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Chapter 12 The Right to Die with Everyone

With Franklin leading the way, Downton soon arrived near the Iceberg Club.

The reason I say the neighborhood is that, not the club itself.

Because the taxi was stopped by three strong men approaching.

"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you pulling people here?"

The burly man in the lead knocked on the car window and looked inside after the driver lowered the window.

“Damn it, isn’t this Donny, Walter’s cousin or uncle?

Your cousin or nephew is hanging out with Boss Ozwald. Don’t you know the rules here?

Without permission, you taxi drivers are not allowed to bring people here before the club opens!

If you have forgotten, let me tell you again, the club opens at 4:30 every afternoon, and it is only 3:21 now!"

As he spoke, the burly man kept slamming his big gold watch into the taxi driver's face.

The driver did not panic after being scolded by the strong man, but instead threw the Franklin in his hand at the strong man.

“Hey man, look at what this is, and take a good look at what I’m pulling.

Just for sending this rich guy here, I got more than three thousand in tips. Guess how much he still has!"

After he finished speaking, the driver turned around flatteringly and gave a funny salute to Donton.

"Boss, don't mind my calling you a rich guy. These gangsters don't like to hear the kind of words that make people grit their teeth when hearing those words from the rich.

Anyway, I have taken you to your destination. You can follow them to find the Iceberg Club.

If they don't give it to you, then you can give them the Mane in your bag to open their eyes, haha!"

"Well, you did a great job, man!"

Donton pushed open the car door arrogantly, then raised his chin with disdain and spoke to the three burly men around him.

"Don't just stand there, take me to the club for a drink, and then find a dozen big-breasted and big-butt chicks to wash my face with their nasties!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Donton took out a handful of bills from his bag and threw them at the burly man.

The sturdy man was stunned by Donton's actions and subconsciously wanted to punch him, but the smell of ink from the banknotes made him stop involuntarily.

Another strong man leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"This rich idiot threw at least 8,000 yuan at us. I saw there was even more in his bag. It looked like at least 200,000 or 300,000 yuan, all in cash!"

"No...that's right!"

Hearing this, the sturdy man who was hit in the face by the banknote came to his senses completely.

“It’s half past three now, and there’s still an hour before the club opens. Logically, you have to wait until half past four before you can start entering.

But I can take you backstage for an hour to see where the dancers are preparing."

The sturdy man looked around, then moved closer to Donton and spoke in a low voice.

“Except for not being able to drink, you can see far more girls than in the second half of the night.

But if the boss finds out, you can't say you're here to play. Then just say you're my cousin and I brought you here to broaden your horizons. Got it?"

"OK, man!"

In response to the sturdy man's question, Donton grinned and patted the sturdy man's shoulder heavily.

"Whether it's more beautiful women or the drama we do together, I like both of them.

Let's go, even if I can wait, my dick can't wait any longer!"

Although Donton had never seen what a real hi-man looked like, it was no problem for him to get past this group of low-level thugs as long as he kept swearing.

After all, he still has money to pave the way.

After getting Donton's promise, the strong man did not ask any more questions, but started picking up money with the other two.

After picking up the items, they took Downton to the entrance of the Iceberg Club.

Seeing that they brought a stranger over, the gang member who was actually in charge of guarding the door frowned.

"Bartel, what are you doing, who is this Asian guy?"

"I'm his cousin, buddy, don't bother me, I just want to come and see what he has to offer!"

Without waiting for the thug named Bartel to answer, Donton took out another stack of banknotes and stuffed it into the gatekeeper's arms.

Behind Donton, Bartel looked at the banknotes in the gatekeeper's hand with envy, then came over to explain to the gatekeeper.

"Hey man, this is my cousin, you can't not believe me!
I told you a long time ago that I have a rich cousin, but you still said I was bragging.

Hey, take the money my cousin gave you!"

Bartel pushed past the gatekeeper and led Downton into the club.

After walking through the extremely dark corridor and down two stairs, the sound of restless music finally appeared in Donton's ears.

On the side, Bartel was still explaining to Downton.

“Before the business opened, it was usually played by our family members.

The light is dim, just follow me, nothing will happen."

As he was talking, Bartel brought Donton to a table of people.

"Cheney, take your men and help me stand guard. I have relatives coming over to gain some experience!"

As he spoke, Bartel took out seven or eight US dollars and threw them into Cheney's arms.

Cheney picked up the dollars and counted them, then he grinned. "Guys, Bartel paid us eight hundred dollars to stand guard, we have to show respect!"

"Haha, it's rare that Bater is willing to spend money!"

"Yeah, Lao Ba, you spent all your money on your pants, how come you still have some left?"

"Let's go, I've almost finished drinking, I'm going to the beach to pee."

Everyone chatted with each other, took their own money and went to stand guard for Bater and the other two.

After solving the job problem, Bartel felt relieved and then really led Donton to the dancers' dressing room.

The man who suddenly walked in did not make the dancers panic at all. Many of them even took off their stockings and put them on again when they saw a man coming.

Instead, the sexy woman in the lead came closer, fanning herself, and after looking especially at Donton's face, she sneered.

"Bartel, you are Ozwald's useless henchman, you should be thankful that I remember your name.

Besides, you should know that this is not a place you are qualified to come to, not to mention that you brought others with you, are you crazy?"

"You!!!" The woman's words made Bartel feel ashamed and angry.

Of course he knew that he was just an insignificant minion, and that only big clients and captains of the family were qualified to play in such a good place as the backstage locker room.

But he doesn't want the truth to come out of other people's mouths!
So, Bartel grabbed Donton.

"Sister Liv, I told you I won't always be a small fry, and I even told you I do have a very rich cousin!

Look, I brought my cousin here!

I'm not qualified, right? Then I'll leave, but you have to at least take good care of my cousin, and you'll know if he's qualified!"

After he finished speaking, Bartel blushed and grabbed Donton's sleeve.

"Just have fun here. Sister Liv is a favorite of Boss Falcone. She and the girls under her know how to serve you!

I'm just drinking outside, call me if you need anything!"

"no problem."

Donton nodded to Bartel, then took out a handful of banknotes from his bag and stuffed the money into Bartel's hands in front of the dancers' suddenly bright eyes.

As Bartel looked confused and surprised, Donton said to him with a smile.

"You don't seem to be having a particularly good time, but I'm grateful for your dedicated help.

Although I have only been in Gotham for a short time, my name will become known in this city sooner or later.

If you want to change your way of life in the future, then just stand in front of me based on my reputation. Maybe I will give you a chance, just like you gave me a chance to come and play.

I forgot to mention, I’m Downton, Downton from Downton Abbey!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Donton pushed Bartel's shoulder and pushed him and his brother out.

After Bartel and the other two disappeared, the leader called Liv shook her head slightly.

"Cousin, tsk tsk, what a silly joke.

Young man, you do have a lot of money, but if you let those small people send you here to play, your money will be wasted.

Sometimes, an introducer is more important than wealth. Even if you have a lot of money, if you don’t have a qualified introducer, which woman would be willing to kneel down and give you a blowjob? "

"Don't say that. In my eyes, there is no difference between small people and big people."

Donton interrupted Liv and sat down on the most luxurious sofa in the room without any hesitation.

He reached into his travel bag, took out tens of thousands of dollars worth of bills and threw them toward the ceiling.

Looking at the falling banknotes and some of the dancers who could no longer hold back and started picking up the money, Donton sneered, grabbed Liv's hand and pulled her into his arms.

"As for the identity of the introducer, that meaningless thing cannot compare with generosity. I am generous enough tonight, and I think it will be the same in the future.

So look, can I ask you a question, please?"

"of course can."

Looking at the girls happily stuffing the money into their panties, Liv pursed her lips and chuckled, leaning close to Donton's ear and saying, "But this question had better not be too difficult."

"I won't embarrass you. I just want to know where the Sabatino family's lair is."

Donton responded, but Liv suddenly froze.

Facing Donton's smile, Liv frowned and said.

“This question is difficult, very difficult!”

“But you know the answer, after all, this is the Iceberg Club, the core territory of Falcone.

To be able to manage a group of people in a place like this, even if it's just dancers, you must be very knowledgeable."

Donton gently rubbed Liv's belly, then showed her the open travel bag.

Following Donton's hand that was pushing away the banknotes, Liv saw clearly what was hidden in the travel bag, so she couldn't help gritting her teeth, because the contents of the travel bag were particularly clear.

Half of the bag is called wealth, and the other half is power.

The power to die with everyone!
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