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Chapter 60 The Penguin, King of Gotham, and the Mysterious Clark

Chapter 60 The Penguin, King of Gotham, and the Mysterious Clark

The penguin's pupils contracted slightly.

Normally, if he heard someone shout the word "penguin," he would definitely jump up suddenly.

He used the strong wire from his pocket to strangle the other person's neck.

Then he used all his strength, just as easily as strangling the two thugs who gave him a ride and mocked him.

But now, all he has left is fear.

So afraid that they didn't even dare to think of resisting.

Even breathing became a form of torture that required conscious effort to maintain.

Lucas slowly walked to the leather sofa next to him and sat down, turning his attention away from the strong smell of blood on the first floor.

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, he stretched out his left foot.

The combat boots, composed of shadow particles, gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen under the indoor light.

Oswald paused for a few seconds, then quickly reacted. Without saying a word, he scrambled closer and carefully kissed her.

"Listen, Mr. Oswald, you are very clever, so I have changed my mind. From today onwards, you are the head of the Maronny family."

Lucas retracted his left foot, grabbed the penguin's chin with one hand, and spoke in a calm voice.

The penguin's eyes widened, his whole body trembling, in disbelief.

"But if someone wants to climb up, someone else has to fall, Mr. Oswald, do you understand what I mean?"

Lucas slowly leaned down, his voice like a rusty scalpel dipped in honey.

The penguin wasn't foolish enough to ask why the other person knew his name.

He immediately turned his head and stared at Sal Maroni, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain, with a sinister expression.

Those who rise from the lower ranks often do so by stepping on the blood and bones of those who rise above them.

He understands this principle better than anyone else.

Oswald remained silent, picked up the iconic black umbrella from the ground, walked slowly to Sal, and raised his hand.

The sharp, pointed tip of the metal umbrella handle was aimed directly at the chest of the East District Lord.

"You dare? You freak, you idiot, you'll go to hell! I gave you a chance so you wouldn't have to pick up trash on the streets!"

Sal stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that this skinny dwarf would dare to kill him.

"Mr. Sal, you never truly understood me until your death, and you will pay the price for that arrogance. As for hell? Hahaha, isn't this place hell?!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the penguin, with his hunched and thin body, used the momentum of his forward lean to suddenly exert force in his arms!

"Pfft!"

The sharp umbrella handle pierced through the flesh and plunged deep into Maroney's chest and abdomen.

A dull thud resounded, Maroni's pupils contracted sharply, and the intense pain froze him, a muffled growl of agony escaping his throat.

But this is far from enough.

Years of pent-up humiliation and hatred erupted completely at this moment.

The penguin went into a state of frenzied mania, its arms thrashing about wildly.

It wasn't until the head of the Maroni family had passed away that he finally stopped, panting heavily.

"Clap clap clap".

Lucas clapped his hands and stood up from the leather sofa: "That was a spectacular scene, but Mr. Oswald, you'll have to pay a price for more than that."

Oswald nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Your Excellency, I understand, I understand everything. I am merely a dog you keep, and I assure you of my loyalty—"

"Professing loyalty is always the least useful bargaining chip, especially for you."

Lucas interrupted the Penguin, "You've completely stabilized the Maronny family overnight. I value your abilities more than loyalty, Mr. Oswald."

"Yes, Your Excellency, I will certainly do it."

The penguin pursed his lips tightly, looking humbly at the tall, dark green figure.

Lucas glanced silently at this key figure in Gotham, and then, to the Penguin's utter astonishment, he soared into the air and vanished from his spot in an instant.

"A miracle, this is simply a miracle!" The penguin stared blankly, and an unprecedented frenzy gradually appeared on his face.

Lucas and Slade left not long ago.

A private luxury car slowly pulled up outside the private estate.

Giulian Loeb got out of the car.

The other person was wearing a well-tailored, expensive suit, with a neat tie, and was carrying an umbrella with the words "Cooper" emblazoned on it.

His skin, due to years of pampered living, appeared pale and lacked color, giving off an unhealthy and bloated look. His cheeks were not sharp and even had some excess fat, making him look more like a harmless elder.

Gillian Loeb glanced at his watch, then looked with a puzzled expression at the tightly closed iron gate of the manor.

The appointed time had arrived, and Sal Maroni should have sent someone to pick him up long ago.

Just as the police chief's suspicions were about to reach their peak.

"Snap—"

The tightly closed iron gate was finally slowly opened.

"Welcome, Mr. Le."

Oswald held up his iconic black umbrella, most of his face obscured by the shadow cast, revealing only a half-smile on his lips.

"Let me introduce myself, Oswald Coblepot ————"

..

Clark felt a little out of sorts on the first night Lucas was away from home.

This was the first time in his life that he had been alone in an empty room, which caused him some insomnia, and he finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.

In my sleep.

Clark had a dream.

A beautiful dream belonging to spring.

In his dream, he and Lana were intimately close, naked in the pool, embracing, kissing, and then—

Just as he felt a strange force about to fill a certain part of his body, Clark suddenly opened his eyes.

Strangely, he felt no contact with the bed at all.

Frowning, Clark subconsciously looked down and immediately widened his eyes.

He was actually floating in mid-air!

The distant roar of a tractor broke the delicate state of suspension, and I fell onto the bed.

Shaking his head, Clark was full of doubt, unable to understand how he had become suspended in mid-air, so much so that he was still a little dizzy while waiting for the school bus.

"Clark, why are you and Rachel alone today? Where's Lucas?"

Not seeing Lucas, Chloe asked instinctively.

Clara sat down next to Pete and explained listlessly, "He went to Gotham. Coach Walter personally led the team to watch this week's professional football game."

"Wow, that's absolutely the coolest thing I've ever heard." Pete raised one eyebrow, unable to contain his envy.

"Lucas's only a seventh grader, is this really necessary?" Chloe complained to Clark.

She swore it wasn't because she wouldn't see Lucas's hot face for three days.

Although she was one of the many teenage girls in the school who were experiencing puberty.

But Chloe doesn't think she would be so shallow as to actually fall deeply into a crush that hasn't even started.

She just felt that this would delay Lucas's academic studies.

Pete stopped his hand gestures, put his hand on Clark's shoulder, and said seriously, "Listen to me, bro, if you can, could you get me a few more autographs from Lucas?"

It would be best to write it on a T-shirt. I have a feeling your brother might actually become a star in the world of football, a household name.

At that point, a T-shirt with a real autograph might sell for thousands of dollars.

Clark shrugged helplessly, suddenly feeling a bit depressed.

Although he hoped his older brother would do better and better, it also made him feel that the distance between him and Lucas was growing.

Clark had absolutely no idea how to describe his feelings.

In short, I can't get excited.