"Okay, okay, stop looking at me with such burning intensity. You're honestly scaring me a little."
Under Penguin's burning gaze, as though he wanted to devour him, Zuo Ci felt distinctly uneasy.
Seriously, was that really necessary?
"Sorry, sorry. I lost my composure."
Realizing he'd gone a little overboard, Penguin immediately reined himself in, looking perfectly mild-mannered.
Although this deal would cost him a little in the short term, he would soon reap an incredibly handsome reward.
Just thinking about it made him deliriously happy.
"If you have no objections, sign this. Come pick up your stock whenever you're ready. However much you need, I've got it."
"Understood, understood."
Hearing the mention of signing a contract, Riddler, who was eating steamed buns nearby, instinctively turned to look.
Only to discover that the one Zuo Ci handed Penguin was completely different from his!
The paper looked pristine white, and the text was not only legible but perfectly clear, with extremely formal, precise wording.
Most importantly, the penalty for breaching the contract was just a fine!
Just a fine!!!
God damn it, why was his so gentle, benevolent, and official, while mine looked like something straight out of a horror movie?!
"What are you looking at? Mr. Cobblepot is one of us, my most sincere business partner.
"You showed up out of nowhere, shouting about turning over a new leaf. What was I supposed to do? Just believe you?
"Some people really have no self-awareness."
Though Zuo Ci had seen right through him, Riddler didn't get particularly angry and kept smiling, but the chopsticks in his hand were clearly close to snapping.
"All right, if there's nothing else, head back and get ready. I'm good to go anytime."
After seeing off the exceedingly deferential Penguin, Zuo Ci turned his attention to Riddler,