There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

"One person, one gun is enough. Which of you two wants to go first?"

Oswald stared blankly at the revolver before him. The ornate silver barrel reflected the flickering candlelight; it was a beautiful gun.

But beautiful things are often deadly. The six-round cylinder was loaded with three bullets, giving it a 50% chance of a headshot.

His mind in turmoil, he looked up at Falcone with pleading eyes, begging him to withdraw from this pointless game.

Unfortunately, Falcone was still busy with the plate of beef and didn't pay any attention to him.

The rare beef still had traces of bright red blood. The old lion slowly cut off a small piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully, letting the faint taste of blood melt between his lips and teeth.

The immense pressure nearly drove Oswald to the brink of collapse, and in his delirium, he even hallucinated that he was the steak on the plate. A huge fork pierced his body, and he was being slashed back and forth by a knife with sharp serrations.

Why do you have to force me!

Oswald frantically grabbed his pistol, his unfocused eyes revealing his inner collapse and madness.

He chuckled a few times, holding the revolver to his forehead, then suddenly seemed to understand something, slowly turning the muzzle and pointing it at Falcone.

You want me dead? You won't get away with it either!

At the critical moment, Qin Wei pressed down on the gun.

"Calm down."

"Wei, I should have listened to you a long time ago..." Oswald's pale lips trembled as he turned to look at Qin Wei.

"It's not too late to listen to me now. Give me the gun. I'll take you out of here."

Qin Wei smiled, his eyes revealing determination. Oswald, whose mental defenses had crumbled, was like a ticking time bomb; the immediate priority was to calm him down.

"But……"

"No buts, believe me."

Oswald released his grip, and Qin Wei easily pulled out the pistol.

His expression appeared calm, but his inner fear was even greater than Oswald's; if that shot had been fired, they would both be finished.

"Do you want to go first? But please hurry." Falcone glanced at him lazily.

The old lion's relaxed expression further solidified Qin Wei's suspicions. Without further hesitation, he pressed the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger without a second thought.

Click.

The shot didn't fire.

Oswald let out a long breath and slumped onto the table like a rag doll. Qin Wei's firing of the gun without any warning had terrified him.

Fanecoul finally raised his head and took a towel from the side to wipe his hands.

"You survived, now it's your turn..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Wei pulled the trigger a second time.

Click.

This shot was a blank.

Strangely, even after firing two shots, Qin Wei still seemed to have no intention of putting down his gun.

Fanecoel raised an eyebrow, as if he had found a jar of spicy seasoning in this unremarkable night. After a moment of silence, he gestured for them to proceed.

Come on, let me see your guts.

Click!

Click!

Click!

Click!

After firing four shots, all of which were blanks, Qin Wei put the bullets back on the table.

A suffocating silence filled the room.

"Mr. Falcone, I didn't mean to undermine you. I just wanted to tell you that I'm a smart man, a smart man who might be useful to you." After a long silence, Qin Wei spoke first.

"When was it discovered?"

Falcone laughed, the candlelight casting shadows on his face and distorting his features.

"It's not a discovery, just a guess. I doubt the Roman emperor would be so reckless as to hand over a loaded gun to two suspicious individuals."

Falcone pushed the table aside and slowly stood up.

He walked towards Qin Wei and casually grabbed the blood-stained knife on the table.

"Yes, the truth is that obvious. Many people can guess it, but not everyone has the guts to gamble, especially not six shots in a row without hesitation."

His hoarse, murky voice churned in his throat, sounding particularly unpleasant, like a large grit of sandpaper rubbing against the periosteum.

Falcone circled behind Qin Wei, grabbed his hair, and slammed him onto the table.

boom!

While he was still dizzy from the impact, a kitchen knife was held to his throat.

Goosebumps rose on the skin where the cold metal touched.

The lion may be old, but its strength is still astonishing.

"I like smart people and I like brave people, but I don't like people who are both smart and brave. They should not be bound by anything, and they can't be subservient to others forever."

Feeling the coolness of the knife, goosebumps rose on Qin Wei's neck, and the surge of adrenaline caused his face to flush and his breathing to become rapid.

What appears to be a statement actually poses a question—why should I believe you?

This is the last question, and it concerns the life and death of the two of them.

Why did Falcone choose to beat around the bush when he could have just asked the question directly?

Qin Wei tried to peel back the layers of Falcone's heart to uncover his true thoughts. His mind raced, and then a flash of inspiration struck him.

No! The clever and brave person Falcone was talking about isn't me. My performance just now didn't deserve his praise at all.

He was talking about... him!

Upon hearing the conclusion, Qin Wei felt a sense of clarity.

Having sorted out his thoughts, he cleared his throat, which had become dry from nervousness.

"You're right, so I'll help you remove him, remove Maronny."

Upon hearing this, Oswald was so agitated that he almost crushed his own hand bones. He didn't understand why Qin Wei would repeat himself when the plan to sow discord between the two had already failed. Wasn't this just inviting trouble?

But the next second, he saw Falcone put away his knife.

"Give these two gentlemen a steak, medium-rare as well." The old lion sauntered back to the table, grabbed his phone, and made a call.

"My dear Maroney, it's been a long time..." After a few perfunctory pleasantries, Fanecoel steered the conversation back to the main point, "Your people are with me. Yes! They got your money back, but they couldn't explain themselves to those 'owl chicks,' so they had to come to me..."

Falcone hung up the phone, and shortly afterward, a waiter brought the beef to the two of them.

While Oswald was still worried about whether the food was poisoned, Qin Wei had already started eating heartily, disregarding table manners.

He hadn't eaten for several days, and the adrenaline was causing his blood sugar to drop even lower. If he didn't eat something soon, he might faint at any moment.

"For certain reasons, I cannot directly attack Maronny..."

Falcone glanced at Oswald, his disdainful look seemingly mocking his foolish idea of ​​taking down Maronny with $500 million.

"The best way is to send him to prison. I need you to gather evidence against him." He tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, seemingly deep in thought, or perhaps observing Qin Wei's expression.

"Harvey Dent will be arriving in Gotham in a few days. He was a troublemaker in New York, and his arrival will likely cause another storm. Maroney has been too flamboyant these past few years, and Harvey Dent will most likely start with him. You can take advantage of that."

"If evidence is collected, it can be given to Gordon or Brock."

Having said what needed to be said, Falcone's expression became more complicated. He opened his mouth as if to add something, but ultimately waved his hand.

"Go back after you finish your meal. Maroni might be wary, but he certainly won't make things difficult for you."

Oswald felt as if he had been granted a pardon and tried to leave with Qin Wei.

"Wait! I want to know what the reward is, after all, the mission is very dangerous."

Qin Wei stopped him and stared at Falcone with his head held high.

"You're already thinking about benefits before the mission is even complete? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"As a businessman, you should understand that profit drives a deal more than threats."

Falcone nodded, agreeing with Qin Wei's idea.

"All of Maronian's wealth and status—if you succeed, I promise you the second-highest position in the Roman Empire. Is that enough?"

That's enough; that's what Qin Wei wanted.