The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 222 Once
In the traffic behind me, I occasionally thought of the long honking of police cars and ambulances. They should be rushing to the convenience store that just called the police. However, the congested streets are like intestines that have been constipated for two weeks. No gaps can be made.

Therefore, the police and medical staff could only rush to the convenience store one block away with a stretcher. If they were lucky, they should be able to rescue the poor clerk in time.

But this was not something that Quinn cared about. She just politely turned her side to make way for the doctors rushing past her, and then continued to flip through the newspaper in her hand.

"Hamilet Golf Course Celebrates Anniversary"

"Investor Zod Cuts the Ribbon for Wayne Group's New Project"

These two pieces of news occupy the two headline sections of the newspaper. You don't even need to look down to know that today's newspaper is equivalent to writing nothing.

There were no homicides, no bank robberies, not even an explosion. If it weren't for the end of this street, you could vaguely see the iconic Wayne Building in Gotham City. Harley Quinn even thought she had taken the wrong one. newspaper.

But it doesn't matter anymore, maybe those cuties are tired recently, or they were caught in the Arkham Asylum again, that's just right, I can go to rescue my little pudding again, this is really perfect But it's a meet and greet.

So, Quinn threw the newspaper away and started her happy journey to find her lovely Mr. J.

And her first stop was a restaurant.
【Iceberg Club】

This is the largest restaurant on 75th Street in Gotham City. Of course, you can tell from the name that besides eating, there are many other entertainments that you can think of or can't think of.

The casino here can bet on everything you want to bet, and no one will default. You can buy everything you want here. As long as the price is reasonable, the people who can enter here are not ordinary citizens. Maybe this table They were talking about an action about blowing up the city hall, and the next table was arguing about a large deal of arms business.

This restaurant is the most organized and notorious place for criminal transactions in Gotham City.

The owner of this restaurant is called Oswald Chesterfield Copperpot.

People on the road like to call him Penguin, of course. You can't call him that in front of him, unless you never want to see your tongue again.

On this day, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, before the opening time of Bingshan Restaurant, a woman with a hot figure walked in.

"Hey, miss, we haven't opened yet." A guard who was about the size of a sumo wrestler stopped Quinn.

"Who stipulated that the restaurant must be open before it can receive guests?" Harley Quinn asked rhetorically.

The man frowned and thought to himself, you have to go in before the opening, do you want to sit there alone and look at the ceiling?However, he still didn't say such impolite words. After working here for a long time, he knows that people who come here are not so easy to mess with, so the security guard replied politely: "This is the rule here. .”

"Oh, so that's the case." Quinn nodded: "But...it's not my rule."

After all, the giant man's expression changed suddenly, from cold to severe pain, and then he fell down clutching his stomach, while Quinn, as if nothing happened, shook off the blood on the fruit knife and pushed away door of the restaurant.

Just like what the strong man at the door said, there was no one in the Bingshan restaurant, only a few waiters were cleaning. When they saw Quinn walking in, they didn't say anything, they just froze for a moment, Then he watched Quinn walk towards the bar of the restaurant.

"Jingle Bell"

Quinn rang the bell in front of the bar.

After a while, a man who looked like a bartender came out: "Hello Miss, how can I help you?" He was obviously a little puzzled by the woman who barged in, but he still spoke very politely.

"Where's Penguin?" she asked straight to the point
"Hehe, dear lady." The bartender responded with a smile, "We don't have the penguin you mentioned here."

This time, it was Quinn's turn to be stunned: "Oh? Are you sure? The 'Penguin' I'm talking about is that one with a single eye button on his eye, a monkey cheek with a sharp mouth but still has a big belly, short, frustrated and always I like to wear a children's suit, um, what's the name, oh, yes, Copperpot!"

Quinn accentuated his accent again, and spoke with obvious sarcasm in cadence.

The expression of the bartender finally relaxed a little. It is true that the owner of this restaurant is called Cobblepot, but according to the majesty of the Copott family, is it really okay for this woman to say such slanderous and disrespectful words here?

Of course not.

So as soon as the words fell, the doors of the Bingshan restaurant were suddenly pushed open, and several tall and burly men rushed out, and then surrounded Harley Quinn.

"Can I have a glass of juice?" Quinn still looked like no one else was there, and he was still a little uncertain, choosing the flavor of the juice.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." A gentle voice came: "I'm afraid it's not the time to drink juice."

Quinn finally laughed. She naturally recognized Penguin's shrill voice.

"Haha, I don't want to use this method to call you out, but I can't help it, so it's been a long time." She said, then turned around, but she was stunned for a second.

Because, the one in front of her was not the Penguin, to be precise, not the Penguin she was familiar with.

Although the man in front of him is short in stature, he is not fat, even a little thin, and he does not have the monocle on his eyes. Moreover, he obviously looks much younger than the image in memory. If it is not for the preconceived The voice, and the habit of wearing a suit and holding a gentleman's crutch as usual, Quinn couldn't believe it, this is the "Penguin Man" in his mouth.
Perhaps seeing Harley Quinn's surprised expression, Mr. Cobblepot smiled: "I'm sorry ma'am, if I'm not mistaken, the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked, short and frustrating person you just described should be our Cobblepot A certain member of the Potter family, although the family is a law-abiding one, but they don't want to be attacked by unfair remarks, and they don't like to see their employees being bullied. So... you still have 10 seconds Time to convince me not to throw you in the shark tank.

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"What year is this year?" Quinn asked suddenly. She seemed to realize that she had made a stupid, stupid mistake.

(End of this chapter)