At Penguin's shout, staff from the Mayor's Mansion rushed in at once, but Emperor Penguin had already shut the door and given Penguin a meaningful look.
Penguin slapped his forehead. He understood what Emperor Penguin meant. If the man might not survive long enough for treatment, or if the treatment might not succeed anyway, then they might as well destroy the evidence and pretend none of this had happened. At least that would keep him out of it.
But what kind of person would try to destroy the evidence of Batman? Even if Batman was a rookie who had just started out, this was simply an impossible task.
Besides being Batman, he was Bruce Wayne. Plenty of people wanted Bruce dead, but if he really died, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Congress, S.H.I.E.L.D., and all sorts of similar organizations would definitely investigate the matter with the utmost seriousness.
The capitalists would never allow the family-run corporate empires they had built to be stolen so easily. If killing the parents and then killing the child was enough to seize control with ease, then none of them would be safe.
They would pay unimaginable costs to eliminate such a threat. Even the slightest suspicion would make him the enemy of high society in an instant.
With a savage expression, Penguin waved his hand and shouted, "Call an ambulance! Don't touch him! Don't touch him! You bunch of idiots!!"
The Mayor's Mansion staff in front of him had actually been about to lift the upper body of a man who had been shot in the chest. Someone else had grabbed his legs, intending to lay him on the floor.
Penguin charged forward desperately and waved everyone back. At that moment, he realized the advantage of preserving his old gang structure. Soon, a group