The Boxing Champion's Belt Is Yours

The call connected quickly, and Alfred spoke softly.

"Hello, Captain Gordon. This is Wayne Manor. I'm Alfred.

A young Asian man accidentally broke into Bruce's bedroom and ate an eight-hundred-dollar steak of mine..."

"Wait!"

Downton had not wanted to bother with Gordon's report to the police, but...

"You gave me that steak willingly, all right!"

Hearing that, Alfred shot Downton a distant glare before continuing into the phone.

"Rest assured, he did not hurt Bruce. Yes, I have subdued him.

You'll come over right away? Very good. I'll be waiting here!"

After hanging up, Alfred spread his hands at Downton.

"Young man, if you had not accidentally broken in here, I would not have lost my steak, would I?"

"That makes sense!"

Downton nodded and could not help chuckling. Once he was done laughing, he happily finished off the steak, then showed Alfred the empty plate.

"Do I need to clean this up myself, Alfred?"

"No. Just stand right there and don't move!"

Alfred took the plate from him. While he returned it to the tray, Downton comfortably stretched.

"Did you make that steak yourself? If so, I can only say it tasted incredible.

It's a shame the timing was wrong. Otherwise, I really would have liked to try your soup and dessert.

Today has been busy, and I have urgent business to handle. It's time for us to say goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, Downton headed straight for his travel bag.

Seeing Downton move again, Alfred frowned and fired a bullet precisely into the floor by his feet.

"Not everyone gets to taste my cooking. I hope you know how to appreciate it. Don't force me to shoot, young man."

"Appreciate what, your cooking or my life? Come on, I don't even care about my own life.

Oh, and stop calling me young man. I'm Downton, Downton of Downton Abbey."

Downton casually exchanged a few words with Alfred, then slung the travel bag over his shoulder.

Just as he continued toward the Desert Eagle, Alfred suddenly moved.

With a flying lunge, his seemingly aged body shot forward an astonishing distance, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind Downton.

Before Downton could react, Alfred seized his arm, threw him to the ground, and pressed a knee into his lower back.

"It's dislocated, it's dislocated!"

Downton gave a wry smile and slapped the floor with his free hand.

"I surrender. You win. The boxing champion's belt is yours, Alfred!"

"Don't try to joke your way out of this. Wait obediently for the police, or tell me everything you know!

Who sent you? What was your target? Was it Bruce?"

"Damn it, I can't explain it. You wouldn't believe me unless you saw it with your own eyes."

"Still trying to be tough? Let's see how long you can keep it up. I hope I haven't forgotten the methods I learned back then!"

Alfred had great confidence in both his combat abilities and his interrogation skills.

In his eyes, the young man pinned beneath him showed no signs of training. Someone like that was not only no match for him, but could not possibly withstand the interrogation methods he had learned while serving in MI5.

Yet that only made Alfred more curious.

Why would an untrained young man be dressed in clothes covered with traces of a gunfight, carrying a huge bag of money, somehow evade him, and sneak all the way into Bruce's bedroom?

He could not make sense of it!

As Alfred pondered, Downton struggled irritably a couple of times.

After confirming that he truly could not escape the butler hero's control, Downton regretfully glanced at the distant Desert Eagle.

Then he said to Alfred.

"Keep my gun here for now. I'll come back for it after I take care of what I need to do."

The instant he finished speaking, Alfred landed on the carpet in astonishment.

Where did he go?

Where had that whole living person gone?

He just vanished???

Still filled with disbelief, Alfred took a deep breath and picked up the Desert Eagle Downton had left behind.

"Downton?"

As he removed the Desert Eagle's magazine, he spoke softly.

"Is there an estate called Downton Abbey in Gotham?"

Meanwhile, at the Iceberg Lounge.

Watching Downton's corpse completely vanish once again after spontaneously combusting, Oswald narrowed his eyes in amazement.

What an enviable ability!

But envy was not important. What mattered was settling the lounge down first.

After two consecutive riots at the lounge, Falcone in Minus Forty-Four Degrees was probably already furious!

So he hurriedly shouted at the nearest subordinate.

"Bring me a microphone!"

This was near the stage, so there was no shortage of microphones.

A moment later, Oswald took the microphone and shouted at Sabatino's thugs.

"That bastard Downton has already disappeared. Do you still want to keep fighting? Don't forget, both Boss Sabatino and Boss Falcone are in the lounge!

Everyone, put your guns away. If you want to fight, use your fists.

You're Sabatino's men, right? If you can fight your way out of the lounge with your fists, I'll overlook everything you did today!

I know you're afraid I'll go back on my word, and even more afraid I'll settle scores with you later. But let me tell you, do you think I can remember your names and faces? Who the hell are you people!

The moment I stop talking, if anyone still dares to fire a gun, I guarantee every one of you will die!

Put down your guns and get out of the lounge however you can. As long as you make it out, live however the hell you want!

Begin!!!"

Oswald viciously smashed the microphone onto the floor. The sudden burst of shrill feedback made everyone clutch their ears in pain.

But once everyone's hearing recovered, the gunfire vanished in an instant.

Watching Sabatino's men flee frantically toward the exits in utter disarray, Oswald shook his head disdainfully.

Then he limped toward Minus Forty-Four Degrees at a brisk jog.

The mess before him was no trouble at all. Falcone's problem was the real mess!

Like that, he rushed into the private room dripping with sweat. Before he had even steadied himself, he began apologizing to Falcone.

"I'm sorry, Boss Falcone. I let down your trust and allowed the lounge to fall into chaos for a second time.

You would never believe it, but someone actually has the ability to come back from the dead. I never imagined such a thing!

He..."

"I already know!"

Falcone cut Oswald off.

"Oswald, today's circumstances were highly unusual. This was not your responsibility, and those people truly were not the kind ordinary people could stop.

I have no intention of blaming you. Go out and wait for that man who cannot die to return.

When he appears again, bring him here to see me. This is a matter between me and them, and only they and I are qualified to discuss it.

Go."

After speaking, Falcone waved his hand, signaling Oswald to return to the Iceberg Lounge.

Hearing that, Oswald looked blankly at Sabatino beside him.

He truly could not understand it. Downton was about to kill Sabatino, yet the boss still wanted to discuss things with him.

Wait, them?

There really were others behind Downton!

That was actually an organization influential enough that even Falcone had to sit down and discuss matters seriously with them.

That bastard Sabatino had provoked people like that. Even if he did not die, he would probably lose a layer of skin, haha.

Secretly delighted, Oswald left the room.

After Oswald left, Falcone picked up his wineglass and silently glanced at the others.

With just that one look, Commissioner Savage and Sabatino immediately stood up.

"Sabatino, where are those Ukrainian girls you promised? Aren't you taking me to see them?"

"Don't be in such a hurry, Commissioner. I'll take you to meet those two fine pieces right away!"

The two of them left the room with the women, leaving only Victor and Falcone behind.

Before she completely stepped out the door, Falcone's daughter cast a reluctant glance back into the room.

Ever since discovering that Wraith could make her father so wary.

She had desperately wanted to meet Wraith!

Who could hate her father more than she did?