The Wraith You Wanted Has Arrived

"Okay, boss."

Sabatino nodded obediently, then continued.

"Actually, my men and I don't know much about that Wraith. After all, when he appeared, we were locked in a fierce fight with the Dimitrov Family.

The Gotham police have more information about the Wraith instead. That deputy commissioner named Gordon at the precinct is the one who personally captured him.

But I'm not sure whether the order you gave me can be known by Commissioner Savage. If it can, you can ask him yourself."

With that, Sabatino drained the whiskey in his glass, then poured himself another while waiting for Falcone to make a decision.

Falcone did not make Sabatino wait long. In the blink of an eye, he waved at Victor Zsasz.

"Invite Commissioner Savage and the girls he's helping over here."

As soon as he spoke, Victor walked straight out.

After Victor left, Falcone took a sip of his drink and nodded to Sabatino.

"You did well, Johnny. Have a few more drinks with me later.

It's truly been a troubled time lately. Not only has Wayne's descendant returned to his kingdom, but even the Wraith from the stories has come knocking."

As he spoke, Falcone felt somewhat weary.

Over the past few years, as he had grown older, the exhaustion had worsened day by day, weighing on him until he could barely breathe.

Perhaps sensing his decline, both Maroni and Fish had grown increasingly arrogant.

Maroni especially had shouted more than once in his restaurant hideout, while drunk, that he wanted to become the King of Gotham. He could not even be bothered to pretend anymore.

Precisely to better suppress Maroni and Fish, Falcone had used the ambitious Oswald to create some trouble for the two of them.

But even if new conflicts had slowed their challenge against him, that day would eventually come, because his aging could not be reversed.

Yet just when he thought those were his only troubles, the shadow of the Court of Owls appeared once more!

This time was different from fifteen years ago. They had not even contacted him; they had directly interfered in his war with the other families!

Although Falcone still disdained their methods and saw them as hyenas trailing far behind a decaying lion king.

The key was that Falcone knew he was decaying...

While Falcone was deep in thought, Savage and Victor entered with six or seven girls.

Seeing the girls' faces, Falcone's expression darkened slightly. He then pointed at the sexy woman following behind Savage, carrying drinks and cigars, and asked.

"Why are you here?"

"I grew up here, Mr. Falcone!"

The woman Falcone had pointed at bent her knees slightly. As she set the drinks on the bar, she gave Falcone an especially cunning and seductive smile.

Seeing that smile, Falcone took a deep breath, then waved to Victor.

Victor nodded lightly, then silently moved to stand behind the young woman.

Seeing Victor approach, the young woman chuckled softly and raised the whiskey toward him.

At the same time, Savage spoke to Falcone with mild curiosity.

"This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful girl. She really is connected to you, boss.

I knew you wouldn't pass up such a delicate flower. What a pity. If he weren't your woman, then I definitely would..."

"That is my daughter!"

Before Savage could finish, Falcone was already looking at him with the coldness of a predator.

Under Falcone's dangerous gaze, Savage suddenly froze and hurriedly set down his glass.

"Y-Yes, sorry. I deserve to die. This idiot drank too quickly!

I apologize, sincerely. I... what can I do to make up for it?"

In an instant, Commissioner Savage was drenched in sweat.

Across from him, Falcone watched him silently for a long while before finally speaking.

"We should remain humble, and we should learn to restrain our curiosity, my friend!"

"Yes, yes, yes. It was my fault. I'll be humble. I won't be curious. I..."

"Enough. You don't need to apologize anymore. Who would blame someone who knows nothing?

I have something else to ask you. I heard Gordon from your precinct caught an unusual criminal today?

Tell me about it."

Falcone interrupted Commissioner Savage, and Savage immediately felt as though a burden had been lifted.

As he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he hurriedly said.

"Your information network is truly impressive. I only heard about it not long ago myself.

Gordon actually claimed he caught someone who could vanish into thin air. That person was an Asian man with no record in either the national immigration system or household registration system.

How could that be possible? Unless the people across the ocean have come calling!

Oh, and he said that Asian man had died several times, then come back to life!

I suspect he was high as hell, or he's completely gone insane!

Come to think of it, someone like Gordon was bound to go crazy in Gotham sooner or later. Today just happened to be the day!

I..."

Savage suddenly stopped, then looked up in shock toward the private room's door.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Boom!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Thud! Thud!

The renewed sounds of gunfire and explosions silenced the entire private room.

After that silence lasted a moment, Falcone slammed his hand down on the table.

"Victor, I want to know who dares interrupt my enjoyment again and again!

Find the person behind the attack and bring him before me. He will die kneeling before me as if serving Caesar!"

"Yes, boss!"

Upon receiving the order, Victor Zsasz said nothing. With a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right, he immediately left the private room.

After winding through the confusing corridors and pushing open the secret door of Minus Forty-Four Degrees, Victor entered the Iceberg Lounge, which had already descended into chaos.

After following the panicked fleeing crowd for some distance, Victor caught sight of the center of the gunfire and explosions and revealed a cruel smile.

But the next second, once he clearly saw the person causing the chaos, Victor could no longer smile.

What had Sabatino just said?

An Asian man over six feet tall?

An unkillable Wraith?

A corpse that would burst into flames after death, then vanish without a trace?

He looked at the Asian man in the distance, leaning behind an overturned gambling table, laughing as he threw a grenade despite being riddled with bullet holes, before even more bullets turned him into a sieve!

Then he looked at the Asian man's corpse, which rapidly ignited and vanished completely!

Victor hurried back the way he had come. He needed to inform Boss Falcone of this as soon as possible!

Elsewhere, not long before.

After bidding farewell to the old man at the gun shop, Downton did not get into the car he had borrowed earlier. Instead, he walked several hundred paces in the direction the old man had pointed out, then hailed a taxi.

The moment he got in, Downton pulled out a huge wad of cash from his travel bag and said grandly to the driver.

"Buddy, take me to the Iceberg Lounge. I brought a fat stack of cash, and I'm gonna have one hell of a time tonight, haha!"

Amid his laughter, Downton tossed the cash in his hand beside the driver.

Looking at the bills fluttering around him—at least several thousand dollars' worth—the driver swallowed every word he had been about to say.

As a taxi driver making a living in Little Italy, he naturally knew what kind of place the Iceberg Lounge was. He also knew it was not somewhere ordinary people were qualified to visit.

But this rich second-generation idiot in front of him was both so stupid and so flashy. He really did look like the kind of customer the Iceberg Lounge would welcome!

Wasn't this exactly the kind of person gangsters made money from? Taking him there should not get the driver into trouble, right?

"Sit tight, boss. I'll take you there right away!"

The taxi driver quickly convinced himself, then sped away with Downton.

As for Downton, he maintained the idiotic grin of a spoiled playboy while using the bills to thoroughly conceal the grenades in his bag.