Chapter VI. Partners

　　"Who are you to help me?" Falcone asked indifferently. 　　Zi Liang sighed helplessly, "You see, this is why I don't like making deals with you second-rate characters, there are many things you know you can't do, yet you're still spending time questioning others." 　　"Second-rate characters?" Falcone was clearly not a fan of that term of endearment. 　　"Yeah, you may think you're a very powerful character, and in fact you are, controlling the biggest gang in the entire city, having into the thousands of gang members under your hands, being able to live a rich life while grassing on people, but honestly, you've always been a second-rate, or even a third-rate character because no one pays any attention to you... have you ever thought about that, if Gotham City was a book, 90% of the people reading this book wouldn't remember your name ...... Can you pass me the wine." Zira said. 　　"Gotham ...... is a book? Oh, that's an interesting analogy, so I'm curious, according to you, who would be the main character of the city then? Commissioner Gordon? The mayor? Or something else?" 　　"Neither, but those ...... weirdos." Zira chimed in. 　　"Weirdos?" 　　"Yes, the neurasthenics with sacks over their heads, the burn victims with selective phobias, and the weird guys who are perennially insomniacs and fly around in cloaks at night." 　　Mr. Falcone seemed to faintly freeze for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Oh, I know who all the people you're talking about are, but they're not exactly what you could call protagonists, they're all dead now, disappeared, or they're all locked up in the Arkham Asylum. Even before they were incarcerated, those weirdos weren't even close to as powerful as I am, and they were even focusing on things like robbing banks." 　　"You're right, but believe it or not, you really are second rate." 　　"Well, I'm losing interest in this analogy of yours, so either you hurry up and tell me why you're helping me ...... or die." Mr. Falcone picked up the pistol once more, and anyone who didn't would have suspected that if he heard the slightest thing he wasn't happy with, he would shoot. 　　Zira, on the other hand, looked as calm as ever as he stuffed the last piece of steak into his mouth. 　　"That's a good question, the reason I'm helping you is because there's someone in Arkham Asylum that I have to save." 　　"Oh? Who do you want to save?" 　　"That ...... I actually don't know." Zira said. 　　Mr. Falcone's face seemed to be very unpleasant, "Are you playing with me?" He said as he shook the gun in his hand. 　　"Of course not." Zira began to flip through his copy of the notes again, "Oh, this man is death row 21, do you have anyone on hand who knows who death row 21 is?" 　　"There was supposed to be one, my cousin, but you killed him the other day." 　　Zira frowned, looking a little frustrated, "Uh, that's embarrassing." 　　"Well, I don't want to talk about his death anymore, so now it's time for the next question, why I'm working with you." 　　Zira closed her notes, "Because you should still have a few people important gang members still locked up in Arkham Asylum, you were supposed to have succeeded the other day, but failed for whatever reason, and now you desperately need someone who can work with you inside and out to pull off another prison heist ...... " 　　"You know quite a lot ...... but are you trying to say ...... that the person who can work with me inside and outside is you?" 　　Zira nodded rightfully. 　　"So here's the question - do you not quite understand the meaning of the word 'inside-out'?" Mr. Falcone said, "You're sitting right in front of me right now, so how are you going to be inside out with me?" 　　Zira lazily leaned back in his chair, a picture of a well-fed man, "Why not, Arkham Asylum houses some of the most feared criminals in the city, so if nothing else, I'm going to go out into the streets tomorrow and do whatever I want to do to get myself in there." 　　"You're going to put yourself in jail?" Mr. Falcone froze, "Hahaha - that's crazy. But whatever, so let's return to that question from the beginning, why should I believe anything you say." 　　"You don't need to believe anything from me right now, because you don't need to do anything for me either, whether it's getting into the prison, creating a riot in the prison, finding a way to break out of the prison, or finding a route that will allow you to storm in armed and loaded with bullets, I'll do it all on my own. 　　You can continue to eat your steak here in peace, or go back and have a nice talk with your wife about your cousin, it's all up to you. And the last thing you have to do is wait until I open the gates of Arkham Prison, you rush in with your 'Roman Empire' and save whoever you want to save, or kill whoever you want to kill, and you can just trust me when you get to that point. 　　I, on the other hand, just need to find my [Death Row Prisoner No. 21] and bring him out, it's as simple as that, I think, this deal, you should be able to figure it out." Zi Liang spoke slowly and methodically, then pointed at the red wine bottle next to Mr. Falcone, "Now, can you give me a sip?" 　　Falcone stared at this doctor in front of him in silence, after a long time, "Heh, I really can't refuse this deal." He spoke, then made a big change in his attitude while pushing the bottle of wine he was holding in his hand and sliding it in front of Zira. 　　"You know what, you remind me of someone." Falcone said. 　　Zira grabbed the bottle and took a large, ungraceful gulp before baring his lips, "Who?" 　　"A crazy guy who always wears a purple suit and tells jokes all day that aren't even funny ...... Just thinking about him makes me all queasy." Falcone said, subconsciously craning his neck, "But thankfully, he's dead, and all of Gotham watched him get cremated." 　　Zira smiled inexplicably, "Really, that's a shame, but maybe you'll see him again later." 　　He said to ......