up.

Considering himself Shimizu's assistant, he had memorized the specific details of the gang forces within a few dozen blocks around Hogg Union.

“Gunsmith and Gunner?”

Just hearing the names made them sound a bit unusual, but they shouldn't be too famous, or else he wouldn't have never heard of them.

“Alright then.”

Shimizu waved his hand.

No one wrong, one first, one hair, one inside, one content, one look, one see!

Even without Dreler Community, it should be barely enough.

Now wasn't the time to confront Falcone too quickly.

That old guy's power was too great. To avoid his hard-earned forces from suffering too much damage, he would let Harvey Dent and his numerous Two-Face gang block him.

“By the way, Mr. Dent.”

Shimizu suddenly stopped Harvey Dent.

“Is the compensation money enough to build a laboratory that can produce Titan drugs?”

Shimizu was actually quite envious of the Titan drug.

This thing wasn't very strong if you said it was strong, and it wasn't very weak if you said it was weak. It was enough to transform an ordinary person into a super soldier. It might not be of much help in improving his own strength, but it was very useful in expanding his power.

Harvey Dent felt a bit of a toothache.

“You're dreaming. That little bit of money is probably only enough for a fraction of it.”

Two-Face said.

“Even if you add up the entire assets of the Two-Face gang, it's not enough to build half of such a laboratory. In all of Gotham, probably only Wayne Enterprises has a laboratory of that standard.”

“Then how did you guys make it?”

Shimizu asked curiously.

“Victor has an old classmate who works at LexCorp in Metropolis. We used connections and spent a lot of money to rent it for a period of time.”

“Alright then.”

Shimizu waved his hand dismissively.

It seemed he would have to find other ways in the future.

“If there's nothing else, I'll leave first.”

“Take care and don't let me see you again. Remember to withdraw your people tomorrow so my people can take over your territory!”

Harvey Dent's face darkened, and he turned and got into his car.

“Boss, it seems we've suffered a loss this time.”

The driver in the car said.

“No, Paul, we haven't lost. As long as we take over Maroni's territory, we'll still be making a profit!”

Harvey Dent glanced at Maroni, who was tied up in a sack and stuffed in the back seat, and said in a low voice.

With the Titan drug, if he couldn't beat the puppeteer, could he not beat others?

But tonight, he had to properly torture Maroni with sulfuric acid first.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Harvey Dent's face as he happily played with the coin in his hand.