The Penguin instinctively reached for his gun—a rea born of years of survival instincts.

  His life had taught him that only with a on in hand could he ensure his safety.

  He grabbed the pistol and aimed it at Peter's head.

  "Who… who are you?!"

  "What kind of trick are you pying?!"

  "Don't take me for a fool. There's no way you could've gotten from New York to Gotham in an instant!!"

  Fag the dark barrel of the guer remained unfazed.

  "Does my being here surprise you?"

  "Weren't you the one who invited me over the phone?"

  Ier's eyes, ordinary people without superpowers or special abilities posed no threat.

  Even if the Penguin pulled the trigger, Peter had at least three ways to avoid the bullet.

  The Penguin was torn. This world did have superpowered individuals.

  Superman and Homender were proof of that. But he refused to believe that this guy, dressed like a 20th-tury mobster, had superpowers too.

  "Hey, don't get cocky. This has to be a setup. You've been hiding in my house all along."

  "Tell me, what's your real goal?"

  Peter snorted.

  "Think whatever you want. You just o uand ohing—soon, you'll see your own brains."

  The Penguin was furious. It had been a long time sinyone dared to speak to him like this.

  "Oh really? Seems like you've fottehing—I'm the one holding the gun."

  "In the sed, I blow your brains out."

  Normally, Peter wouldn't waste time talking, but today, having just gotten a million dolrs, he was in a great mood. He was even more talkative than usual.

  Peter walked up to the Penguin.

  "Let's make a bet. I bet yun has no bullets."

  The Penguin, feeling his authority repeatedly challenged, finally snapped!

  He aimed at Peter's head and pulled the trigger with all his might!

  Click!

  Nothing happened!

  The Pengui as if he'd been struck by lightning, swallowing nervously.

  How… how is this possible?!

  I clearly remember loading it. How could it…?!

  This isn't stific!!

  "What? Speechless?"

  Peter's tone was firm.

  He puhe Penguin to the ground!

  "And you call yourself a gang boss?"

  "You don't even know if yun's loaded. What good is it in your hands?!"

  "Answer me!"

  Wheer had ehe Penguin's room earlier, he had already removed the magazine from the gun. But thanks to the Rabbit Talisman's speed, the Penguin hadn't noticed.

  Oswald y on the ground, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks, too terrified to speak.

  But having faced death several times before, he quickly regained his posure.

  To survive, he had to beg for mercy.

  He k before Peter.

  "Sir, please spare me! I apologize!"

  "I'll lick your shoes!"

  He crawled forward, ready to stick out his tongue!

  Peter kicked him away.

  Now he finally uood how satisfying it must have been for Yan Shuangying to show off like this.

  At this point, Peter had run out of patience.

  "Judging that Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin, is guilty of…"

  Before he could finish the wuilty," the system's voice chimed in.

  [Side Quest Activated ( Be Deed)]

  [A vilinous superhero also have their own fa. Build your own team.]

  [plete the quest to receive a special reward.]

  [A vilinous superhero walks the liween light and darkness. Building a faight be redundant.]

  [Dee the quest to receive a special reward.]

  Peter: "…"

  So, either way, there's a be, huh?

  The Penguin was still begging for mercy.

  "Sir, I'll give you anything! I have a mother to support. Please spare me!"

  Peter looked at the Penguin.

  "I might let you live."

  "But you'll have to work for me."

  The Penguin was overjoyed, kneeling and thankier profusely.

  "Most of the time, I won't bother you. Yang is still yours to trol."

  "Two ditions. First, how you deal with angs is your business, but you 't harm civilians."

  The Penguin nodded repeatedly.

  "I don't usually harm civilians!"

  Peter tinued:

  "Sed, keep an eye ohing happening in Gotham. Report to me once a month. I'll e to you."

  The Penguin quickly agreed:

  "Don't worry, sir. I won't let you down."

  Peter nodded and tossed a few bullets to the Penguin.

  "Oswald, load the gun and shoot me in the head."

  "What?!"

  The Penguin thought he'd misheard.

  "You heard me. Do as I say!"

  The Penguin quickly loaded the bullets into the magazine and chambered a round!

  As a gang boss in Gotham, he didn't want to be trolled by anyone.

  You asked for this. If you're looking to die, that's on you!

  Die!

  He screamed in his heart and pulled the trigger!

  Click, click, click!

  He pulled the trigger repeatedly, but not a single bullet fired.

  The Bulletproof Skull passive skill had activated.

  The Penguin was utterly dumbfounded. If he had still harbored some defiance earlier, now he was filled with pure terror.

  This man was too terrifying.

  All thoughts of resistance vanished in an instant!

  By the time he came to his senses and wao ftter Peter, the room was empty.

  "Terrifying!"

  "This man is the most terrifying person I've ever met!"

  Sweat dripped from the Penguin's forehead.

  He colpsed to the ground, utterly defeated.