This Fucking Guy Was Really Infuriating

Facing Downton's gun, Zsasz could not help rolling his eyes.

"Didn't you say you'd let me live long enough to see Falcone grow old? Why do I have to make a choice so soon?"

"Heh, you've lived this long already. Haven't you seen it clearly enough?

Falcone's nearly seventy, isn't he? He's an old ghost, Zsasz!"

Downton pressed the gun harder against Zsasz, making him grunt.

"Don't push so hard!"

Zsasz raised a hand and grabbed the submachine gun's body, then continued speaking to Downton.

"Come to think of it, those empty shots you fired just now... you actually used up the bullets before you died, didn't you?

All that stuff about thinking highly of me... what can I say? I do admire how quickly you come up with excuses.

As for the choice you want me to make, as long as Falcone remains in Gotham, I will always belong to the Falcone Family.

Do you understand what I'm saying, Downton?"

As he said that, Zsasz gave Downton a vicious grin.

Hearing that, Downton nodded in satisfaction and pulled back his gun.

"As long as Falcone remains in Gotham, you'll remain his man?

No problem. Once I drive Falcone out of Gotham for good, you can follow me.

First, I need to deal with the Dimitrov Family. After that, I'll have some fun with Falcone.

Gotham is a young city. It doesn't belong to any old relics. Falcone will understand that.

Even without me in this city, there would be other strange young people to make Falcone realize it.

Look at the mighty sea—new waves always topple the old ones. There's no longer any ship on these waters for Falcone to sail.

Because I came, the times have changed, Zsasz!"

Downton lounged against the backseat and casually crossed one leg over the other.

Looking at Downton's clothes, riddled with holes, Zsasz bared his teeth in a grin.

"Yeah, Downton, the times have changed. Even a chaotic freak like you has crawled out of the woodwork.

You can't even die. That's really interesting. If I get the chance, can you let me try it?"

"What the fuck do you want to try?"

Downton sneered and turned the gun toward Zsasz's crotch.

Seeing Downton's movement, Zsasz quickly waved his hands.

"Don't joke like that. What I mean is, let me kill you with my own hands once!

I don't want to cause trouble for the Falcone Family, especially trouble like you. But I want so badly to kill you myself that I have to discuss it with you in advance.

How about giving me a chance? Let me kill you once, my way, at a time and place of my choosing!"

"Sure."

Faced with Zsasz's request, Downton laughed carelessly.

"Like I said, true gold fears no fire. If you want to kill me, then come at me.

But if I'm letting you kill me for fun and scratch that itch of yours, you have to agree to one condition too.

In a moment, help me keep Yuri Dimitrov himself under guard. While I'm busy reviving over and over, don't let that guy get away!

I want to deal with him personally!"

"No problem!"

Zsasz nodded decisively and high-fived Downton.

Afterward, Zsasz looked at Downton's hand, which had not a single callus, then gently shook his head.

"Downton."

Zsasz suddenly said.

"Your ability is incredible—the kind of incredible that exceeds everyone's imagination. But your own skills... heh, you're like some little brat riding a wild boar.

Everyone fears the boar, but really, one careless slip and you'll fall off and get trampled to death.

You were only dealing with a few gangsters, yet look at you—you actually died..."

He raised a hand and pointed at the countless tears in Downton's clothes.

"You died such a miserable death!"

As his words fell, Zsasz showed Downton a look of contempt.

"If I were you, I wouldn't waste your talent like this.

As long as you raised your combat skills to the peak of human ability, combined with your power to never die, you could become the most dangerous man in the world!

Tsk, tsk. What a waste, truly a waste.

I'd bet your fighting skills aren't even as good as Oswald's at the Iceberg Lounge!"

After saying that, the disdain on Zsasz's face became even more obvious.

In the face of Zsasz's mockery, Downton patted his shoulder.

"Zsasz, I can't even die. Do you know how miserable that feels?

All I can do is live freely in this world and enjoy life to the fullest.

I even have to live with style, or else endless life would become boring.

There isn't even anyone behind me trying to catch up, because even I can't think of a way to truly finish me off.

A life without any pressure is just too dull. Lucky bastards like you, who have to tread carefully just to stay alive, could never understand the envy in my eyes when I look at you!

I fucking envy you people so much, hahahaha!!!"

Downton laughed arrogantly, and several veins bulged on Zsasz's forehead at the sound.

After Downton finished laughing, he patted Zsasz's shoulder and continued mysteriously.

"Most importantly, I'm constantly getting stronger. Tomorrow's me won't be the same as today's me.

One day, I'll become a man even a nuclear bomb can't kill, because there's no limit to my growth.

You want me to study combat techniques?

Heh...

When one yawn from me can blow up the Earth, what use will I have for so-called combat techniques?"

After a brief pause, Downton amusedly glanced at Zsasz's contemplative face.

"What are you thinking? Are you wondering whether I'm telling the truth?

I have no desire to lie to you, and you're not worth joking with. One day, you'll see it for yourself.

When I meet someone stronger than me, I'll just wait a few days. If a few days aren't enough, I'll wait a few years. They have limits, but I don't!

Zsasz, training and cultivation can't let you lift a skyscraper, but all I need to do is keep enjoying life, and one day I'll be able to carry the Earth on my shoulders.

So tell me, why should I go out of my way to study and compete with you people over fighting skills? So I can live more exhaustingly?

Or so I can welcome your even greater envy, jealousy, and hatred?

Haha!"

Downton amusedly patted Zsasz's thigh. At the same time, the driver in the front seat turned around and said softly.

"Boss Victor, we're here!"

"Then get to work!"

Victor irritably shoved open the car door and spat heavily onto the ground.

Then he switched on his radio and roared into it.

"All of you, get your spirits up! Let that immortal bastard who gets stronger without training see what the group and training can do!

For everyone who dies today, I won't give you a damn death benefit. Even if Falcone insists on sending money to your families, I'll snatch that dead man's money and spend it between the asses of living bitches!

Fuck, this guy is really fucking infuriating!!!"

Still cursing, Victor Zsasz charged into the laundry first, gripping a gun in each hand.

On the street near the laundry, Bartel stared wide-eyed at the massive Falcone Family convoy in utter disbelief!

"Dow-Dow-Dow... Boss Downton, how did you end up hanging out with Victor Zsasz?

Boss, I only failed to pick you up. You're not going to abandon me, are you?

I only changed bosses half an hour ago!!!"