As a ninja, climbing walls and running across rooftops are basic skills.
Ignoring the noise from the bar below, Qingshui picked up the safe, climbed up to the window, and evenly distributed his chakra across his feet. He walked vertically up the wall without anyone noticing, making his way to the balcony, where he leaped a few times and vanished into the towering buildings.
An hour later, at the Iceberg Lounge.
In the basement level one.
This was the casino hidden beneath the Iceberg Lounge.
As soon as he arrived, someone invited Qingshui to a private booth.
"It's hard to believe you actually escaped from Arkham, Puppet Doctor."
Inside the booth, the Penguin looked at Qingshui in surprise.
Here, Qingshui didn't hide his identity, as being a graduate from Arkham helped him blend in better.
This was essentially an advanced criminal credential personally certified by Batman, highly valuable in Gotham.
Thanks to the news media in Gotham deploying helicopters and reporters, everyone had seen the images of Batman's showdown with the Joker, and the entire city was aware of what had happened at Arkham Asylum.
The escaped criminals, including Qingshui, had become the most wanted dangerous felons in Gotham Police Department's eyes.
Especially Qingshui.
Following an investigation by Batman, the world's greatest detective, it was concluded that Qingshui was the mastermind behind the escape during the Joker incident.
Overnight, Clearwater's reputation soared in Gotham, making him the city's newest star villain.
"Interested in doing some work for me?"
As expected, the Penguin, with a cigar in his mouth, extended an invitation to Qingshui.
"I prefer to work alone. Besides, if we gather together, we'll attract too much attention from the little black animals."
Qingshui placed the safe on the table in front of the Penguin.
"I need to buy some things."
A female dealer holding an electronic scale approached and began counting the contents of the safe.
"Ah, you're right! There's a Bat-brat out there trying to sniff out your whereabouts!"
The Penguin adjusted his glasses and laughed heartily.
The Bat-Family had another problem on their hands, which was good news.
The one looking for Qingshui was Nightwing.
Ever since the Titan Venom inside Milovan was separated using Wayne Enterprises' blood analysis device and he returned to his original form, Nightwing realized he had been played.
After the investigation, Nightwing voluntarily approached Batman to help capture the escaped criminals from Arkham.
"There are a total of fifty chips. Normally, I take a five percent cut for transactions here, but I'll waive it this time."
The Penguin clapped his hands, and immediately a lackey brought fifty chips to Qingshui.
"One chip for ten thousand; enjoy your spending, my friend."
The Penguin gestured elegantly, opening the door wide.
Qingshui stepped out of the booth and made his way through the noisy casino to a small door, which he opened and entered the elevator.
The first basement level was the casino, while the second basement level was the black market run by the Penguin.
In the past, the original owner had been here once, which made Qingshui feel right at home.
In the hallway, black cloaks and various masks hung on the walls.
These were provided for guests who didn't want to reveal their identities, and they could choose to wear them or not.
Qingshui draped a black cloak over himself and casually picked a raccoon mask to wear, stepping into the black market.
As Gotham's largest black market, it was quite lively.
After all, the Penguin was a prominent figure in Gotham's underworld and the most business-savvy among them.
Most people, like Qingshui, disguised their identities with cloaks and masks.
Both sellers and buyers alike did the same.
Firearms, ammunition, human organs, rare mineral drugs, and various jewels could almost all be found here.
Qingshui began to browse, touching here and looking there.
He came here mainly to search for materials to make puppets.
If he found something interesting, he'd buy a bit.
He wasn't very familiar with the materials here, primarily uncertain about their chakra conductivity.
However, most of them seemed subpar.
Chakra had existed in the Naruto World for thousands of years, and many substances had developed resistance to chakra, possessing certain conductivity, such as chakra metal and various plants used to make explosive tags and chakra test strips.
But this place didn't have that.
Qingshui frowned.
Creating a puppet, the conductivity of chakra isn't a big deal for the filling's main body, but as a chakra hub connecting the chakra threads, the conductivity must be good.
The options I've encountered so far seem to be rather mediocre.
Looks like I'll have to make do.
Gold, silver, and copper are the three metals with the best conductivity, capable of transmitting energy effectively. They are also the best materials for chakra conductivity that Qingshui has discovered so far.
With his wealth, he could buy quite a bit, but unfortunately, all three metals have low hardness, making them unsuitable as the main body of a puppet.
So, aluminum alloy with a layer of bulletproof stainless steel will do.
As for the weapon modules, there's no need to overthink it since there are plenty of weapons available here, even RPGs for sale.
After browsing around, Qingshui finally selected three pieces of ceramic composite body armor, a bag of mini cameras, small radar sensors, and two guns.
One Hardin revolver and one Beretta PMX submachine gun.
These are all intended to be modified onto the puppets.
Then there are some other useful materials.
The total cost wasn't high; he spent only two chips, which amounts to twenty thousand dollars.
"You don't seem to have bought much. Is it that you find nothing here worth your time?"
After leaving the black market, Qingshui found Penguin again.
"There's nothing I want, but thinking it over, you should be able to help me with part of my problems."
"Oh, I can't quite tell what you intend to do with those things you bought, but I think I know what you need from me—a new identity, right?"
Penguin chuckled.
Currently, Qingshui is wanted by the Gotham Police Department. If caught, he would end up back in Arkham, and due to his previous escape experience, he would likely enjoy the same treatment as the Joker, being locked up in the highest-security cell.
So, he needs a new identity.
"Exactly, a legal identity that can withstand scrutiny. I don't want to be tangled up with that annoying bat in the short term."
"Ah, I see. Such an identity will cost one hundred thousand dollars. Would you like me to arrange a cosmetic surgery performed by top doctors for you as well? After all, the identity issue is easy to solve, but your appearance…"
Penguin puffed on his cigar, a broad smile on his face.
"No need for that."
Qingshui lifted his cloak and formed hand seals.
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