Chapter 5, Old Joy

Upon first seeing this person, Parker could clearly determine that he was a pig farmer... Not the kind of livestock worker who raises pigs for a canning factory, but rather the most primitive, least efficient, and most time-consuming type of "pig farmer"

"Alright, since you don't want to eat, so be it," he said. "However, let me make it clear that I am always fair. I will transfer your money to your account as scheduled, but since this jailbreak plan was ultimately unsuccessful, you will have to pay a price for it, won't you"

It is possible that this person did not carry a gun, and dressed in a doctor's white coat, appeared to lack any combat capability, which is why none of the bodyguards present immediately opened fire

However, the person sitting in front of this steak has no desire to eat at all. After all, he must use all his focus to suppress the pain throughout his body; otherwise, a moment of relaxation would surely result in a scream of agony.

The several bodyguards understood his meaning implicitly, so soon, the entire hall was left with only Ziliang and Falconi.

Hahaha—what a great harvest! He laughed heartily, adjusting the belt that was being pulled down by his belly.

... ...

Ziliang ungracefully licked his finger and turned to the next page: "The lounge of that beauty salon has a refrigerator, a complete set of bathing facilities, a soft carpet, and a bed that is 3 meters long and 2.5 meters wide..."

A moment of silence ... ... followed by ... ...

Five seconds have already passed, but Mr. Falconi did not fire his gun

Oh, we are about to get to the main point. Ziliang turned a page in his notes and continued, "And coincidentally, Mr. George Parnes, your cousin, attends a boxing training camp every Friday night. He is passionate about boxing, as you should know, but strangely, the schedule of that boxing gym shows that his training coach does not work on Fridays..."

Kaka ka--

"Hi, hi, don't get too excited," Ziliang said, then took out a notebook from his pocket and began to search: "Let me see... Oh, found it, Mrs. Falcone, her name is Carol Dela, she enjoys shopping, raising dogs, and practicing yoga. Every Friday night, she goes to a high-end beauty salon for skin care, where she is a VIP, and every VIP has the right to reserve a luxurious temporary lounge on the third floor of the salon.

"Do you know, I have been in Gotham for 3 months, and it was only until this steak that I felt like this is a place where a person can stay," he said

Oh..." Parker responded in a daze, and then, with his head seemingly unable to escape from a state of confusion, he followed Ziliang.

Ziliang stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth and then wiped his mouth with the tablecloth

"How do you know?" Falconi asked, taken aback.

However, he is ultimately a deeply calculating gang leader

Before meeting with the head of the Falcone family, it is necessary to properly handle the feed; it must be said that this is a good habit

Is that so? I truly apologize," Ziliang said, then pointed to the steak in front of him, "This looks good; is it prepared for me?

Mr. Falcone looked at the unarmed doctor, his face full of confusion: "Hello, may I ask how to address you"

"Are you really not going to take a bite?" Mr. Falcone asked, then gently sipped his red wine, seemingly indifferent to the other person's face, which had been beaten to the point that it was almost unrecognizable.

"Alright, I am a doctor," Ziliang mumbled as he stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth. "As for why I am investigating you... to be honest, I only heard your name for the first time about two hours ago."

... ...

He followed the doctor like this, stepping over the scattered limbs on the ground, walking along the corridor of the hospital towards the main entrance. Within this few meters of distance, the bloodstains that had adhered to his shoes seemed to be pulled away from the soles, and then quickly seeped into the gaps.

An elegant environment, exquisite cuisine, this is the reputation of this restaurant. If accompanied by a beautiful violin piece, it would be even more wonderful

This time, the gun has fired

Bang

It seems that this person arrived a bit too quickly; just as Dr. Ziliang had only smoked halfway through his cigarette, the sound of the clinic door being pushed open came from the end of the corridor

The door of the hospital was pushed open, and Parker stepped into the dim night. A cool breeze brushed against his face, making him feel as though everything he had just experienced was a ridiculous dream.

Ah—perhaps you have inquired about the wrong information; the person you killed is not my enemy, but rather my cousin.

At this point, Ziliang was unsure whether it was intentional; in any case, he paused for a moment

A series of sounds of bullets being chambered echoed from behind his head, and Ziliang felt as if several guns were being inserted into his messy hair

I thought you would thank me first for taking care of your cousin for you

Of course, it is a cold smile

His appearance can be described as rugged, resembling a tall European man over 40 years old, with a commanding dark brown beard, yet completely bald. He is bare-chested, and it is evident that he must have been quite strong in his youth, but now he is covered in excess fat. He wears a large black apron made of thick leather, which is filled with various unappetizing remnants resembling leftover food. A greasy belt is fastened below his large beer belly, and a rusty butcher's knife is slanted into his waist.

"You see, even the most uncouth diners cannot help but be moved by such music; this is music, a marvelous language that transcends any barriers of communication." A man with slightly graying hair sat at the round table, unabashedly praising the violin, as he placed a piece of exquisitely cut steak into his mouth, letting out a soft hum of enjoyment

Bang

The person seemed to be crying, trembling uncontrollably all over. They wanted to say something, but when they opened their mouth, a row of teeth, battered and broken, was revealed, mixed with blood in their mouth, producing only a gurgling sound.

Thus, Parker soon met old Joey

Everyone was startled by the sound and immediately drew their guns, aiming them at the door

Parker could clearly see the excitement in this person's eyes, as if they were shining with light

Falkoni seemed a bit surprised to hear such an answer, staring blankly at Ziliang for a few seconds before bursting into laughter

Falkoni waved his hand dismissively

However, at this moment, in this restaurant, Datang, which should be filled to capacity, there is surprisingly only one table of guests

"Bastard, what exactly do you want to say?" Falconi gritted his teeth and squeezed out these few words through his clenched jaw

Falcone's expression was as dark as the sludge accumulated in a sewer; even the most composed person could not possibly remain completely unresponsive upon hearing the news of his brother's death

Thank you. Ziliang sat down in the chair with great satisfaction, as if he did not see the dozen or so gun muzzles surrounding him: "Mr. Falcone, hello"

I believe you are not the kind of person who would misinterpret a message, so I am giving you 10 seconds now; you may explain something to me or say your last words said Falconi coldly

"Alright, I have matters to attend to. Please close the door after you finish tidying up," Ziliang said, then gave Parker a glance, indicating that he should leave.

My name is Ziliang, a doctor. He adjusted his white coat and said, "I will get straight to the point. Mr. George Parnes, who escaped from prison a few days ago, is already dead"

Falkoni finally lost his composure, suddenly standing up and swiftly drawing a gun, aiming it at Ziliang, who was still cutting meat: "You have five seconds."

I will ascertain the truth of your words myself, now please answer the question

As soon as the words were spoken, a man in a suit walked over from behind the pitiful figure with a bruised face, pulling out a handgun and pressing it against the other's head

Ziliang picked up the knife and fork from the dining table, cut a piece of steak, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he paused, seemingly taken aback by the deliciousness.

They saw a man wearing a white coat, with a face that suggested kidney deficiency, who, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, fixed his gaze directly on Mr. Falcone, who was dining, and then walked straight over.

I know that you want to invade Arkham Asylum, and I believe I can help you

This person is Mr. Carmine Falcone, the current head of the largest crime syndicate in Gotham City

However, Ziliang's head did not seem to explode in response; instead, the poor fellow next to him, who had been lying down and whose name was unknown, clutched his chest, struggled a few times, and then breathed his last.

... ...

On the opposite side of this table, there is also a plate of steak that looks incredibly delicious at first glance, with the sauce mingling with steam, seemingly enticing people to indulge in it

Mr. Falcone still held the gun tightly in his hand: "Who are you? Why are you investigating me?" he asked

Ziliang walked up to the dining table under the astonished gazes and the dark muzzles of guns, and patted the poor fellow on the chair, whom even his own mother would not recognize: "Hey, brother, make some room." he said

"Take him down," Mr. Falcone said

Falkoni looked at Ziliang's eating manner, seemingly hesitating about something. After a long while, he finally said softly: "You must have come to see me for more than just to tell me about these trivial matters."

The person was momentarily at a loss, perhaps feeling that it might be inappropriate to simply give up their seat, yet their body, driven by fear, desperately wanted to flee. In any case, they ended up in a rather strange stumble, and with a thud, they fell to the ground

I killed it

However, this sound was not the gunshot, but rather the sound of the hall door being pushed open and hitting the wall.