Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin, sat on the floor, his fear still unshaken.

  The man irench coat and mask, who looked like a mobster from the st tury, was undoubtedly the most terrifying person he had ever entered!

  Guns and bullets were useless against him?!

  And what was with that bizarre speed? He disappeared in an instant!

  The dozen or so hen outside hadn't noticed a thing!

  The Penguin was utterly despairing. The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.

  This meant the man could appear beside him at any moment and kill him with ease.

  When fag an enemy of equal strength who temporarily gains the upper hand, the best course of a is to yield and strike back ter. Victory is still possible.

  But when your oppo is someone who effortlessly destroy everything, the only thing to do is bow your head. It's okay to be a little obsequious.

  Survival is what matters most.

  In the Penguin's mind, Peter was now that kind of terrifyience.

  In parison, the ret rising hero of Gotham, Batman, seemed like an angel.

  At least if you were caught by him, you could survive.

  Beio prison aually released was just a matter of time.

  As the Penguin calmed down, he couldn't help but feel regret!

  "Damn you, Dice! This is all your fault!!"

  "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have provoked such a terrifying guy!!"

  Just theer's voice echoed in the room.

  "Who are you calling terrifying?"

  The Penguin shuddered as if struck by a sudden shock.

  In the blink of an eye, Peter had returned.

  "Sir, why are you back?"

  Peter chuckled lightly.

  "I let you go earlier, but now I regret it."

  At these words, the stohat had just settled in the Penguin's heart rose again!

  Sweat once again beaded on his forehead.

  He khat if the other man wao kill him, he had no way to resist.

  Even if he survived today, what about tomorrow?

  "Haha, don't be nervous. I'm just joking."

  "Whew!"

  The Penguin's mouth twitched.

  This joke wasn't funny at all.

  He wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced a smile.

  He let out a couple hs in response.

  "You're quite the humorous one, sir."

  Peter's tourned serious as he patted the Penguin on the shoulder.

  "Oswald, I know about you. The misfortunes of your childhood aren't your fault. You had no choice but to walk this path."

  "But now it's different. By w for me, you have everything you want."

  "When necessary, if you enter a problem you 't solve, you e to me for help."

  "However, unless absolutely necessary, it's best not to do so. My time is precious."

  Peter, well-versed i of painting a rosy picture, spoke these words with ease.

  Whether or not these promises could be fulfilled iure didn't matter. What mattered ainting that picture today.

  This was also a necessary tactic to increase Oswald's loyalty to him.

  Intimidation alone wasn't enough. He had to offer some sweeteo make people willingly work for him.

  Don't ask how he knew all this. Let's just say he had entered such bosses in his past life.

  People iably bee what they once despised.

  Hearier's words, the Penguin was deeply moved.

  A person with so much bitterness in their heart—how much care and love does it take to fill that void?

  The answer: just a little.

  For a moment, the Penguin couldn't trol his emotions ahe urge to cry.

  He also began to feel that the man before him wasn't so terrifying after all.

  On the trary, he seemed like a det person.

  Even though he had offended him earlier, not only had Peter not killed him, but he had also taken him under his wing!

  He had already left but came back specifically to say these words to him.

  He truly was a good person.

  If it were him, with such immense power, he probably wouldn't be siving toward others.

  The Penguin took a deep breath and said to Peter solemnly:

  "Sir, I, Oswald Cobblepot, am now your man. I'll follow your every and!"

  This knightly vow showed his siy.

  Peter suddenly began to doubt himself.

  Wait…

  Are you ag, or do I actually have a talent for bluff people?

  Does Oswald have Sto Syndrome or something???

  This is ridiculous…

  Peter smiled faintly and tinued:

  "Work hard. With my prote, no one will bully you iure."

  "Unfortunately, I'm currently dealing with some injuries. Once I recover…"

  He didn't finish the sentence, leaving the Penguin to imagihe possibilities.

  The Penguin swallowed hard, his eyes gleaming.

  "Could it be that you're even strohan Superman…"

  Peter said lightly:

  "Superman? He's nothing special. Oswald, broaden your horizons. With such limited insight, it'll be hard to entrust you with important tasks iure."

  The Pengui his head spin. In his worldview, Superman was undoubtedly the stro being.

  Could it be that this man before him was even strohan Superman?

  Yes!

  That was entirely possible!

  Bullets couldn't harm Superman, but they couldn't even reach this man!

  So, he might indeed be strohan Superman!!!

  What kind of luck did I have today?

  To have met such a powerful figure!

  The Penguin suddenly felt that his future was bright!