Of Course, Call the Police

Once, the Falcone family had been a towering presence in Gotham City.

Back then, Gotham City's mayor and police commissioner had both been in collusion with Carmine Falcone, the man who controlled the Falcones.

Even the mayor and police commissioner had to obey Carmine Falcone's orders.

Carmine Falcone was known for his ruthlessness and expansionism, earning him the nickname "The Roman," while the Falcone family had once been called the "Roman Empire."

But all glory belonged to the past.

Just as Gotham's Four Great Families would all decline, the Falcone family was no longer what it had once been.

Although Carmine Falcone had retired, his daughter and son remained active.

Penguin Cobblepot and the Falcone family had countless grievances between them.

And they had continued to the present day.

The Falcone family's foolish son had lured Penguin's men into betraying him and humiliated him, leaving Penguin Cobblepot thoroughly annoyed.

But he quickly reined in his emotions. Only, the way he walked became even more penguin-like, swaying from side to side.

"This matter will not end here."

Leaning on his umbrella, Penguin Cobblepot walked to the center and stood directly in the pool of blood. Even when blood splashed onto his polished leather shoes, he did not care.

His feet pointed outward, making him look especially comical, but no one dared laugh.

"Tommy was a good boy. He was filial to his mother, and he was a good companion, sincere toward his friends."

"I believe he would have been a good husband and a good father too, but!"

Wearing a top hat and tailcoat, Penguin launched into an impassioned speech.

"The damned Falcone family ruined him, robbed him of his young life, and now they have cruelly murdered his mother as well!"

His vicious gaze swept over his underlings. Some looked panicked, some were still shaken, but even more were angry.

To prevent the group from becoming difficult to lead in the future, Penguin Cobblepot immediately roared, "We must make the Falcone family pay their blood debt in blood! I will absolutely strike back at them!"

"Yes, Boss!"

The underlings immediately shouted.

Then Penguin raised an arm and called out, "For Tommy!"

"For Tommy!"

"..."

Almost everyone shouted.

As though they were on the side of justice.

Not wanting to stand out, Li Ang raised his arm too.

Only then did Penguin Cobblepot nod. What a mafia family feared most was a lack of unity.

Once people's hearts scattered, collapse was not far off.

"Dismissed."

With a wave of Penguin's hand, the underlings dispersed.

Then Penguin looked around and said to Li Ang, "You are the Bar Manager. You will handle this matter next."

Li Ang felt somewhat helpless, but could only nod.

To avoid causing conflict, he asked, "Mr. Cobblepot, what should I do?"

Penguin Cobblepot said evenly, "Our Iceberg Lounge is a legitimate, law-abiding establishment. When faced with this kind of illegal criminal incident, naturally, we call the police."

"Although we maintain order in the Diamond District, when it is time for the police department to step in, we still need to let them do their job."

"Otherwise, what do we need them for?"

Before long, several police cars arrived outside the Iceberg Lounge.

Even then, the guests waiting in line outside had no idea what had happened.

They only knew that the club had yet to open for business today.

As the officers arrived, they immediately set up police tape outside the Iceberg Lounge.

A seasoned, handsome police officer got out of a car, flashed his badge, and asked the staff, "GCPD. Who called the police?"

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Penguin's suited underlings had already left. Only the staff and manager remained.

Just as he had said, the Iceberg Lounge was a legitimate establishment.

At least legally.

"Commissioner Gordon, I called the police."

Li Ang stepped out of the crowd. Just moments ago, he had still been responsible for comforting several timid waitresses.

"It was you."

James Gordon saw Li Ang and immediately asked, "How's Kara?"

"She's fine. Thank you, Commissioner Gordon."

Li Ang smiled.

Though they were not old acquaintances, they had met before.

Back then, Li Ang had been reported for "being a pedophile" and was nearly thrown in jail when he went to the Gotham Police Department. In the end, Kara had used her age to her advantage, crying and making a scene at the station until Commissioner Gordon noticed them.

After James Gordon learned what had happened, he helped register their information and even found Kara a school to attend.

What he did had deeply moved both Li Ang and Kara.

At that moment, James Gordon patted Li Ang on the shoulder. "I'm a father too. It was what I should have done."

Adorable Kara had reminded him of his own daughter, Barbara, which was why he had helped Li Ang and Kara.

Although Kara had lacked identification at the time and was undocumented...

For James Gordon, who had already become commissioner, it had been no big deal.

"You work at the Iceberg Lounge now?"

Hearing James Gordon's question, Li Ang replied, "Yes."

He did not say more, because something was off about James Gordon's expression.

Even before James Gordon became commissioner, he had already known Penguin.

So he knew exactly what Penguin was capable of, and he also knew that Penguin controlled a vast underground world.

Li Ang worked for Penguin, so he could not help but have reservations.

"What happened here?"

By then, the officers had entered the room, and Commissioner Gordon immediately asked.

"We don't know either. We only found it when we came in for work."

Li Ang spoke up.

Naturally, James Gordon did not believe him. "You've already disturbed the scene. There are shoe prints in the bloodstains."

"Maybe they'd never seen anything like this before. At first, they wanted to wipe away the bloodstains, but I stopped them. And no one touched the body."

Li Ang could hardly say that Penguin had given a speech just moments ago, could he?

James Gordon let out a humph.

Before long, the Gotham Police Department officers identified the victim.

"We have the victim's identity. Maria Saxon, fifty-eight years old. She has a son, Tom Saxon, but we haven't been able to contact him..."

After hearing this, James Gordon already had a good idea of what had happened. He asked directly, "Where's Tom?"

Li Ang answered with something unrelated. "Tommy was a good kid..."

He repeated Penguin's words verbatim.

Of course, only the first two sentences.

This was undoubtedly telling James Gordon that Tommy had once worked for Penguin.

James Gordon snorted coldly, his disgust unmistakable. "A good kid? He'd be lucky if he wasn't scum."

"But he did what scum does and dragged his mother down with him."

"Come to the station with us and give a statement."

The officers photographed the scene and took the body away, while all the Iceberg Lounge employees were questioned.

Only Li Ang was the one who had called the police, so naturally, he had to go give a statement.