The social session that follows the speech is always annoying, with people smiling with real or fake smiles, and then drinks swaying from glasses to probe each other's boundaries as a way to divide interests and make allies.

Naturally, Bruce Wayne was once again the center of social attention, and Richard, along with the other leaders, sneered at him and the Mr. Lincoln March.

Tian Ganggenichi of the Yamaguchi-gumi said softly, "Guess what those two 'Gotham Tomorrow's Lights' are talking about?" ”

The strong-headed man of the Russian gangster sneered and said, "What else can there be? The old-school plutocracy and the emerging political up-and-coming are discussing how to sweep away the old interests of Gotham City, so that those who are guarding their homeland and refuse to surrender will be covered with eggs. ”

"And we're those damn turtles, aren't we?" Richard indifferently put down the giant claws of the king crab, snapped his fingers and asked the waiter to bring the water bowl for cleaning his hands, "Gangsters are part of Gotham city life, no matter what those high-ranking plutocratic bureaucrats think, we are builders, casinos, prostitution streets, powder stalls, bars, nightclubs, banks, and even aviation and shipping, film production, construction, clothing, automobile manufacturing,

Where there are people, there will be violence, and the existence of violence has given birth to our gangsters. ”

Richard freely took off the ring engraved with the family crest and dipped his hand in a basin of water to wash, and the bloated knuckles of his fingers were even more enlarged under the water.

"It's not so much that we're vampires and parasites that live on the city's body, but that we've helped shape it."

Richard carefully scrubbed the dirt between his fingers, frowned, and said, "My little grandson is a science buff, and he spends his days immersed in science pictorials such as Copernicus and Newton. He told me that there are at least 500 kinds of bacteria in the human gut, and they don't just give you dysentery, skin infections, pneumonia or vomiting and diarrhea — a lot of the time, they're good for the body, helping you digest food and keep disease at bay, it's a symbiotic relationship. ”

Tian Gangyuan responded absentmindedly: "Just like a gangster? ”

"Yes, Gotham provides us with a warm and comfortable environment to grow in, and we unblock the pipes and relieve the sorrow of Gotham, just imagine what the city would be like without the nameless corpses that sank under the surface of Gotham's harbor." Richard took out his hands from the basin, took the towel handed by the waiter, and said while wiping it: "We are the mainstay, and we seem to be redundant but are indispensable. ”

The burly and sturdy black gang leaders all said sarcastically: "Richard, you really should tell that Lincoln March, the gang is the pillar of Gotham!" What a novel theory! I'll tell your mother when I go back, in bed, of course. ”

The rest let out chuckles.

Richard gave him an indifferent look, threw the towel to the waiter, and then grabbed the black man's golden tie and pulled it down violently on the table.

Boom!

The sharp dinner knife scraped against the black man's face and slammed into the wooden tabletop, the stainless steel handle trembling to itself.

"Bob, Bob, Bob." Richard shook his head and repeated the name of the black leader, his big hand pressed the other party's forehead, and his bloated body suddenly burst out with the murderous aura of the superior, "My great-grandfather, an Italian leather merchant who came to Gotham on a smuggled boat, took advantage of the prohibition in the twenties of the last century to occupy the docks, and made his first pot of gold by smuggling alcohol, where was your great-grandfather at that time?" Shoveling cow dung on a farm in the central plains? Or act as a doorman in a hotel to open and close the elevator? ”

Richard's piercing gaze caused the other mob leaders to look away and look down at the beige tablecloth on the dining table.

"My family has been here for almost a hundred years and has witnessed the most glorious moments of the gang! The prefect of the judiciary needs to kiss my grandfather's ring, the Irish Revolutionary Army needs to kneel and beg to be taken in, and even the Vatican's appointment as a bishop of Gotham requires my family's consent.

But now, the change of mayor has made you tremble and frightened, and I am ashamed to be with you. ”

Richard shook his bloated palm back and forth against the handle of the dinner knife, the sharp blade squeezing the black man's lips, cutting out light blood lines.

"But who made us a good friend of the trenches?" Richard bowed down and whispered in the black man's ear, "Bob, we're friends, aren't we?" ”

"Yes, yes, Richard."

"Huh?"

The blade went deeper, blood dripping onto the tablecloth and dripping down the marble floor.

"No, I mean, Mr. Sapa."

"That's right." Richard slowly loosened his restraints, allowing the black leader to pant and fall back.

The young waiter standing with the basin of water seemed to be stupefied, and with a clatter, splashed the sewage with crab oil on Richard.

"Hell, do you have eyes?"

"Hold, I'm sorry, sir, I'm .....," Leon stammered, disguised as a waiter, "There's a dry cleaning machine downstairs, you need me...."

"Forget it, get out of the way, don't let me see you again." Annoyed, Richard took off his napkin, wiped it slightly with the clean back, and said, "Gentlemen, forgive me for missing for a moment." He got up and walked to the bathroom.

The bathroom's interior is equally understated and luxurious, with brown wood-grain stone walls, gold paint on the corners of the hand dryer, and delicate red roses on either side of the auto-sensing brass faucet.

Richard sighed and unbuttoned his collar in the mirror, pulling out two or three pieces of white paper from the paper and wiping the grease on his chest back and forth.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and it was the young waiter.

Richard yelled impatiently, "Hey, get out of here, I'll clean it up myself." ”

"Actually, I'm not here for that, Mr. Sapa." Li Ang sighed, untied his tie, and took it in his hand and stretched it,

There was a crisp sound in the air, "I'm still a little confused about your theory about urban gangs. ”

Richard's face sank, and he silently stretched out his hand to his waist.

However, it was too late, Leon smiled and threw out his tie, wrangled Richard's wrist like a long whip, and pulled it back slightly, and Richard's fat and bloated body slipped to the ground, moaning in pain.

"Those who do things like floating waves, Judah is called a ronin, Beijing is called a soil gangster, Hangzhou is a single, and Yangzhou is called a green skin."

Leon indifferently dragged Richard into the cubicle, opened the toilet lid, and stuffed the head of the gang leader into the water, "No matter how nice the gang says, it's just a pickled thing that knocks the bone and sucks the marrow." ”