Shocked, Batman's Greatest Fear Was Actually Spider-Man

The more Penguin spoke, the angrier he became. He cursed up a storm, swearing he would drag out the bastard spreading those rumors and personally chop him into mince.

Du Mu stood nearby, nodding repeatedly with an indignant look on his face. He said the rumor-monger was truly vile—so vile that even a complete bystander like him could not stand it—and told Penguin not to worry. He would definitely help find the culprit and clear Penguin's name as soon as possible.

Hearing this, Penguin felt a wave of emotion rise within him.

He had never expected Du Mu to trust him so much, to so readily believe that he was not the one spreading rumors, and even offer to help him.

Still, Du Mu did sympathize with Penguin.

No wonder Penguin had not contacted him these past few days. Du Mu had thought Penguin had lost interest in Shorty Delight, but it turned out Batman had beaten him so badly he could not even get out of bed.

Sure enough, the Game System's comment had been right: everyone else was showing off, while only Penguin kept getting beaten up.

Du Mu said, "Why don't you change your name? Stop calling yourself Oswald Cobblepot from now on. Call yourself Doudou."

Penguin asked in confusion, "Why?"

Du Mu grinned. "Because penguins have three great hobbies: eating, sleeping, and beating up Doudou. And you're Doudou."

Penguin:

He did not pick up that thread. Getting beaten up every day was hardly something to be proud of.

Penguin's gaze fell on Zsasz's corpse. "You killed him?"

Du Mu immediately corrected him. "Watch your wording. This was self-defense."

"But you broke both his arms. At that point, he had no ability to attack you and posed no threat."

Penguin had witnessed the entire process with his