Kingpin: I Only Want Results

"Jim, it looks like you've made up your mind. Welcome to DC."

Anton spoke with Jim for a while and quickly settled on DC Company's upcoming operating structure.

Jim would naturally be in charge of the film division.

Browning Toby, the ace screenwriter who had worked very pleasantly with him before, would be responsible for screenwriting.

Anton would oversee the creative work and overall direction.

Besides films, DC Company would continue recruiting talent and aggressively expand into entertainment fields such as novels, comics, and animation.

At the same time, Anton would set up a forum for serialized web novels on the Daily Bugle's official website, where stories about Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and others could be published.

As time went on, once it had accumulated enough users, the forum could be spun off as a platform for "online literature"—the Marvel world's version of Starting Point Network.

This grand blueprint made Jim's blood surge.

However, Jim had been in Hollywood for so many years. Every year, people painted such blueprints for him, yet very few ever succeeded.

The only difference was that Anton possessed things those people did not.

First, Anton had already proven his talent with Batman Begins. Second, the Jameson family stood behind him, and he owned the Daily Bugle, making him a major player in the media industry.

Compared to others, Anton would not suffer from any incompatibility when entering the entertainment industry. Instead, he would thrive like a fish in water.

Of course, what Jim did not know was that the development of this business was merely the most insignificant part of Anton's plan.

What Anton truly wanted was the fan points corresponding one by one to the heroes of the Justice League.

Current Batman fan points: 14.8 million.

Superman fan points: 0

Wonder Woman fan points: 0

The Flash fan points: 0

...

In fact, aside from Batman, the primary template hero Anton had exchanged first, all the rest were big fat zeros.

Exchanging the remaining heroes required anywhere from 10 million, 20 million, 30 million, 40 million, 50 million, to 100 million fan points.

Anton knew perfectly well that Batman was worth 50 million fan points. The system had given him a downright absurd discount, reducing it to 9.98 million.

"Work hard, wage slaves!"

Anton was brimming with ambition.

Seeing his drive, Jim assumed Anton was full of hopes for the future and could not help getting fired up as well.

If Anton's ambitions came true, then based on Anton's promise, Jim could at least become a billionaire.

And if they successfully went public and became the world's largest entertainment company—

A fortune of tens of billions would not be a dream.

"Anton, don't worry. I won't let you down."

Jim patted his chest and swore solemnly.

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Anton was baffled.

At last, the celebration party ended amid a friendly atmosphere.

Anton woke up alone in his room, only regretting that he had not gotten revenge on the actresses last night. He went downstairs to eat the breakfast the servants had prepared early and met Betty.

Betty gave him several strange looks.

"What is it?"

Anton spread his hands. "Betty, this isn't the first time you've seen my handsome face. If you have something to say, just say it."

Betty said, "You definitely haven't seen this morning's New York news."

Anton asked, "Why would I look at that when I've got nothing better to do?"

Betty said, "Last night, Batman appeared in New York. He captured the leader and key members of the assassin organization Brotherhood, and he also caught a mob enforcer known as Bullseye."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Anton swallowed a sandwich in one bite, delighted. "It finally clears me of the suspicion that I'm Batman. I am who I am—I'm Anton."

"Maybe."

Betty shrugged.

This turn of events had left her somewhat lost as well.

But even if Anton was not Batman, he still had a close relationship with Batman.

That was a well-known fact.

"All right, leave Los Angeles to Jim. He'll prepare the second Batman film, The Dark Knight. Meanwhile, we should return to New York and get ready to do some other things."

After finishing breakfast, Anton waved to Betty. "Get my plane ready."

"Sorry, you fired all the staff on your plane yesterday. It can't fly now."

Now it was Betty's turn to spread her hands.

"What? Didn't I tell you to fire them after we got back?"

Anton's face darkened, exposing his true capitalist nature. He snorted. "You're not getting a bonus this month."

New York.

News of Batman's reappearance had already spread through every street and alley.

Although it had only been a brief appearance, this was Batman's home turf, and everyone here knew Batman's name.

Even if they did not like him, they still had to follow the trend.

That was herd mentality.

According to the Daily Bugle's report, Batman had taken down an assassin organization called Brotherhood, directly capturing its leader and core members. At the same time, during the arrests, he had also caught a notorious mob enforcer and sent him to the New York Police Department.

Although the New York Police Department had not responded, the color photograph published on the newspaper's front page made it an indisputable fact.

Along with the Daily Bugle's report, a photo of New York Police Department Commissioner George Stacy with Batman also spread through the streets.

To be fair, as commissioner of the New York Police Department, George Stacy had never been this famous before.

It was not as though he had never appeared in the papers, but being "besieged" by reporters was unprecedented.

The moment he arrived at work today, before he had even parked his car, a group of reporters recognized his license plate and chased after him with questions about Batman.

"Has the New York Police Department reached a partnership with Batman?"

"Does Batman count as an illegal vigilante?"

"Will the New York Police Department grant Batman law enforcement authority? Or will it arrest Batman?"

Unable to endure the questioning any longer, George threw out a "No comment" and hurriedly squeezed through the crowd into the police station.

What they did not know was that, at that very moment, two people in a skyscraper in Manhattan were also discussing Batman.

"Many people believe Batman's identity is Anton Jameson, the owner of the Daily Bugle and grandson of Jonah Jameson."

Wesley said, "After investigating, we also believed Anton was Batman. But Anton was in Los Angeles last night while Batman was still in New York, so we ruled him out... At present, there are no other clues. Of course, one thing is certain: Batman must have a close relationship with Anton of the Daily Bugle."

Kingpin was very dissatisfied after hearing this. He glared furiously at the subordinate before him.

"So you found out nothing?"

The anger he was suppressing seemed ready to burst from his chest. He enunciated each word. "Everything you just said was bullshit. What I want is Batman's identity."

Wesley Welch swallowed.

As one of Kingpin's most capable assistants, he rarely displayed such nervousness.

Whenever he did, it could only mean that Kingpin's emotions were close to spiraling out of control.

At times like this, no matter what he said or did, it would be useless.

"Anton—Anton definitely knows Batman's identity."

Wesley was drenched in sweat as he hurriedly spoke.

"Then go bring him to me."

Kingpin spoke slowly, leaving no room for doubt. "I only want results. Don't disappoint me, Wesley."