Of Course, Call the Police

Once upon a time, the Falcone Family had been a mountain looming over Gotham City.

Back then, Gotham City's mayor and police commissioner had both colluded 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 ruthless expansionism, earning him the nickname "the Roman," while the Falcone Family had once been called the "Roman Empire."

But no matter how glorious it had been, it was all in the past.

Just as Gotham's four great families would all decline, the Falcone Family was no longer what it used to be.

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

Penguin Cobblepot had countless grudges against the Falcone Family.

And those grudges had continued to this day.

The Falcone family's idiot son had lured one of his men into betrayal and slapped him in the face, leaving Penguin furious.

But he quickly brought his emotions under control. Only his walk became even more penguin-like, with a waddling sway.

"This won't end here."

Penguin Cobblepot used his umbrella for support as he made his way to the center, stepping directly into the pool of blood. He did not care even as blood splashed onto his polished leather shoes.

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

"Tommy was a good boy. He was devoted to his mother, and he was a good partner who treated his friends sincerely."

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

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

"That damned Falcone Family ruined him, took his young life from him, and now cruelly murdered his mother as well!"

His vicious gaze swept across his underlings. Some looked panicked, some still shaken, but more of them were angry.

To prevent his crew from becoming difficult to lead in the future, Penguin Cobblepot immediately roared, "We must make the Falcone Family pay blood for blood! I will absolutely strike back at them!"

"Yes, Boss!"

The underlings immediately shouted.

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

"For Tommy!"

"..."

Nearly everyone shouted.

As though they were the righteous side.

To fit in, 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 away.

"Dismissed."

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

Afterward, Penguin looked around and said to Li Ang, "You're the bar manager. You'll handle this matter from here."

Li Ang felt somewhat helpless, but he could only nod.

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

Penguin Cobblepot said blandly, "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's the police department's turn, we should still let them handle it."

"Otherwise, what are they even for?"

Not long after, several police cars arrived outside the Iceberg Lounge.

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

They only knew that the club had still not opened for business today.

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

A seasoned, handsome police commissioner stepped out of a car, flashed his badge, and asked a waiter, "GCPD. Who called the police?"

Penguin's suited underlings had already left. Only the waiters and managers 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 from the crowd. Just moments ago, he had been responsible for comforting several timid maids.

"You."

The moment James Gordon saw Li Ang, he asked, "How is Kara?"

"She's doing well. Thank you, Commissioner Gordon."

Li Ang smiled.

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

Back then, Li Ang had been reported for "refining copper" and had nearly ended up in jail after being taken 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 them register their information and even found Kara a school to attend.

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

At that moment, James Gordon patted Li Ang on the shoulder and said, "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 had been undocumented...

For James Gordon, who had already become commissioner, it had been a small matter.

"You work at the Iceberg Lounge now?"

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

He did not say more, because James Gordon's expression had changed.

James Gordon had known Penguin before he became commissioner.

Therefore, he knew exactly what Penguin had done, and he knew Penguin controlled a vast underworld.

Li Ang working for Penguin gave him no choice but to have doubts.

"What happened here?"

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

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

Li Ang said.

James Gordon naturally did not believe him. "You've all contaminated the scene. There are shoe prints in the blood."

"Maybe they had never seen anything like this before. At first, they wanted to wipe away the blood, but I stopped them, and no one touched the body."

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

James Gordon snorted at that.

Very soon, the Gotham Police Department officers identified the victim.

"The victim's identity has been confirmed. Maria Saxon, fifty-eight years old. She had a son, Tom Saxon, but we can't reach him..."

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

Li Ang answered with a question of his own, "Tommy was a good boy..."

He repeated Penguin's words verbatim.

Of course, only the first two sentences.

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

Therefore, James Gordon snorted coldly and said with utter disgust, "A good boy? 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 police station with us and give a statement."

The officers photographed the scene and took away the body, 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.