It was as if he was trying to make up for the losses she suffered when he wasn't around.
After it was finally over, Cindy got dressed and jumped out the window, leaving Connors alone, standing in front of the mirror with a bottle of cold beer in his hand.
He was a good man, and although his physique remained the same, he had dark circles under his eyes, clearly showing he was overworked. "I've been harmed by alcohol and… well, everything else, and become so haggard… Starting today, I will quit drinking."
Connors made up his mind, jumped onto the bed, and fell asleep until three in the morning, when he suddenly opened his eyes, quickly got dressed, and then leaped out the window.
His body fell from the 19th floor without any protection, yet strangely, no sound was made. Moreover, his body floated in the air, not like a flesh-and-blood form, but rather like a piece of paper.
[Today's juicy gossip: The Laughing Man Incident (ongoing) - Scarecrow's lifeline]
[Gossip reward: Master of Minor Tricks]
No matter how tempting Cindy Moon's "turtle-tasting" operation was, Connors did not forget to submit the gossip task.
The reward was master of "Minor Tricks," with a rather unassuming name, not much different from lock picking. But since the suffix was "master," Connors didn't underestimate this ability after experiencing the sweetness of relying solely on "master-level" lock-picking to render the Scarecrow helpless.
Jumping down from a tall building unscathed was just a basic exercise. Beyond that, there were many other strange and extraordinary methods that seemed bizarre to ordinary people.
"If I were given the ability of a hypnotist, I could perform magic on the best stage…" Connors muttered to himself, pulling at his collar with one hand, and his clothes turned black, blending completely into the night.
The individual Cindy had kicked earlier, who wasn't quite dead yet, was a member of the Penguin's gang.
Connors obtained half of the information he wanted before the man died, including that the Penguin's stadium bombing and the Scarecrow's poisoning were both part of the Joker's plan. This half-dead minion didn't know the specific plan; he was just small fry, so it could only be considered "half the information."
Aside from that, there was an unexpected gain. It seemed that the Penguin, as the gang leader, was actually listening to a captured clown, which caused many veteran members of the gang to disagree.
They had captured a spy and could have used the opportunity to demand a large sum of money from the rival organization, but after the Penguin listened to the Joker, they planned to get rid of the Penguin and use this spy to "cleanse" themselves, transforming from a gang into a legitimate group.
They wanted to build Gotham's second Wayne Enterprises. This half-mini was one of the people sent to clear the area. The others wanted to completely eliminate the Penguin and his cronies.
When Connors received this news, he realized something unusual was going on. He'd seen a lot of gossip about superheroes and villains since coming to this world, but gossip about spies was a first.
As an unstable element, Connors would definitely not miss this major scoop about gang infighting and whitewashing.
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The Iceberg Club
This was the Penguin's official nightclub, a legal business venue. But at the same time, this was also where the Penguin's gang members were stationed.
Except for the bottom three floors, which were used for business, all the apartments above were residences for gang members.
At this moment, on the third floor of the Iceberg Club, in the dim, ambiguous lights, a group of short, corpulent men surrounded a red-haired woman who was tied to a chair and laughing.
"Tonight is not what I expected…"
It seemed that because their boss, the Penguin, was short and stout, these elders were all bloated and had hideous faces.
"I know what you're thinking, but believe me, it's better this way." The red-haired woman had her hands tied behind the chair.
She wore a black spaghetti-strap dress and black stockings on her plump legs. Because her hands were tied behind her back, her upper body unconsciously leaned forward while she sat on the chair. The beautiful "snow-capped mountain" scenery made the short, corpulent men in front of her salivate even more.
It seemed that the torture was about to begin. Behind the chair the woman was sitting on was a hollow space in the Iceberg Club.
If she fell, she would die. At this moment, with a glance from the short, corpulent elder, a small minion walked over and pushed the chair and the woman backward with one hand. As soon as he let go, this sexy red-haired woman would fall.
Connors naturally wouldn't let that happen. He wasn't here to kill anyone; he just came to watch the fun. However, this scene looked familiar to him. Fortunately, it wasn't his turn to interrupt the bigwigs while they were talking to the female spy.
He just went over to demonstrate for a while, then immediately stepped back, leaving the space for the bigwigs to play.
With the help of his "Master of Minor Tricks" ability, Connors stood there openly without anyone present noticing him at all.
"A mysterious man who uses transparent silk threads to fly between tall buildings?" The boss listened to the red-haired female spy's description and sneered, "Your false information has harmed you. This is Gotham. Only Batman flies in the air. There has never been anyone like that here."
"But don't worry, we will soon give you to Batman as a generous gift from our Iceberg Group." Another short, corpulent boss next to him put his hands in his pockets, his belly bouncing as he walked, his small, pea-sized eyes never leaving the female spy's chest: "The famous spy Black Widow is just a pretty face."
"No wonder I felt this scene was so familiar just now. It turns out that the tied-up female spy is the Black Widow." Then there will be something interesting to watch next.
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Black Widow raised her eyebrows, and her "snow-capped mountains" began to rise and fall again. Connors was so close he could even smell a faint fragrance.
Faced with Black Widow's implicitly provocative words and actions, the short, corpulent boss was unmoved at this time, and instead gave Connors another look.
So Connors walked over, grabbed Black Widow's red hair with one hand, and pinched her chin with the other.
"Before you give it to Batman, do you mind dancing with us?" the short, corpulent gangster said, walking to the tool bench where various pliers, drills, and other tools were placed. He picked up a pair of pliers, turned to look at Black Widow, and said: "Of course, for our own safety…"
The short, corpulent gangster kept squeezing the pliers in his hand, and several gang leaders next to him could no longer hold back and started to unfasten their trousers.
"...?"
Connors let go of Black Widow, walked up to the boss, and kicked him in the head: "Just say what you want to say; don't disgust me." The boss was like a ball; once kicked, he rolled many times on the ground.
After his kick, the gang leaders present were a little confused. Black Widow was even more dumbfounded. Her plan was going well, so how could such a troublemaker appear?
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