Chapter 147: It Works (Part 2)

New York's nights are always lit up; in the most bustling district of Manhattan, lights burn through the night, and amidst the constant flow of vehicles, the dazzling neon colors dazzle the eyes—a long black luxury car pierces through a curtain of countless hues and stops before the entrance of a lavish mansion.

The attendant opens the door, and Schiler steps out, following his guide into the elevator; the elevator ascends slowly until the doors open again, spilling brilliant hallway light inside—when Schiler steps out, he squints.

Turning a corner down the hallway, Schiler enters a room and sees a massive figure standing before a floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at Manhattan's night view.

"Director, you've arrived." The man turns around; his body is obese, like a sumo wrestler, his face swollen with fat, his voice booming with authority.

"Hello, Kingpin."

Kingpin stands in place, hands behind his back, sizing up Schiler, then says: "The famed director of Arkham Sanitarium—you don't actually bear the name Arkham, do you?"

"Correct, Mr. Kingpin. It seems you know me well." Schiler walks to face Kingpin and looks at him. "Then tonight, why did you summon me here?"

Kingpin turns and takes a few steps aside, head lowered. "If you were merely the director of a sanitarium, I wouldn't have bothered to invite you."