Before going to meet the leader of the Falcone family, you have to deal with the feed first. I have to say that this is a good habit.

So soon Parker met Old Joey.

But this person seemed to be coming too fast. Just as Dr. Ziliang's cigarette was halfway through, the sound of the clinic door being pushed open came from the end of the corridor.

When Parker first saw this person, he was obviously sure that this person was a pig farmer... not the kind of breeder who provided pork in the canning factory, but the most primitive, inefficient, and most time-consuming and labor-intensive "pig farmer".

He looks pretty tough, and looks like a big European, over 40 years old, with a very domineering black-brown beard, but he doesn't have a slight hair, and his upper body is exposed. It can be seen that he should have been quite strong when he was young, but now he is full of fat. He is wearing a large black apron made of thick leather, and there are all kinds of disgusting things like leftovers. A belt full of oil stains is tied under the huge beer belly, and a rusty pig-killing knife is inserted diagonally at his waist.

"Hahaha--a big gain!" He smiled heartily and lifted the belt that was pressed down by his stomach.

Parker could clearly see the man's eyes as if he was radiating.

"Okay, I have something to do. Please help me close the door after you finish cleaning up." Ziliang said, then gave Parker a look and signaled that he should leave.

"Oh..." Parker responded in a daze, then followed Ziliang with his head that seemed to be unable to escape from his confused state.

He followed the doctor, walked over the ground and walked towards the gate along the corridor of the hospital. Within a few meters, the blood stuck on his shoes seemed to be pulled out by the bottom plate, and then quickly penetrated into the gap.

The hospital door was pushed open, Parker walked into the gray night, and a cool breeze slapped on his face, making him feel that everything he had just experienced was a ridiculous dream.

......

......

The elegant environment and exquisite food are the reputation of this restaurant. It would be even more wonderful if you paired it with a beautiful violin.

But at this moment, in this restaurant that should have been packed, there was only one table of guests.

"Listen, even the rudeest diners are bound to be moved by such music. This is music, a wonderful language that can overcome any communication barrier." A man with slightly white hair sat at the round table without any concealing his praise for the violin. He stuffed a piece of extremely delicately cut steak into his mouth, and hummed with pleasure.

This person is Mr. Carmine Falcone, the master of the largest gangster in Gotham City at this stage.

And opposite this table, there is also a plate of steak that looks extremely delicious. The sauce is mixed with heat, which seems to seduce people to eat it.

However, the person sitting in front of this steak had no idea about eating. After all, now he had to use all his thoughts to suppress the pain around him, otherwise he would definitely scream if he relaxed.

"Are you really not going to take a bite?" Mr. Falcone asked, then took a sip of the red wine, as if he didn't care about the other party's face that had been beaten so hard that he could hardly see his original appearance.

"Okay, since you don't want to eat, just forget it." He said, "But you have to make it clear that I have always been fair. I will transfer your money to your account as scheduled, but after all, this prison robbery plan was not successful, so you have to pay a little price for it, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a suit came over behind the poor guy with a bruised nose and swollen face. He took out a pistol and pressed it on the other party's head.

"Wuwuwuaaa--" The man seemed to be crying, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, trying to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he showed a row of teeth that had been beaten up, mixed with blood in his mouth, and he could only hear the rumbling sound.

Falcone waved indifferently...

"Bang!"

......

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

Everyone was startled by the sound, and immediately took out their guns and pointed them at the door.

They saw a man in a white coat with a kidney-deficient look on his face. He stared at Mr. Falcone, who was dining at a glance, and then walked straight over.

Perhaps because the man did not carry a gun, and was wearing a doctor's white coat, he didn't look very combative, so all the bodyguards present did not shoot immediately.

Ziliang walked to the dining table under a group of surprised gazes and black guns, and patted the poor guy on the chair who was not aware of his biological mother: "Hi, brother, let's go." He said.

The man couldn't figure it out for a moment. He might think it would be a bit inappropriate to give up his seat like this, but his body was so anxious that he wanted to escape because of fear. Anyway, he was just a very strange stagger and lay on the ground.

"Thank you." Ziliang sat on the chair with satisfaction, as if he hadn't seen the dozen or so muzzles surrounding him behind him: "Hello, Mr. Falcone."

Mr. Falcone looked at the unarmed doctor with a puzzled look on his face: "Hello, what do you call me?"

"My name is Ziliang, a doctor." He stretched out his white coat and said, "I'll just talk straight to the point. Mr. George Parns, who escaped from prison a few days ago, is dead."

"How do you know?" Falcone asked for a moment.

"I killed it."

A silence...and then...

"KaKaKa————”

A series of sounds of loading bullets sounded from behind his head, and Ziliang felt several guns inserted into his messy hair.

Falcone seemed a little surprised to hear such an answer. He looked at Ziliang for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing.

Of course, it's a sneer.

"Ha--you may have found out the wrong news. The person you killed is not my enemy, but my cousin."

"Is that so, I'm so sorry." Ziliang said, then pointed to the steak in front of him: "This looks good, did you prepare it for me?"

Falcone's face was as gloomy as the mud accumulated in the sewer. Even if a person with a calm mind was heard, he would not have had any reaction at all when he heard the news that his brother was dead...

But he is a very cunning gang leader after all.

"I think you should not be the kind of person who will make the wrong news, so I will give you 10 seconds now. You can explain anything to me or say the last words." Falcone said coldly.

Ziliang picked up the knife and fork on the dining table, cut a piece of steak, stuffed it into his mouth, and then was stunned, as if it was shocked by the delicious expression.

"You know, I've been in Gotham for 3 months, and it wasn't until this steak that I felt like a place to stay here," he said.

Falcone finally couldn't hold back his anger. He stood up suddenly, quickly took out a gun and aimed at Ziliang who was still cutting meat: "You have five seconds left."

"Hi, don't be excited." Ziliang said, then took out a notebook from his pocket and started rummaging: "Let me find it first... Oh, I found it. Falcone's wife, named Kelol Dela, likes shopping, dog raising, and yoga and fitness. Every Friday night, she goes to a high-end beauty club to maintain her skin. She is the VIP guest there, and every VIP has the right to book a luxurious temporary lounge on the third floor of the club..."

"Bastard, what do you want to say?" Falcone gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from his teeth.

"Oh, it's about to get the point." Ziliang turned a page of notes and continued: "It's a coincidence that Mr. George Parns, your cousin, goes to a boxing training camp every Friday night. He loves boxing. You should know this, but strangely, the schedule of that boxing gym shows that his training coach doesn't work at all on Friday..."

Speaking of this, Ziliang didn't know if it was intentional, but he paused for a moment.

Five seconds had passed long ago, but Mr. Falcone did not shoot.

Ziliang licked his fingers invisibly and turned another page: "The lounge of that beauty club has a refrigerator, a full set of bathing equipment, a soft carpet, and a bed that is 3 meters long and 2.5 meters wide..."

"Bang!"

This time it was a gunshot.

But Ziliang's head did not seem to explode. Instead, the poor guy next to him who had been lying on his face and didn't know what his name was, covered his chest, thrust a few times, and then died.

"Please him down," said Mr. Falcone.

The bodyguards understood what he meant very well, so soon, there were only Ziliang and Falcone left in the entire hall.

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

"I thought you would thank me for helping you kill your cousin." Ziliang muttered.

"I will find out whether your words are true or not. Please answer the questions now..."

"Well, I'm a doctor." Ziliang stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth and muttered: "As for why he investigates you... to be honest, I heard your name for the first time about two hours ago."

Falcone looked at Ziliang's eating behavior and seemed to be hesitating. After a while, he said quietly: "You should come to me not just to tell me these messy things."

Ziliang stuffed a bite of steak into his mouth, then pulled up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth.
Chapter completed!