Sarah, Arnold's mother, was still taking a shower in the bathroom. Hearing the sound of water, Arnold became a little impatient. He was an adult, and he also had desires!
However, it wasn't appropriate to do that now. If she got pregnant before his mother's illness was cured, it could be passed on to the child. It was better to restrain himself until she was healthy. Soon, his mother finished her bath and came out wearing a bathrobe.
Arnold immediately went over, hugged his mother, and kissed Sarah's red lips fiercely, breathing in the milky scent of her shower gel. Sarah was a little shy. Even through her bathrobe, she could feel her son's heat and his large size, which made her breath quicken. "Ah, Arnold, be gentle!"
Upon hearing this, Arnold grabbed his mother's soft, round buttocks with his large hand. That sweet, soft voice was making him want to commit a crime! After giving his mother a passionate kiss, Arnold finally released her. "Mom, I'll take good care of you!"
Sarah leaned against Arnold's chest, her blonde hair still a little damp, and breathed softly, "Yes, Mom believes in you too. Take it slow. I'm sorry to have made you suffer so much!"
Arnold smiled and hugged his mother. "It's okay, I'm used to it. I'll get you treated first; there's no rush for the rest."
Sarah was a little embarrassed. After spending so much time together, she had become used to relying on her son. He had grown up, become handsome, and his manhood was unusually large. Sarah was a very gentle woman; you could feel a woman's softness in her, and she was the epitome of a virtuous and good wife. If it weren't for some reservations, Arnold would never have cared about whether someone was a beast or not.
While having dinner with his mother Sarah, Arnold tried his magic and conjured up a delicious roast chicken! The aroma of the roast chicken drew his mother over. "Arnold, when did you bring a roast chicken back?"
The steaming hot roast chicken looked like it had just been roasted—not like it had been packaged—and it even came with a plate.
"I just brought this back. Eat up; let's eat together. I'm going out again tonight," Arnold said, sitting in the living room.
His mother said with some worry, "Arnold, you... you have to be careful. Those women outside are not clean."
"I know. I'm just going to earn some money; it's okay. I'll make sure you get better, and you'll take care of me for the rest of your life!" Arnold kissed his mother's red lips.
Sarah narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, seemingly enjoying the intimacy. "Okay, Mom will get better soon. Thank you for your hard work."
After finishing his meal, Arnold locked the door to his room. This area was chaotic, and he needed to be prepared for safety. This trip was all about making money—earning a lot of money—and then moving.
Arriving at a restaurant, Arnold met the manager: a short, hook-nosed white man with a hint of determination in his eyes.
"Hey, Penguin!" Arnold greeted him, tossing him a cigarette.
Oswald brandished a watermelon knife with a fierce look. "I told you, don't call me Penguin anymore! Or I'll kill someone!"
Arnold didn't care. "I'm just reminding you: even though you're doing well, you're still just a pawn. And I'm still a penniless wretch! Aren't I?"
It seemed the two had known each other for a long time and had been in contact more than once. Oswald put down the watermelon knife, grumbled, offered him a glass of wine, and took the cigarette. "What do you want?"
"Any job you need—whether it's murder, arson, or anything like that—you can contact me. I need the money!" Arnold said earnestly.
Penguin thought for a moment. "Recently, a gang that's been rising up in the south is trying to take my territory. If I can just kill them and get my hands on the goods, I can make a lot of money."
"Give me the address. By the way, what bad things have they done?" Arnold asked casually.
"Selling drugs—you know that, right? Drugs have always been something we don't like. We can smuggle, we can monopolize, but we won't deal in drugs!" the Penguin said angrily.
"Okay, leave it to me. How much will you pay me?" Arnold exhaled smoke, looking at the girls in the bar as a hint of lust rose in his eyes.
"Fifty thousand! I don't sell drugs, but I know who wants them," the Penguin sneered.
"I have no interest in who you sell your drugs to. Give me money and I'll do it for you. If you're short even a penny, I'll take your life!" Arnold said, clapping his hands. Suddenly, a ball of fire rose up beside him.
The Penguin watched the flames with interest. "A very nice magic trick, but the firepower is a bit weak. Here's the address. If you go, please bring my mother a pizza and a bottle of wine; she's probably finished hers by now."
Arnold knew that Penguin was a filial son, and it seemed that this was his only weakness. The Cobblepot family was large. After the penguin's father died, the family was taken over by others. As for their mother, she was also driven out of Gotham City and came to New York to find a place to stay.
"No problem, get the money ready, I'll be right back!" Arnold smiled. The Penguin's mother, Corina, was a very beautiful woman, exuding the air of an aristocratic woman. Although she had fallen on hard times and drank heavily all day, she still possessed a kind of languid beauty.
After Arnold left, the Penguin began working on his business, planning to return to Gotham City to reclaim his position as head of the Cobblepot family. He vowed to hang all those who had mocked and oppressed them!