All Worlds Madhouse

The Penguin is undoubtedly the best businessman in Gotham City. After he was captured, he quickly established his own intelligence network, moving between prison guards and prisoners. From the beginning, he was peddling some gossip, and later contracted the entire Aka. All the beer, drinks, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds and playing cards in the Asylum. In the end, even some prison guards wanted to call him Mr. Cobblepot. Anyway, within just six months, he became the most powerful inmate in Arkham Asylum...

How powerful is his power?

To name a few, he had two fresh live fish for every meal, his cell was covered with fine carpets, he had his own gramophone with discs that were updated every month, and his cigars were better than Quincy Warden's is even more expensive.

Yes, Penguin is such a businessman in the true sense. In his eyes, as long as you are a human being, you will fall into the abyss of profit, whether you are buying arms in Gotham City or in Arkham City. It doesn't matter if he sells his ass in a lunatic asylum, in short, as long as you need something, he can settle your accounts clearly.

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So without further ado, in four hours, it’s lunch time.

Ziliang sat alone at a table. Since the muscle spasm had not been completely relieved, he could only tear the pieces of bread slowly.

As for why dinner should be changed to bread slices, of course it is because bread slices can be eaten without utensils.

The prisoner who went into shock after being poked with a spoon has not yet woken up, so no one knows how long the ban on tableware will last. However, some well-informed people said that the logistics department has purchased butter and butter of various flavors overnight. The kind with tons of jam. This news is undoubtedly terrible news for the inmates in Arkham Asylum, but surprisingly, few people seem to pay attention to this matter.

Because at this moment, something even more eye-catching is happening in the lunatic asylum.

That was when Penguin walked out of his luxurious cell, came to the cafeteria of the Third Ward in person, and sat down across from Ziliang's dining table. This means that Penguin thinks this newcomer is a troublesome person, and trouble naturally needs to be sorted out.

"Hello, Ziliang." Penguin said.

His voice is very gentlemanly. If you close your eyes, you would never think that he is just a congenital deformity that is less than 1.5 meters tall.

"My name is Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot. You may call me Mr Cobblepot."

Ziliang watched as the guy in front of him, who was not much taller than the table, slowly stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth. Although he didn't speak, you could clearly feel that his eyes, which seemed to be always vacant, were slightly energetic.

"Okay, I know you are a very smart person, and people like you won't say anything more before you understand me thoroughly, but I still have to express my intention." Penguin smiled and said: " You are too arrogant as a newcomer. Because of you, we all have to eat slices of bread for a month, so I think I should remind you that Arkham Asylum is a warm and friendly place. If If you keep messing around like this, you're likely to get into trouble, you know what I mean, right?"

After saying this, Penguin immediately became quiet and stared at Ziliang, waiting for an answer.

"Uh" Ziliang swallowed the bread in his mouth: "Although you are very polite in what you say, but why do I feel that as long as I give an answer that you don't like to hear, the brothers behind you will immediately put it down Did I tear it up?"

He said nonchalantly, and pointed his chin at the few strong men sitting a few tables away.

Penguin was slightly startled: "So... you have already seen it... Haha, is it because you memorized all the faces in the entire prison area on the day you were imprisoned?"

"I'm not that diligent." Zi Liang said lazily: "Although those people are not from the same camp as you, the people around you are not only staring at you, but also staring at those few people. This is too obvious. "

Penguin seemed to nod with satisfaction: "Very good, your observation skills are very keen, and as far as I know, a careful person like you should be very aware of current affairs, so..."

"So how long have you been in Arkham Asylum?" Ziliang suddenly took over.

Penguin frowned slightly: "Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask. If I'm not wrong, you already knew why I was arrested before you came to see me, and you also knew why I was sent to the medical office, otherwise you wouldn't have sat down "Here" Ziliang said: "You should know everything after I entered Arkham, but I only know your name, which is unfair."

"Hehehe - very good, I am a businessman, and my favorite word is fairness, then I can also introduce myself again." Penguin said:

"You already know my name. I also have a very annoying nickname called 'Penguin'. The people I have killed the most in my life are people who call me this nickname in front of me. I was killed 8 years ago. I was imprisoned in Arkham Asylum on charges of arms trafficking, and I can tell you clearly that I hate the unstable prison life, so from this second on, if I hear that you cause me any more trouble , I will break off your limbs, then face the wall and tie you to the toilet seat."

"You're so disgusting." When Ziliang heard the last words, he showed a clearly disgusting expression: "But no matter what, you are the only person I have seen in Arkham Asylum in the past few days who has a brain. Man. So, I want to make a deal with you."

Penguin's brows furrowed even more. He was originally here to warn the newcomer to be more honest, but as he was talking, the man named Ziliang actually changed the topic to making a deal with him.

Although he is disgusted with such conversations that deviate from the main line, but since there is a transaction, there is no reason not to listen, right? This should be regarded as an occupational disease.

"Okay, let's talk about it." Penguin professionally crossed his two fat hands on the table and said.

"I want to know what happened eight years ago?" Ziliang's lazy voice became a little more serious.

Penguin's expression didn't change at all, but he stared at Ziliang and didn't say a word for a long time.

A few seconds passed like this: "Hahaha - it seems that I still underestimate you. I know what you want to ask. I know a little bit about that matter. So the question is, what is your bargaining chip? "

"What a bargaining chip~" Ziliang muttered: "How about I take you with me when I demolish this prison in a few days?"