"Where is that Roman?"
After venting his anger on his subordinates, he asked his assistant, "I heard he's been very low-key lately, and the gangs who wanted to seize his interests have almost been completely wiped out. Shouldn't he step forward now to take over his territory?"
The Roman that Penguin referred to was Carmine Falcone, the leader of the Roman gang, nicknamed "The Roman," known for his ruthlessness and expansionist tendencies.
Falcone practically controlled all of Gotham City, colluding with Gotham City's Mayor, City Council, and Police Commissioner Gillian B. Loeb. As a result, Falcone repeatedly escaped the law in Gotham City unscathed, until the appearance of Batman.
The assistant replied to him, "Mr. Falcone has rarely shown his face recently. Some say he returned to Chicago."
"Chicago?"
Penguin looked at his subordinates, took a few breaths, sat on the sofa, and placed his umbrella aside.
"Yes."
He said to his subordinates, "At this point, he can only flee to Chicago. The Vitti family in Chicago is who he's seeking refuge with. His sister, Carla Vitti, is a core member of the Vitti family. For a stray dog like him, there's no more effective way to hide than to seek refuge with his sister."
He seemed quite pleased with Falcone's predicament. "An old-timer like him, without any new-era gangster spirit, had best withdraw from this city that doesn't suit him."
"I remember he was troubled by Harvey Dent before, and his territory kept shrinking. Oh, that must have been Harvey Dent when he was a prosecutor, not Two-Face later. Later, he tried to kidnap Gordon, but was scared witless by that bastard Batman. Heh heh, what an impatient and intolerant bastard."
After a series of taunts aimed at Falcone, Penguin's mood improved somewhat.
However, thinking that he too was being forced to leave this city, Penguin felt a surge of displeasure.
So, in the end, he would meet the same fate as the Roman?!
After a moment of gloomy contemplation, he had his subordinates bring him today's newspaper.
His subordinates, who had already prepared them, handed him several newspapers.
The first newspaper that caught his eye was the Daily Planet.
The main section of the Daily Planet introduced Homelander's action of placing a city in the desert.
It confidently speculated that this city must be the legendary city of Atlantis.
And the man with golden light emanating from his upper body was the King of Atlantis—Aquaman.
The newspaper reported on the attack launched by the Atlanteans on the city, and as retaliation, Homelander dragged their city from the ocean and placed it in the desert.
Looking at the image published in the newspaper, of the so-called "Aquaman" kneeling before Homelander amidst the swirling sand, Penguin put down the newspaper with a complex expression.
His inner worries intensified.
Although he knew that Homelander, or "the Umbrella Man," with whom he had dealt a long time ago, was an extremely dangerous fellow, he never expected him to be capable of such a feat.
The entire United States was prostrate at his feet.
Even the darkness of Gotham City, this famous crime capital, was completely uprooted by him. All the notorious villains of Gotham were arrested by his military police and thrown into prison or insane asylums.
He took a sip of coffee, feeling some trepidation, and began to anticipate that he might be the next to be arrested.
Although he was currently extremely low-key, had ceased all private gang activities, even closed the Iceberg Restaurant, and spent his days hiding at home, oblivious to the world, he believed that Homelander's military police would eventually come for him.
After all, even those more discreetly hidden than himself had been ferreted out by the military police.
That's why he was thinking of transferring his assets and quickly fleeing abroad to hide for a while.
If there was an opportunity, he would return to Gotham; otherwise, he would have to hide abroad for the rest of his life.
Many thoughts flashed through Penguin's mind, but he did not show them. Instead, he continued to order his subordinates to be smart and quickly transfer his funds successfully.
After all his subordinates had left, Penguin sighed, put the coffee cup aside, and unbuttoned his collar to get some air.
The fatigue of this period had left him mentally and physically exhausted.
"If Homelander has targeted your method of fund transfer, then he won't let you leave!"
A voice suddenly came from outside the window.
"Who?!"
Hearing the voice from outside, Penguin immediately sat up in alarm.
"Who's out there?!"
The room he was in was on the third floor; it was impossible for an ordinary person to appear there now.
Thinking that the visitor might be hostile, Penguin immediately picked up his umbrella to use as a defensive tool.
"Creak!"
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