Intentionally Creating a Game

Hearing that Du Mu wanted him to be his lackey, Penguin was naturally unwilling.

He was, after all, one of the major powers in Gotham's underworld.

Why would he give up being a boss to become someone else's employee? If word got out, where would he put his face? He wouldn't even be able to hold his head up and greet his peers in the future.

Penguin took a deep breath, pondering how to refuse without offending the other man.

Before he could speak, however, Du Mu suddenly pulled out a tablet, tapped the screen twice with his fingertip, and held it out before him.

"Here are the company's future projects. Take a look first."

Penguin accepted it with some suspicion and glanced down. His entire body instantly froze.

His tiny eyes widened and widened as his fingers began frantically swiping across the screen. The faster he flipped through it, the heavier his breathing became.

Only after several full minutes did he abruptly look up, his eyes fixed on Du Mu and filled with disbelief.

"Officer Du Mu, the projects listed here... are they all real?"

"Of course."

Du Mu nodded calmly and took a sip from his wineglass.

The taste was mediocre. Not as good as Coke.

Penguin swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing hard.

Though he came from a gangster background, his business sense was no worse than anyone's. At a glance, he could see just how terrifying the commercial potential of these projects was.

It was no exaggeration to say that successfully developing any one of them could create several billionaires in America.

Compared to these projects, the shady businesses in his hands were simply not worth mentioning.

Don't think that making money through illegal sidelines meant it was truly that profitable.

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