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The call was quickly connected, Alfred said softly.

"Hello, Sheriff Gordon, this is Wayne Manor, I'm Alfred.

A young Asian man "accidentally" sneaked into Bruce's bedroom and ate my steak worth eight hundred dollars..."

"etc!"

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

"You voluntarily gave the steak to me, okay?"

Hearing this, Alfred gave Downton a distant look, and then continued talking to the phone.

"Don't worry, he didn't hurt Bruce, yes, I controlled him.

You're coming over right away, okay, I'll be waiting for you right 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?"

"That makes sense!"

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

"Do I need to clean it up myself, Alfred?"

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

Alfred took the dinner plate over, and while he was putting it back on the tray, Downton stretched comfortably.

"Did you cook the steak yourself? If so, I can only say it tastes great.

It's a pity that the time is not right, otherwise I really want to try your soup and desserts again.

Today is a busy day, and the things at hand are urgent. It's time for us to say goodbye. "

After finishing his words, Downton walked directly towards the travel bag.

Seeing Downton move again, Alfred frowned and accurately nailed a bullet at Downton's feet.

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

"What do you cherish? Your cooking skills are still my life. Stop making trouble. I don't care about my life.

By the way, don’t call me a young man, I am Downton, Downton from Downton Abbey. "

Downton casually exchanged greetings with Alfred, then put his travel bag on his back.

As he continued toward the Desert Eagle, Alfred moved suddenly.

I saw him swooping down, and his old-looking body suddenly rushed far away, and rushed behind Downton in the blink of an eye.

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

"Dislocated, dislocated!"

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

"I surrender, you win, the boxing championship belt is yours, Alfred!"

"Don't think about making jokes, just wait for the police to come, or tell everything you know!

Who sent you, what is your goal, is it Bruce! "

"Hell, I can't explain it. You won't believe it until I see it with my own eyes."

"You have to be tough, right? I want to see how long you can last. I hope I haven't forgotten the methods I learned back then!"

Alfred was very confident in his fighting and interrogation abilities.

In his opinion, the young man he held down had no trace of training. Not only was such a person no match for him, but he was also unlikely to survive the interrogation techniques he had learned while serving in MI5.

But this made Alfred even more curious.

Why did a young man with no trace of training, wearing clothes full of gunfight marks and 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 angrily.

After confirming that he really couldn't escape the control of Butler Man, Downton looked at the Desert Eagle in the distance with regret.

Then he said to Alfred.

"I'll keep my gun with you first, and I'll come back to you after I solve the matter at hand."

The moment he finished speaking, Alfred fell on the carpet in shock.

Where are people?

What about a living person?

Just say no and it’s gone? ? ?

With great astonishment, Alfred took a deep breath, and then picked up the sand eagle left by Downton.

"Downton?"

He said softly while unloading the Sand Eagle's magazine.

"Is there a mansion called Downton Abbey in Gotham?"

…

On the other hand, in the Iceberg Club.

Seeing Downton's body disappear completely after spontaneous combustion again, Ozwald narrowed his eyes in wonder.

What an enviable skill!

But envy or anything else doesn't matter. What matters is that you must first settle down in the club.

Two riots broke out in the club in a row. I'm afraid Falcone, who is at minus 44 degrees Celsius, is already going to be angry!

So he quickly shouted to the men closest to him.

"Get a microphone quickly!"

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

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

"This bastard Downton has disappeared. Do you still want to continue fighting? Don't forget that Sabatino and Falcone are both in the club!

Everyone put away their guns and used their fists to fight if they wanted to.

Sabatino's men, right? If you can break out of the club with your fists, then I won't forgive you for the mistakes you made today!

I know you are afraid that I will default on my debts, and even more afraid that I will settle the score later, but I tell you, do you think I can remember your names and faces? Who do you think you are!

The moment I finish speaking, if anyone dares to continue shooting, I guarantee that you will all die!

Put down your guns and try to escape from the club. As long as you escape, you can live the way you want!

Start!!! "

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

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

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of Sabatino's men running madly towards the exit, Ozwald shook his head with 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 for him, and the trouble on Falcone's side was the real mess!

Just like that, he rushed into the private room with sweat all over his head, and admitted his fault to Falcone before he stood still.

"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. I never thought of such a thing!

He..."

"I already know! "

Falcone 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 don't intend to blame you. Go out and wait for the man who can't die to come back.

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

Go. "

After the words fell, Falcone waved his hand, signaling Ozwald to go back to the Iceberg Club.

Hearing this, Ozwald looked at Sabatino next to him in confusion.

He really didn't understand. Downton was going to kill Sabatino, but the boss still wanted to discuss with him.

Wait, them?

There are indeed others behind Downton!

That is a group that is so influential that Falcone has to sit down and discuss it seriously.

Sabatino, this bastard, actually provoked such a person. Even if he doesn't die, he will probably lose a layer of skin, haha.

While secretly rejoicing, Ozwald left the room.

After Ozwald left, Falcone picked up the wine glass and glanced at the others silently.

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

"Sabatino, where are the Ukrainian girls you promised? Why don't you take me to see them!"

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

They took the women out of the room, leaving only Victor and Falcone.

Before leaving the room, Falcone's daughter glanced at the room reluctantly.

Ever since she found out that the ghost could make her father so afraid.

She really wanted to see the ghost!

Who else could hate her father more than her?