At this moment, Dice was sitting in his bedroom.

  Since his parents were both businesspeople, they were often away on busirips, leaving him alone in the rge house.

  In his bedroom, Dice looked at a portrait of Gwen hanging on the wall, a gentle expression on his face.

  From the moment he first saw Gwen, he had fallen deeply in love with this golden-haired girl.

  So much so that he often visited her social media ats.

  Dice pulled out his phone and opened Gwen's profile once again.

  His expression shifted from anticipation to disappoi, then te!

  In a fit of anger, he smmed his phone on the floor.

  The s shattered—this was the third phone he had broken this month.

  On the cracked s hoteter were standing close together, holding a tub of chocote H?agen-Dazs ice cream.

  "This isn't fair!!"

  "This isn't fair!!!"

  Dice's eyes burned with fury!

  "Peter! Damer, why does Gwen only have eyes for you?!"

  "Every time I ast her, she doesn't even g me!!"

  Suppressing his anger, Dice picked up the phone.

  He immediately dialed a number.

  The call ected quickly, and a thin man with a monocle appeared on the s.

  His nose was sharp, and his appearance was quite distinctive!

  At first gnce, he looked almost ical!

  "Hey, Dice, my friend, what I do for you?"

  "Oswald, I need your help with something."

  Thanks to a certain crime-encing lunati's crime rate had only increased. The Penguin roduct of this city of sin.

  His real name was Oswald Cobblepot. Due to a tragic childhood, he had vowed to bee the stro, to rise above everyone else.

  But his physical fws had subjected him to stant humiliation.

  During a gang fight, Dice's father had saved him.

  Now, Oswald had bee a somewhat notorious gang leader in Gotham.

  This was why Dice had turo him for help.

  "There's a girl I like, but she doesn't like me. Her heart belongs to another man."

  Dice's eyes grew increasingly fierce.

  "Oswald, I need you to help me kill him. Once he's dead, I'm sure I win her heart!!"

  "If we ever get married, I'll invite you to the wedding!"

  After hearing this, the Penguin fell silent for a brief moment.

  "Dice, my mother always told me that a womaher falls in love with someone in an instant or never will, even if they share a bed."

  "Oswald!" Diterrupted him.

  His tone was firm and demanding!

  "Oswald! My father saved you!! Without him, you wouldn't be where you are today. So!! Now it's time to repay that debt."

  Oher end of the s, the Penguin, though displeased, nodded relutly.

  "Dice, my friend, I'll repay this favor. Now, tell me the man's name!"

  Dice's eyes lit up:

  "His name is…"

  Bang!

  Thud!

  Dice's expression froze as his head hit the puter desk.

  A pool of blood spread across the desk and dripped onto the floor.

  Dice was dead—pletely and utterly dead.

  Peter holstered his gun, and the system's notification sounded.

  [You have puhe marked criminal. Reward: 100 points.]

  "Hmph, worthless scum."

  Peter had seen Dice's behavior just now. Killing him didn't weigh on his sce.

  He deserved to die.

  Oher end of the s, the Penguin was stunned.

  The person he had just been talking to was now dead—just like that.

  It scared the hell out of him!

  "Who are you?! You killed my friend!!"

  "What? Oswald, do you want to join him?"

  Faced with such a btant threat, the Penguin's anger fred.

  After all, he was a boss in Gotham's underground.

  Being threatened like this by Peter naturally provoked a stroion.

  "F***!! You killed my friend. I'll find you!! I'll drown you in the river!"

  Peter chuckled.

  "You should be gd I'm not in Gotham."

  The Penguin ughed in anger:

  "What, you want to e kill me? Even Gordon 't touch me. You think you ?!"

  "I live at 43 Vil Lane, Gotham City. There are twenty guards outside my house. You think you e kill me?"

  "Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"

  After saying this, the Penguin realized there was no response from the other end.

  It seemed he hadn't vented enough, so he smmed the table in frustration!

  However, Dice's death did relieve him somewhat. He was a man who believed in repaying favors.

  Since he owed a debt, he had to repay it. But now that Dice was dead, there was o go to New York.

  He hadn't even fully established himself in Gotham yet. Going to New York now might offend the local powers.

  The risk was too great.

  The Penguin hung up the call.

  Suddenly, a gust of wind blew into the room.

  He instinctively looked at the window, but it was tightly shut.

  "Weird."

  "Ahem."

  Just then, a voice rang out. The Penguin turo look, and his scalp tingled with fear!!

  "Sorry, were you looking for me?"

  The Penguin's eyes widened in shock.

  "What the f***!!!"