As if to wildly make up for the losses he suffered when she wasn't by his side.
After it finally ended, Cindy dressed and jumped out the window, leaving only Connors standing in front of the mirror, holding a bottle of ice-cold beer.
He was a fine young man from the Heavenly Dynasty, his figure was still the same, but dark circles had appeared under his eyes, clearly from overwork.
I've been harmed by alcohol and women, and am so haggard... From today onwards, I quit drinking!
Connors made up his mind, jumped onto the bed, and fell asleep. He didn't open his eyes until three in the morning, quickly got dressed, and then also jumped out the window.
His body fell from the nineteenth floor without any protection, yet it strangely made no sound, and his body floated in the air, not like a physical body, but rather like a piece of paper.
[Today's Gossip: Crazy Laughter Event (Ongoing) - Scarecrow's Lifeline]
[Gossip Reward: Master of Tricks]
Even though Cindy Moon's actions were tempting, Connors didn't forget to submit the gossip task.
The reward was Little Trick, a rather low-level name, indistinguishable from Lockpicking Master in terms of quality.
But because the suffix was "Master," having tasted the sweetness of rendering Scarecrow's abilities useless solely through his "Master-level" Lockpicking Master skill, Connors didn't underestimate this ability either.
Jumping from a tall building without injury was just a basic operation. Besides that, there were many other methods that seemed bizarre and extraordinary in the eyes of ordinary people.
"If I get the ability of Hypnosis Master as well, I can go perform magic on the most top-tier stage..."
Connors muttered to himself, pulling at his collar with one hand, and his clothes turned black, completely blending into the night.
The guy who was kicked by Cindy during the day but hadn't completely died was a member of Penguin's gang. Before the guy took his last breath, Connors got half of the information he wanted:
Including Penguin's plan to bomb the stadium and Scarecrow's poisoning action, everything was part of Joker's plan.
What the specific plan was, this half-dead man didn't know; he was just a small fry, so it only counted as "half information."
Besides that, there was an unexpected gain, which was that because Penguin, being a gang boss, actually listened to a captured Joker, many elder-level members within the gang disagreed.
They had captured a spy and could have seized the opportunity to demand a large sum of money from the opposing organization, but as Penguin listened to Joker, they decided to get rid of Penguin, use this spy to wash their hands clean, and transform themselves from a gang organization into a group.
They wanted to create Gotham's second Wayne Group!
This half-dead small fry was one of the people sent to clear the scene, with the goal of thoroughly eliminating Penguin and his trusted subordinates.
When Connors got this news, he knew there was unusual gossip again.
He had eaten plenty of gossip about superheroes and villains since coming to this World, but gossip about a spy was the first. As a destabilizing factor, Connors certainly wouldn't miss this big gossip about a gang's internal struggle and transformation.
...
Iceberg Lounge.
This is Penguin's legitimate nightclub, a legal commercial establishment on the surface.
But at the same time, it is also the place where Penguin's gang members are stationed. Except for the bottom three floors used for commercial purposes, the apartments above are all residences for gang members.
At this moment, on the third floor of the Iceberg Lounge, amidst the ambiguous lighting, a group of short, fat men were laughing lewdly around a red-haired woman tied to a chair.
"Tonight is different from what I expected..."
Perhaps because their boss, Penguin, was a short, fat guy, these elders were also all bloated and had fierce looks.
"I know what you're thinking, but trust me, this is better."
The red-haired woman's hands were tied behind the chair. She was wearing a black slip dress and black pantyhose on her voluptuous legs.
Because her hands were tied behind her back, her upper body unconsciously leaned forward in the chair, the beautiful scenery of her chest making the several short, fat men in front of her even more covetous.
At this point, it seemed like an interrogation was about to begin. The chair the woman was sitting on was behind the open space of the Iceberg Lounge; falling down would mean death.
And at this moment, at a glance from one of Penguin's short, fat elders, a small fry walked over and tipped the chair and the person together backward with one hand.
As soon as he let go, this sexy red-haired woman would immediately fall.
Connors naturally wouldn't let go. He wasn't here to kill people, just to watch the show, but this scene felt a little familiar to him.
Fortunately, it wasn't his turn to speak to the female spy with the bosses, so after demonstrating a little, he immediately stepped back, leaving the space for the bosses.
With the help of the "Master of Tricks" ability, Connors stood there openly, not letting anyone present notice anything amiss.
"A mysterious person who can swing between tall buildings using invisible Silk threads?"
The boss listened to the red-haired female spy's description and sneered:
"Your false information has harmed you. This is Gotham; the only one flying in the air is Batman, there has never been any 'Silk.'"
"But don't worry, we will soon send you to Batman as a generous gift from our Iceberg Group!"
Another short, fat boss next to him walked with his hands in his pockets, his belly jiggling with each step, his tiny eyes never leaving the female spy's chest:
"The famous spy Black Widow is nothing but a pretty face."
Connors almost brought the Tianjin accent "Huo~" from Old Man Yu on Earth to Gotham.
No wonder he felt this scene looked so familiar just now. It turned out that the female spy tied up was Black Widow, so there would be a good show to watch next.
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Black Widow raised her eyebrows, and her chest began to rise and fall again.
Connors was close enough to even smell a faint fragrance.
Facing Black Widow's implicitly provocative words and actions, the short, fat boss remained unmoved at this moment, and instead gave Connors another look.
So he walked over, grabbed Black Widow's red hair with one hand, and pinched open her chin with the other.
"Before we send you to Batman, would you mind having a dance with us?"
The short, fat boss said, walking to the tool bench with various pliers, drills, and other tools, picking up a pair of pliers, and turning to look at Black Widow:
"Of course, for our own safety..."
The short, fat boss kept squeezing the pliers in his hand. The several gang bosses next to him couldn't hold back and had taken off their pants.
...?
Connors let go of Black Widow, then walked up to the boss and kicked him in the head:
"Just talk, don't disgust me."
The boss rolled around on the ground like a ball after being kicked.
With his kick, the gang bosses present were a bit confused.
Black Widow was even more stunned. Her plan was going smoothly, where did this troublemaker come from?