Along the way, corpses lay sprawled everywhere. In the dark, damp corridors, the stench of blood fermented endlessly, carrying the scent of the rainy season.
The corridors differed somewhat from the main hall. Quite a few people here had clearly been killed by the Batman Who Laughs. Many terrifying smiling faces had been painted on the walls in blood, full of the Joker's style.
There were only footprints leading in, none leading out. The three remained alert the entire time, specifically to prevent an ambush.
Yet the corridor was deathly quiet. By comparison, the wind and rain outside the doors could be heard even more clearly.
There was no one in the back area at this time. After preparing Su Ming's meal, the chefs had all left, allowing them to escape disaster.
The kitchen was somewhat messy, but it was far better than what they had seen earlier.
Penguin's office was mostly just for show. He preferred resting in his "mansion" most of the time.
That was right—his mansion was beneath the Iceberg Lounge. It contained the world's largest ice cellar, and he lived within that glittering crystal world of ice.
The nickname Penguin had originally been mockery of his disability. Because of polio, one of his legs was longer than the other, causing him to limp whenever he walked.
After becoming a boss, however, he deliberately imitated a penguin's lifestyle to obscure the nickname's origins. He wore heavy coats at all times and lived in an ice cellar.
Those actions made people who did not know the truth think he was mentally ill, just like Gotham's other lunatics.
In reality, he was not crazy at all. He was merely a businessman.
He himself was freezing all the time, but when one was in the underworld, face and dignity mattered