The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 20 Trading
Penguin is undoubtedly the most outstanding businessman in Gotham City. After he was captured, he quickly established his own intelligence network, moving between prison guards and prisoners. All the beer, beverages, mineral water, peanuts and melon seeds in the asylum, and in the end, even some prison guards called him Mr. Cobblepot.Anyway, in just half a year, he became the most powerful prisoner in the Arkham Asylum...

How powerful is he?

To name a few, he had two fresh live fish for every meal, a fine carpet in his cell, his own phonograph with a new set of discs every month, and his cigars were bigger than Quincy Warden's is even more expensive.

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

……

So without further ado, after four hours, it's lunch time.

Ziliang sat alone at a table.Since the muscle spasm has not been completely relieved, he can only slowly tear the slices of bread.

As for why the dinner should be changed to slices of bread, of course, because slices of bread can be used without utensils.

The shock prisoner who was poked by a spoon has not yet come to his senses, so no one knows how long the ban on tableware will last, but some well-informed people say that the logistics department has purchased butter and butter of various flavors overnight. The kind with tons of jam.This news is undoubtedly a terrible news for the prisoners in the Arkham Asylum, but it is amazing that few people seem to pay attention to this matter.
Because at this moment, something more eye-catching is happening in the madhouse.

That is, Penguin walked out of his luxurious cell, came to the canteen of the third prison in person, and sat down opposite Ziliang's dining table.This means that the Penguin thinks this newcomer is a troublesome person, and trouble... naturally has to be sorted out.

"Hello, Ziliang," said the penguin.

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

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

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

"Well, I know you are a very smart person, and people like you won't say much until you get to know me thoroughly, but I still want to explain my reason for coming." The penguin smiled and said: " You are a little too ostentatious as a newcomer, and it is because of you that 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 continue to mess around like this, you will probably get into trouble, you know what I mean, right."

After saying this, Penguin immediately fell silent and stared at Ziliang, waiting for an answer.

"Uh..." Ziliang swallowed the bread in his mouth: "Although you speak very politely, why do I feel that as long as I give an answer you don't like to hear, the brothers behind you will immediately put me down?" I tore it?"

He spoke casually, and without hesitation, pointed to a few strong men sitting outside a few tables with his chin.

The Penguin was slightly taken aback: "So... you have already seen it... Hehe, is it because you memorized all the faces in the entire prison on the day you were imprisoned?"

"I'm not that diligent." Ziliang said lazily, "Although those people don't come from the same way as you, it's too obvious that the people around you are staring at those people besides you. "

The Penguin nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, your observation skills are very keen, and as far as I know, a careful person like you should be very knowledgeable about current affairs, so."

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

Penguin frowned slightly: "Why do you ask this?"

"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 sit down Here" Ziliang said: "You should have found out everything about me after I entered Arkham, but I only know your name, which is not fair."

"Hehehe - very good, I am a businessman, and my favorite word is fair, so I can introduce myself again." The penguin said:
"You already know my name. I also have a very annoying nickname called 'Penguin'. The person I have killed the most in my life is the person who called this nickname in front of me. I was killed eight years ago. Imprisoned in Arkham Asylum for arms trafficking, and I can tell you categorically that I hate unsafe prison life, so from this second on, if I hear that you're causing me any trouble , I’ll knock your limbs off, and then tie your face to the wall on the toilet seat.”

"You are disgusting." When Ziliang heard the last sentence, he revealed an obvious disgusted expression: "But anyway, you are the only person I have seen in the Arkham Asylum these days who still has a brain Man. So, I want to make a deal with you."

The Penguin frowned even tighter. He originally came to warn the newcomer to be more honest, but as he was talking, this man named Ziliang actually brought up the topic of making a deal with himself.

Although he is very disgusted with this kind of dialogue that deviates from the main line, but... since there is a deal, there is no reason not to listen to it, right, this should be regarded as an occupational disease.

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

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

Penguin's expression didn't fluctuate, but he stared at Ziliang without saying a word for a long time.

After a few seconds like this: "Hehehe - it seems that I still underestimate you, I know what you want to ask, I know more or less about that matter, so the question is, what is your bargaining chip? "

"Battling chips~" Ziliang muttered, "How about bringing you with me when I tear down this prison in a few days?"

(End of this chapter)