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Chapter 16 The Boxing Champion's Belt is Yours

The call was quickly connected, and Alfred spoke softly.

"Hello, Sheriff Gordon, this is Wayne Manor, my name is Alfred.

There was an Asian young man who “accidentally” broke into Bruce’s bedroom and ate my steak worth $800…”

"and many more!"

Donton originally didn't want to answer Gordon's call to the police, but...

"You gave me the steak voluntarily, didn't you?"

Hearing this, Alfred rolled his eyes at Donton from a distance and continued talking on the phone.

“Don’t worry, he didn’t hurt Bruce, yes, I have him under control.

Are you coming over right away? Great, I'll wait for you here!"

After hanging up the phone, Alfred spread his hands towards Downton.

"Young man, if you hadn't accidentally snuck in here, I wouldn't have lost my steak, would I?"

"Makes sense!"

Donton nodded and couldn't help but chuckle. After laughing, he finished the steak with enjoyment and showed the empty plate to Alfred.

"Do you want me to clean it up myself, Alfred?"

"No need, just stand there and don't move!"

Alfred took the plate, and while he put it back on the tray, Downton stretched comfortably.

“Did you cook the steak yourself? If so, all I can say is that it tastes delicious.

It’s a pity that the timing is wrong, otherwise I really want to try the soup and desserts you made again.

Today is a busy day, and I have urgent matters to attend to, so it’s time for us to say goodbye.”

After he finished speaking, Donton walked directly to the travel bag.

Seeing Downton taking action again, Alfred frowned and fired a bullet accurately at Downton's feet.

"Not everyone can taste my cooking skills. I hope you can appreciate it and not force me to shoot, young man."

“What do you value? Your cooking skills are still my life. Stop it. I don’t care about my own life.

By the way, don’t call me young man, I’m Downton, Downton from Downton Abbey.”

Donton greeted Alfred nonchalantly and then put his travel bag on his back.

As he continued to walk towards the Desert Eagle, Alfred moved suddenly.

He just pounced, and his seemingly old body actually rushed out a long distance, and in a blink of an eye he was behind Donton.

Before Donton could react, Alfred grabbed his arm, threw him to the ground, and pressed his knee on his lower back.

"It's dislocated, it's dislocated!"

Donton smiled bitterly and patted the floor with his free hand.

"I surrender, you win, the boxing champion's belt is yours, Alfred!"

"Don't try to make jokes, just wait for the police to come, or tell us everything you know!
Who sent you? What is your target? Is it Bruce? "

"Damn it, I can't explain it. You won't believe it unless you see it with your own eyes."

"You're just being tough, eh? I'd like to see how long you can be tough. I hope I haven't forgotten the tricks I learned!"

Alfred is very confident in his fighting and interrogation abilities.

In his opinion, the young man he pinned down showed no signs of training at all. Not only was he no match for him, but he would also be unable to survive the interrogation techniques he learned while working at MI5.

But this made Alfred even more curious.

Why would a young man with no signs of training, wearing clothes covered in traces of gunfights, carrying a large bag of money, inexplicably evade him and sneak into Bruce's bedroom?
He can't figure it out!

While Alfred was thinking, Downton struggled twice in annoyance.

After confirming that he really could not escape the control of the Butler, Donton looked at the Desert Eagle in the distance with regret.

Then he said to Alfred.

"I'll leave my gun with you for now. I'll come back to you after I finish what I'm doing."

The moment the words fell, Alfred fell to the carpet in shock.

What about people?

What about a living person that big?

Just gone like that???
With great astonishment, Alfred took a deep breath and then picked up the Desert Eagle left by Downton.

"Donton?" He said softly while unloading the magazine of the Desert Eagle.

"Is there an estate called Downton Abbey in Gotham?"

……

On the other hand, in the Iceberg Club.

Seeing that Donton's body had once again completely disappeared after spontaneous combustion, Ozwald narrowed his eyes in amazement.

What an enviable skill!
But envy and all that doesn’t matter. What’s important is that I must settle the club down first.

There have been two riots in a row in the club. I'm afraid Falcone must be angry in this minus 44 degrees Celsius!

So he quickly shouted to the men closest to him.

"Get a microphone!"

This is near the stage, so there are quite a few microphones.

Moments later, Ozwald took the microphone and shouted to Sabatino's thugs.

“That bastard Donton has disappeared, do you still want to continue fighting? Don’t forget that Sabatino and Boss Falcone are both in the club!

Everyone put away their guns and fight with your fists if you want to.

Sabatino's men, right? If you can break out of the club with your fists, I will forgive the mistakes you made today!

I know you are afraid that I will default on my debt, and even more afraid that I will settle the score with you later, but I tell you, do you think I can remember your names and appearances? Who do you think you are!
If anyone dares to continue shooting the moment I finish speaking, I guarantee that you will all die!

Put down your guns and get out of the club as soon as you can. Once you get out, you can live the way you want!
start! ! ! "

Ozwald smashed the microphone to the ground, and the sudden noise made everyone cover their ears in pain.

However, when everyone regained their hearing, the gunshots disappeared in an instant.

Looking at Sabatino's men fleeing frantically towards the exit, Ozwald shook his head in disdain.

Then he limped and trotted in the direction of minus forty-four degrees.

The mess in front of him was not a problem at all to him. The trouble on Falcone's side was the real mess!
Just like that, he rushed into the private room, sweating profusely, and before he even stood still, he apologized to Falcone.

"I'm sorry, Boss Falcone, I betrayed your trust and caused trouble for the club for the second time.

You will never believe that someone has the ability to come back to life after death. I never thought of such a thing!

he……"

"I already know!"

Falconet interrupted Ozwald.

“Ozwald, today’s situation is very special. It’s not your fault. Those guys are indeed not something that ordinary people can stop.

I have no intention of blaming you. Just go out and wait for the man who can't die to come back.

When he shows up again, bring him here to see me. This is a problem between them and me, and only they and I are qualified to discuss it.

Go for it. "

After he finished speaking, Falconet waved his hand, signaling Oswald to go back to the Iceberg Club.

Hearing this, Ozwald looked at Sabatino beside him in confusion.

He really couldn't understand why the boss wanted to discuss it with him when Downton was about to kill Sabatino.

Wait, them?
There is indeed someone behind Downton!
That was a group with such influence that even Falcone had to sit down and have a serious discussion.

This bastard Sabatino actually offended such a person. Even if he doesn't die, he will probably be skinned alive, haha.

Ozwald left the room while chuckling.

After Ozwald left, Falconet picked up his glass and glanced at the others silently.

With just one glance, Chief Savage and Sabatino stood up instantly.

"Sabadino, where is the Ukrainian girl you promised me? Why don't you take me to see her?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Director, I'll take you to see those two good guys right away!"

The two of them led the women out of the room, leaving Victor and Falcone alone.

Before walking out of the room completely, Falcone's daughter glanced at the room reluctantly.

Ever since he discovered that the ghost could make his father so afraid.

She really wanted to see that ghost!

Who could hate her father more than she did?
(End of this chapter)