"Sir, this joke isn't funny!"
Carmine set down his pure silver knife and fork. Without changing expression, he gently dabbed the corner of his mouth with a napkin, displaying good manners and hidden anger.
Ba Di's words were arrogant enough to stir his wrath. He wanted the mafia godfather who ruled most of Gotham to become his subordinate? It was simply outrageous.
Who was he? Carmine Falcone.
In no more than half a year, he had both the confidence and the plan to fracture, suppress, kill, and destroy the alliance that had formed to compete with him for control of Gotham's underworld.
He was practically guaranteed to take the throne as Gotham's ruling mafia godfather.
Though the Falcone family might not compare to Gotham's four founding great families—the Wayne Family, Elliot Family, Kane Family, and Cobblepot Family—whose businesses spread throughout the city and controlled every field.
The Falcone family, rulers of Gotham's underworld, might sound somewhat lower-class and too crude to enter high society compared with them.
But everyone had to give them some face. After some time to settle, they might even become Gotham's fifth great family, standing eternal in Gotham.
Now, a young man not even twenty years old was boasting in front of him, saying he wanted to take him in as a subordinate and hand Gotham over for him to manage? Carmine felt insulted. He was deeply calculating, so his face remained impassive. A surge of anger rose in him, but it quickly passed.
His anger came quickly and went just as quickly, vanishing without a trace.
Carmine even laughed at himself. Since when had he become so easily angered by someone else's words?
And he had actually gotten angry over the words of an arrogant fool. It was truly laughable.
Ba Di could only be