The Death Knell

"Now get someone to clean this place up, and I'll give you one more minute before I see the menu in front of me."

Su Ming threw the Penguin on the floor. The high-end marble tiles obviously had no cushioning power, and the Penguin's body made a dull sound.

But feeling the physical pain, Cobot no longer doubted the identity of Batman in front of him.

He has always known that Batman is a psychopath, a person like the Joker, but he controls himself and strictly adheres to some bottom lines.

But today it seems that the bottom line in some aspects has been broken.

The Cobot family has lived in Gotham for hundreds of years, and he himself has been around for decades. He knows that it is best not to mess with mentally ill people in this city.

Since Batman wants to eat, let him eat. Can he bring down the Iceberg Restaurant by himself? But next time his plan to build an iceberg casino on the sea will be carried out faster. Batman won't gamble, right?

Now, as long as you wait for him to finish his meal and appear more honest, you can coax him away.

Penguin got up from the ground, straightened his clothes and showed some smile. He walked quickly to the bar, limped over with a menu, and placed it in front of Batman.

He was like a waiter, waiting for Batman to take his order.

"Vegetable salad, tomato sweet soup, cream-baked snails..." Batman quickly flipped through the menu and pointed directly, naming three dishes.

"Ah, Batman, we don't have to be hostile. It's good to be like this today." Cobot wrote down the names of three dishes on a napkin, bent slightly with a flattering expression: "I'm just a businessman, doing some small business." Business, you’ve got a lot of lunatics to deal with.”

Su Ming didn't listen to what he was saying at all. He was just an impostor, just here to cheat people with food and drink.

"If you don't want these three dishes, please have a portion of the other dishes."

"belch......"

The smile on Cobot's face froze. There were hundreds of dishes. Can Batman finish them all?

His breathing was a little rapid, as if he wanted to turn his face, but he soon laughed again, and he endured it.

Now Batman has the biggest fist, and in the underworld, the big fist has the final say. Let alone hundreds of dishes, even if Batman directly asks him for money, he has no choice but to pay.

But Su Ming would not do that. Pretending to be Batman and freeloading was more of a prank and entertainment.

And robbery? The grade was too low and he didn't bother to do it.

"Is the lobster fresh? The length cannot be less than one meter and two meters."

"...Fresh, my restaurant is the best." The smile on Penguin's face returned. He described his food to Su Ming vividly, pinched his fingers together and made a gesture of bringing it to his mouth. The action also simulates the explosion of delicious food on the taste buds.

"Then let's serve the food quickly. First, find someone to haul away all this waste. The environment has been damaged."

Su Ming dropped the menu, relaxed on the back of the chair, and waited to eat.

This is Penguin's lair, so he naturally has other subordinates, and soon someone dragged the disabled thugs away and sent them to the hospital.

After Penguin arranged everything, he sat across from Su Ming. He looked at Batman and felt only fear in his heart.

This kind of Batman who can't figure out the routine at all is even scarier than the Batman who just hit people in the past.

Has the clown provoked him again recently?

"Band, dancers and singers." Su Ming knocked on the table again and said expressionlessly: "You can't entertain guests like this when they come to dine."

Penguin is about to collapse, you are just an uninvited guest! And which restaurant is still open at four in the morning? Bands and singers also need to sleep!

But Batman's fist was too heavy, so he still took out his mobile phone to make arrangements. Isn't it the band? Spend more money and send the Bat Evil away quickly.

A few minutes later, the chef who had been dragged away from home arrived at the restaurant. They couldn't believe their eyes.

Penguins and bats are sitting together, looking like they are about to eat?

But Penguin is the boss, and working for him means working with your head in your head all the time. It's best not to ask about things you shouldn't ask, and not look at things you shouldn't.

Soon the appetizers began to arrive in a steady stream, and the band hired by Penguin at a high price began to play.

Because it was too late, Penguin could only find the kind of bands that hang out in nightclubs. Rock music seemed incompatible with the splendid atmosphere of the Iceberg Restaurant.

But Su Ming didn't care. His purpose was to eat and play with the penguins.

He can't kill Gotham's villains, they are all Batman's heart and soul. He knows every villain's behavior, personality, and activity area by heart.

Eating a meal with the Penguin, beating his men, and even ruining Batman's reputation are all within Batman's tolerance.

But if Batman's toy is broken, he will fall out, and Su Ming will immediately confront the Justice League, which is no good.

Su Ming won't do it.

But now, peeling a lobster with rock music is quite exciting.

"Batman, if you can't finish eating, I can pack it for you."

Penguin watched Batman eat very slowly, as if he planned to live here, and he felt like his days were like years.

"The seafood sauce is good." Su Ming just immersed himself in eating and only tasted one bite of each dish. The other food seemed to be brought to his mouth, but in fact it was strangled and eaten: "Cheers."

The Penguin brought him good wine, and he drank a large glass of it as if he were drinking soda.

The corner of Cobot's mouth twitched, but he still smiled and raised his glass and took a sip.

"It's no fun for two men to drink. Call some beauties." Su Ming made a new request.

Penguin took a breath of cold air. Could this Batman be infected by some virus? Calling a bartender for dinner?

But under the gaze of the bat's eyes, he gave in almost immediately.

Soon, several gorgeous ladies walked in from the door and walked toward the Penguin with swaying postures.

When they saw Batman, they immediately became at a loss.

To say that they are grateful to Batman, there are indeed some. There are always little sisters who will be robbed or harassed in dark alleys. At this time, Batman will often appear to save them.

But they are young ladies, and most of their customers are either corrupt officials or gangsters. If Batman attacks those people, those people will have no money, and their income will also be affected.

And they never expected that Batman would ask someone to accompany them. This was simply blinding them.

Su Ming glanced at them and saw that they were all vulgar and vulgar. Not to mention compared to the peerless beauty like Alberta, they were even worse than Eagle Girl.

But he's just here to give Batman trouble, so that's just fine.

"Pour the wine."

He pulled the two ladies over and asked them to sit next to each other and serve him his meal.

The seafood at Bingshan Restaurant is really good. The lobsters and crabs are not only fresh, but also well cooked.

What's even better is that you don't have to peel the shells yourself, a woman does it, and even puts Batman in the scapegoat, which makes me feel happy just thinking about it.

This is how you rest, do something that makes you happy. As for whether Bat Gao is happy or not, what does it have to do with Death Knell?