âMarvie, is he the rumoured Phantom Kid who played Gordon like a child and now came to offer me Adamâs Star?â
In the luxurious room, a short fat middle-aged man in a suit and black bowler hat was sitting on a sofa with an umbrella pinned in his hand, and like Phantom Kid, he was wearing a monocle, only without that magical backlighting.
In total, There were only three people in this room. The Penguin was confident that no one would ever be able to break through here, maybe there existed one eight years ago, but never now.
Even if there was, heâd better run away quickly. No amount of bodyguards will be able to protect him in this place.
As for Marvieâs real position, she was actually the Penguinâs secretary. Mathison was genuinely surprised when he knew this.
âThe infamous Penguin, I should say I am honoured to meet you.â
Mathisonâs face beamed the same smile he always wore.
âI donât like to be called that.â
The Penguinâs face became cold.
âThen⊠forgive me, Mr. Cobblepot, for my overfamiliarityâ
Mathison shrugged, unconcerned by the penguinâs warning.
âMarvie, I asked you a question, why are you still frozen there up to now!â
The Penguin turned his attention to the last person in the room.
âBoss, he brought Adamâs Star with him.â
Marvie walked over to Penguin and told him everything that had just happened, and as soon as he heard of it, his face became instantly gloomy.
It was a low roar full of anger, and Marvie, who knew her bossâs temperament well, cowered in fear.
âHow many times have I told you that we are businessmen and that we never break the rules of our own territory!â
âNo businessman would turn down his own customers!â
The umbrella in the Penguinâs hand hit the floor with a heavy âthudâ.
âRobbing a customer of the goods he wants to trade? Do you have any idea how your actions could stain the reputation of the Iceberg? The biggest black market in Gotham that Iâve managed to build could be ruined!â
âMarvie, youâve been by my side for two years now, you should know what kind of punishment will follow.â
At those words, Marvieâs face was pale and her eyes were filled with horror.
As Mathison watched, Marvieâs end was probably going to be miserable, but he wouldnât speak up for someone who tried to shoot him.
What he hadnât expected was that the Penguins actually valued their âreputationâ, which was ironic when you consider that even heroin sellers take the purity of their goods very seriously. All of them are âprofessional businessmenâ who demand quality, compared to some legitimate businesses.
At first, Mathison thought the Penguin would turn on him, because a mere Adamâs Star was not enough to make Cobblepot go desperate for it, in addition, there were many other goods traded here worth far more than the gem.
Of course, he survived up to now due to his strength, if by now, he was killed by a shot from Marvie, the penguin would have merely given an order to get rid of his corpse.
With this thought in mind, Mathison sat down graciously opposite the Penguin and placed Adamâs Star on the middle of the table.
âAh, Phantom Kid, I apologize for what just happened and also appreciate the fact that you chose our place to trade⊠So, what would you like to trade Adamâs Star for, money? Gold? Or anything else?â
The penguin immediately reverted his face to the one of a businessman, with a big smile on it. Though in this case, it was as ugly as it could be.
âI am in desperate need of a sum of money, the amount does not matter, and I trust that you, Mr. Cobblepot, wonât make me a wild offer.â
Although the market valuation of Adamâs Star was up to $170 million, black market transactions are not based on the normal price. Usually, the amount would be reduced by 20 to 30 percent.
It is possible that an auction would fetch a high price, but the starting price would be much lower than the normal price, and the bids would vary from territory to territory.
It didnât matter how much, more or less, the cash he is getting. After all, his parents had left him a lot of money, but he wanted to establish an exclusive base for Phantom Kid, and if he used his own family money he would be easily traced, so he had to use these unrecorded funds.
âThen, based on the market valuation, 170 million dollars, as an apology for Marvieâs rudeness earlier.â
The Penguin lit a cigar and took a puff.
âOh? Wouldnât you be losing a lot of money out of thin air then, Mr. Cobblepot?â
Mathison couldnât believe such a good thing could happen.
âDonât overthink it, Iâm not in the business to lose money,â said the Penguin, a veteran of the business who could not see the suspicions of Phantom Kid, âSomeone in New York just happened to want the jewel at a high price, and guess how much he offered? A whole $200 million!â
âA little operation could have raised the price even higher, and if it werenât for this buyer, I honestly wouldnât have any interest in the gem itself.â
âBut if you want to ask who this buyer is, then I have no comment.â
Mathison couldnât confirm whether the Penguin was telling the truth or not and had to choose to believe it.
With the agreed price, the transaction was carried out straight away. 170 million dollars was transferred to a virtual account that Mathison had, opened in advance so that even if the transaction records were traced, no one would know whom it belonged to.
Once everything was done, Mathison got up and left the place, disguised as a middle-aged male in front of the Penguin, and then walked straight outside to the auction house.
Penguin recognized that Phantom Kid could change his appearance at will and that it would be impossible to track him in the middle of a crowd.
âPhantom Kid? ⊠What an interesting guy. Seems that Gotham will be lively again in the future, hehehehe~â
Looking at Mathison on his way out, Penguin laughed meaningfully.
Meanwhile, in the Batcave underneath Wayne ManorâŠ
âMaster Wayne, thereâs good news for you.â
Alfred came to Bruceâs side with a newspaper in his hand.
Almost every day this week, Bruce had gone to the Batcave, using his Batcomputer to search for any signs of Phantom Kid.
For a month, Bruce has extracted and seen all the surveillance records of the area around the Gotham Exhibition Hall, yet no clues about Phantom Kid were found.
It was as if Phantom Kid had appeared out of thin air, with no absolute records of his whereabouts.
He could not even find any suspicious person who might be Phantom Kid.
This raised Bruceâs curiosity; it had been a long time since he had been this interested in something.
The newspaper that Alfred had just handed over to him had increased Bruceâs interest even more.
The headline of the paper read, âA second teaser letter from Phantom Kid appears⊠Is this coded teaser letter really from Kid?â
âThe fickle brothers are going to the end.
By this time, the Twelve Trials had reached their second,
When Selene cannot look far enough to see Helios,
I shall listen to the call of the waves and come to snatch the catâs eye.
See you soon, Phantom Kid!â
Looking at this mysterious teaser letter, Bruce showed a smile of triumph!
Seeing this, Alfred smiled with reliefâŠ