"Tsk, tsk... Two women fighting sure made for a spectacular sight. Harley Quinn and Catwoman Selene probably wouldn't want this video getting out."
Lynn put away his phone and looked up at the bustling district before him.
The skyscrapers blazed with lights, and lively noise spilled out of the clubs and lounges nearby.
This was the Gotham Diamond District, located in downtown Gotham City, adjacent to Wayne Tower and City Hall. It was the financial center of all Gotham.
Even at four in the morning, burly men with guns could still be seen standing guard outside banks and major stock exchanges.
As soon as Lynn approached the entrance to the Iceberg Lounge, several armed men reached out to stop him.
"Hold it. Routine inspection."
Lynn didn't resist, letting the burly men roughly frisk him.
All his weapons and assorted items were in his system inventory anyway. No matter how thoroughly these men searched him, they would never find them.
Unless they had a backdoor into the system.
"Go on in, kid. Remember, no trouble."
Lynn strode inside, greeted by a blend of expensive perfume, mellow whiskey, and a faint hint of cigar smoke.
The first floor had a casino, a bar, a dance floor, and even a live jazz band. It looked like an ordinary entertainment venue.
Lynn even spotted a familiar face here.
"Well, if it isn't my old pal. Long time no see."
Bruce Wayne turned his head and stared in mild surprise at the man approaching him.
Seeing the wool coat on his upper half and the floral shorts on his lower half, Bruce's mouth twitched.
"And you are?"
"Don't you remember me?" Lynn wore an utterly heartbroken expression. "I'm Tony Stark."
Bruce Wayne: "..."
Do you take me for an idiot?
I don't fucking know you.
Besides, Tony Stark was also known as Iron Man. How could a comic book character possibly appear in real life?
"Sir, perhaps you should visit Arkham Asylum and have your head examined."
"You're no fun, Mr. Wayne." Lynn pursed his lips and lowered his voice. "Are you here to take down Penguin this time, or Two-Face?"
At those words, Bruce Wayne gave Lynn a long, searching look, then feigned bewilderment and asked:
"Sir, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word."
"Tsk, keep pretending. Your acting is worse than a matchmaker conning people into blind dates!"
Lynn shook his head, turned away, and headed toward the liveliest part of the casino.
Bruce Wayne's expression grew somewhat grave as he stared intently at Lynn's retreating back.
"Alfred, look into this man for me. Who exactly is he, and how does he know why I'm here?"
"Of course, sir."
With a hundred thousand dollars in chips lifted from Bruce Wayne in his pocket, Lynn plopped down at a gambling table.
"Big or small. All in."
Lynn crossed his legs and imperiously shoved all the chips he had swiped onto the table with one hand.
It wasn't his money anyway. Losing it wouldn't hurt.
Seeing so many chips placed before her, the beautiful dealer immediately flashed a professional smile.
"Of course, sir."
She began shaking the dice cup, the dice rattling crisply against its sides.
Lynn watched the dealer's movements without blinking.
Damn... Those dice sure are big and pale.
The sexy dealer stopped shaking, set down the dice cup, and furrowed her delicate brows.
"Sir?"
Lynn snapped out of his trance. "Sorry, I forgot to turn off auto-aim."
The dealer nodded and lifted the dice cup. The dice inside showed one, two, and two.
Five. Small.
The dealer immediately flashed a radiant smile and swept all the chips in front of Lynn over to her side.
"Sir, you lost."
"Oh, all right. A loss is a loss." Lynn nodded. "A bet's a bet."
Seeing no anger on Lynn's face, the beautiful dealer was secretly delighted.
This man had lost a hundred thousand dollars without so much as a change in expression. Perhaps he was a sucker ripe for the fleecing.
"Sir, would you like to exchange some more money for chips?"
"Wait here a moment. I'm going to buy an orange."
With that, Lynn stood up and left.
A few minutes later, he returned with another hundred thousand dollars in chips.
"Big again. All in."
At the sight, the sexy dealer's face broke into a genuinely delighted smile.
Perfect. He really is a prize sucker.
She started shaking the dice again.
Half an hour later.
Chips were piled high in front of the beautiful dealer, but her expression had turned rather grim.
Her gaze passed over Lynn and fixed on the casino floor.
Some furious gambling addicts and well-dressed members of high society seemed to be searching for a chip thief.
Lynn still sat before her as though nothing had happened, continuing to bet a hundred thousand dollars in chips on big.
"Sir, you've already lost seven million eight hundred thousand. Would you still like to bet on big?" the beautiful dealer asked.
"Of course. Big again. All in."
Lynn nodded, casually picked up a bottle of whiskey, and drank with relish.
"Sir, perhaps you shouldn't go all in anymore?"
After more than seventy consecutive all-in bets, even the beautiful dealer was frightened of this man.
He had lost so many times and was still betting on big. Just who was he?
"I don't care. Big hasn't come up in over seventy rounds. I have to go all in."
Lynn waved a hand impatiently, practically wearing an accusation that their casino was rigged on his face.
"Going all in is a kind of wisdom. How could an NPC like you possibly understand my earth-shattering wisdom?"
The beautiful dealer looked troubled. She took a deep breath and prepared to lift the dice cup.
If this man discovered she was cheating, she would have no choice but to get the Penguin Gang to deal with him.
Just then, several burly men in suits approached the table, their expressions cold.
"Sir, please come with us."
"What? Are you admitting your casino cheats?"
Lynn abruptly raised his voice, instantly drawing the other gamblers' attention.
"No, no, no. You misunderstand, sir." The burly man wore a faint, mocking smile.
"We suspect you've stolen chips from quite a few
people here."
As he spoke, several men in suits stepped forward and surrounded Lynn with hostile expressions.
"Just because you say so?" Lynn looked up, utterly brazen and unafraid.
"Of course not. We have evidence."
As the burly man spoke, he took out his phone and pulled up a video.
"The security footage proves that you stole chips from at least thirty people and lost seven million nine hundred thousand dollars to our casino."
"You saw it yourself. I was robbing them in plain sight. How does that count as stealing?" Lynn said.
How could anything a player did be called stealing?
The burly man laughed in anger. This was the first time he had ever seen someone dare openly talk about robbery on Penguin Gang turf.
"Sir, you like robbing people that much? Come with us, and let's see whether you can out-rob the Penguin Gang."
As a member of the Diamond District's largest gang, the burly man didn't believe this audacious petty thief would dare challenge them on their own turf.
"You asked for it."
Lynn grinned, baring a mouthful of white teeth, his tone crazed.
"Nobody move! Put your fucking hands up!"
A moment later, an RPG Rocket Launcher appeared on his shoulder.
"This is a robbery!!"