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Chapter 41 Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?
On the other hand, twelve minutes later, in front of the Diamond District City Square.

Battelle drove against the flow of traffic with difficulty and stopped behind many onlookers.

Looking at the onlookers blocking the road, Bartel picked up the pistol weakly, then opened the car door and walked out.

"My boss, you are just like what Sheriff Gordon said. You feel uncomfortable if you don't cause trouble for a minute!"

As he spoke, Bartel brought out the style he had when he was in the Falconet family.

He fired three shots into the air, scaring the surrounding citizens so much that they all squatted down with their heads in their hands.

"When the Falcone family is doing business, everyone irrelevant should get the hell out of here..."

Bartel stopped short of threatening, remembering that he was no longer a member of the Falcone family.

So...what should I say at this time?

My heartless boss doesn’t even have a proper name for his organization!
In the distance, Donton was grabbing the neck of a man wearing LV and counting his wallet, when he heard Bartel's roar.

So, he glared at Bartel with dissatisfaction, even though he didn't recognize Bartel's voice at all.

"You are the Falconet family, right?

Fuck the Falcone family!
Falcone is old, Gotham is my time now, I want to see who the hell you are... Bartel?"

At this point, Donton looked at Bartel with amusement, whose eyes were wide open and legs trembling.

Facing Downton's gaze, Bartel waved his pistol in panic.

"I, I, I, I said it wrong. I didn't mean it like that. I just said it wrong. I..."

"Okay, I get it!"

Donton interrupted Bartel's incoherent talk in a bad mood, and then threw his emptied wallet to the ground beside him.

As a professional robber, Downton is exceptionally good at selecting targets. Familiar with all the major brands, he can always hit the target as long as he focuses on the limited edition and first-release clothing of various brands.

Look, more than 2,000 yuan in cash was found from a mere passerby. Isn't the chance of getting a reward much higher than giving him love?
While putting the money into his pocket, Donton let go of the man whose neck he was holding, then turned around and walked towards Bartel.

As he walked, Donton raised his gun and yelled in demonstration.

"The Ghost Party is in charge, all irrelevant people, get out of here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Donton fired three shots into the air, causing screams to emanate from all around.

As for Donton himself, he walked through the crowd to Bartle and kicked him angrily.

“They all say I’m the ghost of Gotham, and I like that title.

From now on, we are the Ghost Party. I can't die even if I want to. Our organization named after the boss has no chance to change the boss, haha!"

Amidst loud laughter, Donton put the pistol back into his waist and pointed at the car not far away.

"Come on, take me to change clothes. I'm going to meet a woman later, and I can't just go there in such a mess."

"Okay, okay, boss, please... get in the car!"

Bartel nodded hurriedly, then quickly opened the car door for Donton.

Unexpectedly, just as Donton stepped one foot into the car, a curse suddenly came from the crowd.

"Damn yellow monkey, Falcone is such a loser, actually letting a guy like him show off in Gotham City!"

"Ouch, what the fuck?"

The moment the voice fell, Donton immediately became interested. He took his feet away from the car and looked at the crowd again with a sneer.

Facing Downton's scrutiny, some citizens couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound.

Following the gazes of several citizens, Donton fixed his eyes on a family of three.

It looked like a fairly warm family, consisting of a couple in their thirties and a little girl of five or six years old.

Facing Downton's gaze at this moment, the hostess picked up her ignorant daughter in panic, while tremblingly pulling her husband's sleeve.

Seeing the little girl, Donton sighed softly. He really didn't want to kill anyone in front of a child.

So he held the gun and walked towards the family of three indifferently.

As Downton got closer, the hostess's mentality was about to collapse, and she kept backing away with the child in her arms.

As for the male host, the guy who was shouting, when Donton came in front of him, he couldn't help but part his trembling lips, trying to maintain a tough attitude and spoke to Donton.

"I... I'm a police officer, do you want to attack me?
I haven't heard of any ghost gang in Gotham. You...you are insulting Falcone here, aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble for you!
That's...that's Falconet!"

"Oh, the police~"

Listening to the man's words, Donton shook his head regretfully, then put his hand on his shoulder.

"So, tell me, can the police not be afraid of bullets?"

Having said that, Donton patted the guy's shoulder gently, then stood in front of his wife and children and extended his hand to his children.

Seeing that his wife and children might be hurt, the guy who insulted Downton couldn't help himself.

but……

After noticing from afar that Battelle was mercilessly aiming his gun at him, the man did not resist at all.

He just watched Donton rub his daughter's head.

While ruffling the little girl's hair, Donton shook his head regretfully again.

He has given many opportunities to the man who talks nonsense, but unfortunately, even if he is given the opportunities, he is useless!
Thinking of this, Donton gently patted the little girl on the back.

"Little girl, how old are you this year?" "She is only five years old, please... please... don't..."

As soon as Donton finished speaking, the child's mother nervously answered for the child.

Hearing the hostess's frightened voice, Donton gently patted her butt.

"What do you mean by no? No, what do you mean? Am I just a scumbag in your eyes who would hurt an innocent little girl?

What a joke, if I can even kill innocent little kids, then I am not worthy of being the future boss of Gotham~"

Having said that, Donton smiled and put his arm around the hostess's shoulders, looking her up and down.

After a moment, Downton laughed.

"From your temperament, you don't look like the kind of woman who received hundreds of thousands of dollars in betrothal gifts. So, you are actually a good woman.

It's just that my taste in choosing men is a little poor!
Let me do the math for you. Women here not only don't ask for a dowry, but you and your children also take your husband's surname. With these conditions, what kind of man can you not find? Why do you choose a loser who can only talk big?
I see that your man is such a coward. When he plays with you, he can only make your face drool, right?
Tell me the truth, is this girl his biological daughter?
Regardless of whether it is true or not, I must solemnly advise you to divorce that bastard immediately after you go back today!
Believe me! "

“I…I…wuwuwu!”

The hostess burst into tears all of a sudden, and she was almost scared to tears by Downton.

At this moment, the little girl held by the woman suddenly opened her arms towards Donton.

"Handsome uncle!"

While shouting excitedly, the little girl hugged Donton's arm, then pouting her lips and moving closer to Donton.

Seeing this, Donton smiled, bent down, and put his forehead in front of the little girl for her to kiss.

Then the little girl clapped her hands happily.

"Mom, this uncle is so handsome, even more handsome than your favorite star!"

Listening to the little girl's words, Donton's smile became brighter.

"Okay, okay, let's play it this way, eh? If you play it this way, don't blame me for forgiving your wild dad a little bit~"

Donton gently pushed the woman holding the child, then pointed to the park behind the square and said.

"Take your kids to the park and find some other kids, or some cats and dogs or something to play with for a while. I need to have some business conversation with your husband."

"But……"

"Go!"

The hostess wanted to say something, but she was interrupted by Donton in a blink of an eye. She had to walk away tremblingly with the child in her arms.

Just like that, with the little girl's voice of "Goodbye, handsome uncle!" getting farther and farther away, Donton returned to the man who was talking nonsense.

Pointing the muzzle of the Desert Eagle at the man's head, Donton said coldly.

"Kneel down."

thump!
The invisible pressure grew heavier, and the man knelt down in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the man kneel so decisively, Donton finally nodded.

"Very good. Now, do you know how to address people like me from now on?"

"I……"

"You don't have to say anything, because no matter what you say, my actions will only make you hate Asians more.

Think about it carefully. Actually, I don’t need your promise. I just want you to never forget this day.
"Diseases come from the mouth, disasters come from the mouth," we say, but you should learn it well!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Donton took out a shotgun from his backpack and kicked the man over.

Holding the shotgun like a baseball bat, Donton aimed at the man's legs and smashed it down with an expressionless face.

Once, twice... countless times.

When the blood dotted Donton's face like Tang Mazi, he finally stopped his actions.

Behind him, Bartel handed a silk handkerchief to Donton, who wiped it on his face and asked.

"Lao Ba, I don't have much experience. Do you think he can survive in this state?"

"He probably won't die, but he will definitely lose his legs, and he may also lose his wife and children."

"Haha, screw it, he just lost his two legs, but I lost my whole day's good mood!"

Donton cursed with a laugh, then rubbed the blood-stained handkerchief through his hair.

The sticky blood suddenly acted like hairspray, making his hair look a bit slicked back.

Throwing the silk handkerchief aside, Donton sneered at everyone around him, then walked through the silent crowd and sat back in the car in silence.

Bartel followed Downton into the car and asked.

"Boss, where should we go next?"

"To the Metropolis, drive there first. I need to make a phone call for the exact location."

Still waiting for news, not sure if I can get a trial launch…

The news came out this afternoon. If I hadn’t tried it, I would have been screwed.
I try my best to keep a positive attitude, and I also ask everyone to continue reading the story of Downton and vote for me.

Love you.

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(End of this chapter)