Marone braced both hands on the table and leaned forward from above.
"Tell me... am I right, Mr. Wade? More precisely, Clear Wade."
Shimizu's face immediately darkened.
Just how many people had Penguin sold his information to?
"Don't misunderstand, Puppet Master. I didn't deliberately pry into this information. It's just... you know, gangs like the Two-Face Gang, which seem to be developing rapidly but actually lack a solid foundation, often let certain information slip out."
So there was a traitor within the Two-Face Gang.
"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Harvey Dent that you have someone inside the Two-Face Gang?"
"Of course. But I believe that someone who could escape Arkham by taking advantage of Joker right under Batman's nose, then build a gang of considerable size afterward, is worth that price."
Marone smiled.
So they were not only after the Titan Serum—they wanted him as well.
Shimizu smiled too.
They really knew how to dream, didn't they?
"This wasn't your offer, was it? If you had an informant in the Two-Face Gang capable of obtaining such important information, Harvey Dent wouldn't have beaten you into this state back then."
Marone froze.
Was this guy deliberately mocking him, or was he really the crude fool Marone had thought he was, speaking without thinking?
"It was Carmine Falcone's offer. We want to cooperate with Mr. Wade. All you need to do is turn on Harvey Dent at a few critical moments and stab him in the back. Once it's done, the three of us will divide Two-Face's territory, and Mr. Falcone will also offer 100 million dollars as payment for your services."
Shimizu closed his eyes and tapped his fingers against the tabletop.
One hundred million dollars!
Even across all his lives, he had never handled that much money.
And there was