Nobody can stop me from drawing cards in Gotham!

Chapter 80 Don't give me all all

8 p.m., Gotham Clock Tower.

The towering clock tower stands in the night, like a one-eyed giant.

This ancient, Gothic-style building is also a product of Gotham's early days, watching over the rainy, crime-ridden city below for countless years.

"...Do we really have to do it this way?"

Beneath the clock tower, Jaeger awkwardly tugged at his overly tight tie, glanced at his suit, and complained to the person opposite him.

Standing opposite him was not Batman, whom he had arranged to meet at the clock tower, but Bruce Wayne, who was also dressed very formally.

To be honest, when Jaeger first arrived, he was quite surprised to see Bruce.

Bruce stated that he was there to act as an introducer to bring Jaeger in; otherwise, even if Jaeger had a ticket, it would have been difficult for him to enter the Iceberg Club.

As for Batman, who's nowhere to be found...

“You can’t expect someone dressed like him to walk right into the Iceberg Club,” Bruce shrugged. “But we can at least infiltrate the Iceberg Club and provide some assistance for his infiltration operation.”

"And, regarding the dress code," Bruce explained, "The Iceberg Club has always presented itself as a harmless, high-class club, so there are dress requirements for attendees; at the very least, formal attire is required."

"And another thing, it's something you might be familiar with."

Bruce then handed Jaeger an item.

Jaeger took it and discovered that it was something similar to the Bat-Communicator Batman had given him during the last counterfeit incident.

But this time it's smaller and more concealed, and the logo on top is no longer a bat, but the W representing Wayne Enterprises.

"The Iceberg Club is crowded and noisy," Bruce said. "If you need to exchange information, remember to do it discreetly."

"Understood," Jaeger nodded.

"Finally," Bruce suddenly pulled out a card and handed it to Jaeger.

"What is this?" Jaeger instinctively picked it up and examined it.

This is a black and white magnetic card with an exquisite design. The front features an iceberg and penguin design, while the back displays "Iceberg Club" in Italian and English.

"It's worth $200 million, the Iceberg Club's reserve currency," Bruce said. "Simply gathering information is easy to expose; this is something you're given to confuse the issue."

"If necessary, you can take this card to the poker table for a while... but don't forget the real purpose of our line of work: to find the employer of the counterfeit, or to find out relevant information."

"Of course, sometimes the card table itself is the easiest place to find out information or exchange intelligence."

To be honest, Bruce said this entirely to make it easier for Jaeger to help him gather intelligence.

So much so that when the other person took the card and said very sincerely, "Okay, I'll take care of it," Bruce didn't think much of it.

They assumed that the other party was also very curious about the mastermind behind the counterfeit goods, which was why they were so cooperative.

Therefore, Bruce never imagined that he would witness such a scene just one hour later—

The spacious interior was dimly lit, with only the glass chandeliers hanging above, or the iceberg chain lamps used as decorations, emitting a faint glow that adorned the environment.

There were far more customers than expected. They were dressed in fine clothes, clinking glasses, and the air was filled with the scents of expensive perfumes, the aroma of various wines, the smell of cigars, and, deep within, the undercurrent of crime.

Who knows if the beautiful woman in the long, flowing dress who walks past you has just finalized a smuggling arms deal?

Or perhaps that polite waiter in a tuxedo just brought you a tray of champagne, delivering valuable information about a high-priced purchase to a client.

—In fact, as long as you have money, weapons, or the power to redeem the former two, you can always find something you need at the Iceberg Club.

But no matter what, everyone comes to the club for a few reasons: either to spend money to buy what they need, or to spend money to have some fun.

The gambling table is naturally the most popular place for people looking for some fun, and it is also one of the areas with the largest flow of people and the most onlookers in the Iceberg Club.

So Bruce showed up near the gambling table hoping to glean some information from the gamblers' conversations.

But he didn't get any information; instead, he saw something else.

Right next to the central card table—the one with the most onlookers and the largest total amount of money—stood a familiar figure to Bruce.

Bruce: "..."

He watched as Jaeger, standing by the gambling table, eagerly pushed all the chips in front of him forward, adding the exclamation, "ALL IN!"

Unfortunately, the gamblers next to him were also having a rather interesting conversation, the content of which reached Bruce's ears:

"And who is that guy?"

"Whoever he is, I like him! Gambling is about going all in at once, otherwise what's the point of gambling! ...Hey kid, here's a drink for you!"

"Pah! You stingy old man! He's already made so much money, and you're offering him a drink? Who cares!"

"It's been half an hour! He's managed to stay at this poker table that long! I heard he started with only 2 million, and now he's almost 10 million!"

"...Could it be that the Iceberg Club is truly virtuous and doesn't cheat? Didn't everyone say that that damn dealer is always rigging things in the shadows? Damn it, that makes it impossible for anyone to make money from the Iceberg Club!"

"Don't make the Iceberg Club owner laugh; that guy is the real miser!"

Hearing the gamblers' enthusiastic yet swearing conversation, Bruce instantly understood the whole process of Jaeger's gambling here, and frowned immediately:

This high-profile approach is unlike Jaeger Winchester's usual style.

So the other party must have their own reasons for choosing to gamble so arrogantly in a way that attracts attention and might even draw the eye of the Iceberg Club owner.

"Jaeger..." Bruce whispered, "What exactly are you planning now?"