The dinner was funded by the Urban Construction Foundation and invited all the minds, union leaders, factory owners, entrepreneurs and... gang leaders related to the Gotham port reconstruction plan.

Please don't be surprised, in Gotham, gangs have penetrated all aspects of urban life, through agency entrusting agents, opening casinos, establishing wallet companies and other money laundering methods, as well as professional elite lawyers, and corrupt Gotham judicial system,

Gangster leaders can easily completely separate from low-level criminal activities, go to high-end consumer places to spend time, and hang out with those "upper-level people".

Even many large enterprises that support Gotham's GDP are the gangsters behind them. They have specially opened banks specially used for large-scale money laundering, and sincerely invited the rich to deposit US dollars in it. After all, the security strictness of gang banks is far higher than that of other companies...

The crystal-clear Slovak crystal chandeliers hang under the exquisitely painted dome, illuminating the magnificent hall. There are various dining plates above the white silk table mat, champagne and ice cubes are placed together, hiding in the exquisite and elegant golden vessels.

The lady wearing a backless evening dress held a goblet and sipped wine. Her high heels pedaled on the steps and slapped the soft and fragrant perfume smell on her body. She inadvertently revealed the precious jewelry given by her lover. She tried every means to compete for beauty and was one head higher than other ladies.

As for those gentlemen in suits and ties, they gathered in groups of three or three in the corner, talking loudly about the future of Gotham City.

"Everyone has been living a very good life recently. That damn Batman sent me five subordinates at the dock to the hospital. If I hadn't had some friendship with the Senator, I would have been afraid that even those guns would not have been left."

"You have already calculated your luck. Before my name was entered the port, the smuggled cargo ship was drilled into the bottom of the ship by the madman in a cloak, and had to call for the Coast Guard's rescue."

A group of ruthless gang leaders gathered together, talking and complaining to each other.

As the damn playboy Bruce Wayne whimsically proposed the Gotham port reconstruction plan, the originally close-knit capitalists and bureaucrats came up like sharks that smelled blood and coveted the opportunity.

The first to be the one Lincoln March, C.O.O (Chief Operating Officer) of March Ventures, is the most powerful candidate for the position of mayor of Gotham.

It is said that this heroic and upright Gotham Star grew up in an orphan aid house called Qingliu Xiaoya sponsored by Wayne Group. He has shown his super high talent for numbers since he was a child. After becoming an adult, he started from scratch and established a huge business empire step by step.

It was the year of mayoral election, and March Venture Capital Company vigorously sponsored the reconstruction plan of Gotham Port led by Wayne Group, and at the same time built political momentum, inspiring a large number of rich people in the city to believe that the brand new Gotham Port will provide more wealth and use it to vote for Lincoln March.

In this case, the current mayor, Mr. Hardy, who secretly colluded with the gang, was alone and did not dare to make any big moves to help the gang. After all, the position of mayor may change hands at any time, and he was still willing to do so. When the time comes, the tea will be cold, and he will be liquidated later.

Thinking of this, the gang leader all looked bitter and stared at the bubbles slowly rising from the champagne in the wine glass and remained silent.

Just then, Mr. Richard Sapa, the contemporary head of the Italian mafia family, walked into the hall. He patted the waists of the two beauties beside him and asked the ladies to leave. He leaned on the painted black carbon aluminum cane with skulls inlaid, and came to the small circle where the gang leader gathered.

"Mr. Tian Gang, I know, is not so entangled and depressed, as if he was a blonde girl who was deceived and abandoned by her unscrupulous Beatles boyfriend."

Richard smiled and took the wine glass from the silver plate brought by the waiter, and said calmly to the leader of the Yamaguchi Group in Gotham City: "You should know that you were holding a Chicago typewriter with 50 rounds of magazines. You killed more than a dozen of my subordinates with your own strength, and confirmed that the Yamaguchi Group could have a place in this city."

"But that's twenty years ago, right?" Tian Gangyuan sighed, "Now our territory is constantly being squeezed, starting from the harbor on the edge, gradually eroding..."

There was no one talking in the small circle, and only the melodious classical music that served as the background sound in the dinner was still playing, just like the long elegy given by Bruce Wayne for the Gotham Gang.

Richard looked around and looked at the constipated expression on the faces of the gang leaders, and coughed heavily.

"For God's sake, are you castrated by chemicals? You are cowardly, fearful, and glorious, and you can't be the whole day! We are the masters of this city, and the masters who control the life and death of others."

Richard pressed his cane hard on the marble floor, making a dull sound, his eyes like a burning red blade, cutting open the fragile bodies of other gang leaders, and completely digging out those dirty hearts, "Bruce Wayne wants us to get out of the city, so we should make him pay the price."

"What's the price?" The Russian gang leader asked hoarsely with a cold and rough face: "He is the most powerful Wayne family and the leader of the Wayne group. After murdering him, we will be completely eradicated by those nobles who have lost their lips and teeth."

"Who said I'm going to kill him?"

Richard pulled his collar and let the air blow into his fat chest, and sneered, "Does he have nothing else to care about?"

Tian Gangyuan took a sip of the wine, moistened his dry lips, and asked nervously: "Who?"

Richard said frankly: "Rachel Daws, assistant prosecutor of the Gotham District Prosecutor's Office, was a close friend of Mr. Bruce Wayne when he was a child."

"People from the District Prosecutor's Office?! Are you crazy? This is Gotham, and it is a civilized city after all, not Chechnya or Syria!!"

"So what?" Richard's eyes almost narrowed into a slit. He spat in a dark green sputum into the wine glass impatiently, and said coldly: "Let a few gangsters kidnapped her, take a few photos and secretly give it to Bruce Wayne. This young master will retreat in order to save the beauty of the hero, and keep silent about the port reconstruction."

"What about Lincoln March?"

"Don't worry about him. When Wayne Group withdraws its investment, his dream of mayor will naturally be shattered."
Chapter completed!