"So... you're Penguin?"
Eric glanced at the burly bodyguards standing beside him, casually set down his umbrella, then sat on the sofa opposite Penguin and asked in an indifferent tone.
Penguin's lips twitched slightly as he looked toward the long-legged woman in black stockings beside him.
The woman in black stockings glanced at Eric, then handed the black top hat in her hand to Penguin.
Putting on the black top hat and monocle, Penguin leaned forward and asked Eric in a hostile tone, "Who are you?"
"Mm-hm."
Eric nodded. "A cane, a black top hat, and a monocle—this is what the traditional Penguin should look like. As for my name, you can call me Umbrella Man, or Homelander. That depends entirely on your personal preference."
Eric said casually, "Should I say it's an honor? After all, I've met the famous Penguin."
"I don't like being called that."
Anger appeared on Penguin's face as he heavily rapped his cane against the table. "I don't care whether you're Umbrella Man or some Homelander. You stole my umbrella and dared to come to my door to provoke me. Do you know what fate awaits you?"
"Actually, I don't."
Putting on an exceptionally sincere expression, Eric asked Penguin, "Would it be ten sunless years locked away in Blackgate Prison?"
The moment Eric mentioned "Blackgate Prison" and "ten years," Penguin flew into a rage.
His only pain was having been imprisoned by Jim Gordon in Blackgate Prison for ten years, only to be released not long ago.
To him, it was a humiliation and betrayal branded deep into his heart.
"How dare you?!"
With rage filling his chest, Penguin roared at the men on either side of him, "Kill him! Now!"
The tall, muscular bodyguards immediately charged at Eric, who was sitting on the sofa.