Donnie's expression darkened as he casually punched a robber to death.
The Falken Family had kidnapped Anderson. That was what one of Anderson's underlings told Donnie when he came looking for him. Anderson had indeed gone a little too far lately. Like a pauper who had become rich overnight, he flaunted his wealth wildly, forgetting that he himself came from humble origins and lacked the capacity and ability to match his position.
Anderson, a rat, had exactly that nouveau riche mentality. He had sufficient capital but severely lacked the mindset to go with it, and the deadliest part was that he had not noticed it himself. His increasingly arrogant behavior provoking Falcone was hardly surprising. It would have been surprising if the Falken Family had shown no reaction at all.
Without the nourishment of countless gallons of blood, a criminal syndicate like the Falken Family could never have grown.
"Mr. Donnie, my name is May. I'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Coulson asked me to contact you..." May approached directly, her face cold.
Donnie glanced at her, somewhat surprised, then casually pointed at a restaurant beside them. "Wait for me there. I need to go kill someone."
The restaurant's doors were tightly shut, though shadows could be seen moving behind the glass. May walked straight over, picked up a motorcycle nearby, and smashed the glass with it. Then she calmly went inside and found herself a seat.
Donnie moved with astonishing speed, snapping several more necks along the way before charging into a hotel.
It was a Falken Family hotel.
Donnie rushed in and kicked the front doors open with a thunderous blow. The sheer force sent the doors flying, crushing to death those inside who had failed to dodge in time.
"Damn it, don't you know this is Falken Family