Qingshui decisively put Marconi in front of him, making those people hesitant to shoot, not daring to pull the trigger.
Several men in black suits indeed hesitated.
"Get lost."
Qingshui used his free hand to point a gun at Marconi, subtly gesturing with his chin.
"Let him pass! Let him pass!"
Marconi yelled.
The men in suits made way.
"What on earth did you do?! Why, why..."
Marconi's tongue was twisted, and his speech was slurred.
"Do you feel weakness in your limbs and tongue? Soon you'll also experience dizziness, nausea, limb paralysis, and difficulty breathing. These are symptoms of Cobra Venom. It blocks nerve and muscle transmission, leading to muscle weakness, impaired bodily functions, and finally, you'll clearly feel death while fully conscious. According to the dose I injected, you should have two to three hours left to live."
"Save… save me, I'll do anything you want…"
Marconi stammered.
"Have your men retreat and don't let them follow, or I'll end your life right now."
Qingshui pressed the gun to Marconi's head, his voice menacing.
It was clear that the men in suits had used their phones to notify others, and now more and more people were gathering, but they didn't dare to act while Marconi was held by Qingshui.
"Let, let go, everyone let go!"
Marconi yelled.
The group of men in suits cleared a path.
"Boss!"
"Boss, are you okay?"
"Boss! What happened!"
Aman, Accountant, and seven or eight Hogg United subordinates jogged over through the cleared path, asking Qingshui questions while holding up their pistols, wary of Marconi's men.
"Nothing, just tie him up and take him back to the car."
Qingshui gestured to a subordinate with a colorful mohawk.
Mohawk understood and took off his belt, tying Marconi up.
"Ahem, well, Mr. Watt, causing trouble on my turf, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
At the main entrance, Penguin stood in the way with a group of his men.
"He started it."
Qingshui lightly tapped Marconi's head with the gun barrel.
Penguin smiled faintly, unfazed.
"Is a million dollars enough?"
Penguin had a dismissive expression, holding up two fingers as if dealing with a beggar.
"Two million?"
"No, twenty million."
Qingshui twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Wait a while."
Qingshui pointed the gun at Marconi.
"This guy can fetch a lot of money from Harvey Dent. The Two-Face Gang must be loaded after robbing the Gotham Savings and Loan Bank last time."
Penguin hesitated.
"Hurry up, this guy's been poisoned by me. If he doesn't get the Antivenom soon, he'll die."
Marconi was already foaming at the mouth.
"Twenty… million, I'll pay, give me… the Antivenom…"
Only then did Penguin's face light up with a smile, and he had his subordinates clear the road.
*Bang!*
Marconi was shoved into the back seat of the car, with Mohawk watching him.
Aman got into the driver's seat, and Qingshui sat in the passenger seat. He pulled out a syringe from the storage compartment beside his seat, turned, and injected it into a vein in Marconi's neck.
"The toxin will be neutralized by the Antivenom within five minutes."
Marconi was mumbling some incoherent words.
"What's he saying?"
Qingshui frowned.
The punk leaned his ear close to Marconi's mouth.
"Boss, he sounds like he's saying… something about not being able to hold it in?"
Qingshui looked down suspiciously.
A foul smell wafted up.
It turned out the muscle weakness caused by the snake venom had also weakened his sphincter.
"Open the window on that guy's side for ventilation, and Aman, next time, switch my ride to the other armored car."
"Alright, boss!"
"Alright, b-boss… Ugh! What did you middle-aged baldies eat? How can it smell so bad?!"
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Burnley District, southeast Gotham City, Central Warehouse.
This was one of Gotham's top large cold storage facilities, bought by Harvey Dent to house Mr. Freeze and his wife, and converted into a research base for the Titan Formula.
"Do we really have to use that stuff?"
Two-Face asked Mr. Freeze, who was at the lab bench.
Victor dripped a tiny amount of Titan Formula onto the test plate and said, "It's a special organic compound that stimulates human steroids. The electron microscope you provided isn't powerful enough to directly show its molecular structure, so we can only deduce the molecular formula through chemical analysis. But our understanding of this thing's molecular structure is still insufficient. If we want to use a substitute, we need to try more related organic compounds, which you might not be able to get easily. Not to mention, it would require multiple in-vivo experiments, which would also be a hassle."
Harvey Dent scratched his hair, frustrated.
"My electron microscope, which cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, isn't enough?"
"You're a law student; of course you wouldn't know that a high-end, atomic-level TEM transmission electron microscope can cost over two million dollars."
Mr. Freeze said unhurriedly.
"But this is the best electron microscope I could buy."
"Of course you don't have the connections, because this kind of microscope needs to be custom-ordered from specialized companies. I suggest you send someone to LexCorp in Metropolis to try your luck; they might have some old ones lying around, because I heard they're already using even better sub-nanometer microscopes."
"I'll contact them."
Harvey Dent nodded, making a mental note.
"Oh, right, what about that Flash Watt from last time? He saw Nora last time and said he had a supernatural method that could repair cells frozen by low temperatures and slow down nerve damage. Any news?"
Mr. Freeze asked, pouring the liquid from a test tube into a petri dish.
"Not yet," Harvey Dent shook his head.
"If he can really do it, I wouldn't mind giving him the manufacturing method for the freezing device. If Nora can be cured…"
Mr. Freeze said emotionally, "For Nora, I'd agree to anything!"
Harvey Dent didn't reply.
He was actually quite covetous of Mr. Freeze's equipment.
However, if he could restore the Titan Venom, his own subordinates could also possess supernatural-level strength.
Just then, Harvey Dent's phone rang.
"Watt? What do you want?"
Mr. Freeze perked up his ears.
"Mr. Dent, Marconi is in my hands now. Want to make a deal?"
Harvey Dent's breathing suddenly quickened.
"How much do you want?"
"No rush. This guy was instructed by Falcone to turn me against you. Also, there's a traitor in your Two-Face Gang who sold out your deal with me, even my information. This bit of news should be worth a lot, right?"
"I'll go rob the Gotham First National Bank vault again this afternoon!"
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