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"No!" John Vitti exclaimed in surprise, but just then, the curtains in the Gordon's house suddenly closed, blocking out the faint light from the streetlights and signboards, plunging the house into almost complete darkness.

"In the darkness, the 'Kamaitachi' is almost invincible... and there's a reason for that." Roland quietly entered the crowd, activating his domain to its fullest extent. Kamaitachi danced wildly in the air, capturing all sounds and handing them over to him.

Although Bajiquan is characterized by its fierceness and violence, it often requires precise measurements of the body to determine victory or defeat, so its accuracy is also remarkable. The training method also emphasizes the importance of precise control and execution.

Fingertips, back of the head, heart, liver, pubic bone, genitals, vagus nerve... Roland's every shot hit vital points precisely, instantly rendering the victim incapable of resistance, giving the Mob no chance to fire a single shot.

"Ugh..." John Vitti clutched his groin and writhed on the ground. He hadn't passed out, but that wasn't a good thing; he'd rather just faint.

Roland turned on the light and grabbed John Vitti by the collar. "Unauthorized entry into someone's home with a gun—that's trespassing and armed threat. It would be perfectly legal for me to kill you all."

"No, we just walked in and you knocked us down. How are you going to convince the jury that you needed to use deadly force in self-defense?" John Vitti was sweating profusely, but his mind was still clear.

"Hiss..." Roland was taken aback. "Judging from your appearance, I thought you were a tough guy, but I didn't expect you to be a member of a law-abiding society. Even in this situation, you still know how to use legal weapons to protect yourself."

"He's right, and he was just an accomplice. Killing him wouldn't make much difference, but it's important to solidify Carmine Falcone's conviction for hiring someone to commit murder." Gordon came downstairs, looking at John Vitti, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually fading. "I've already called for backup; now we just need to take him to the Police Department."

"Aren't you worried he'll be released? This has happened quite a few times, hasn't it?" Roland said with some concern.

"Those Mob who were arrested before were released almost immediately, mainly due to issues with evidence," Gordon explained. "As for this time, I'm a witness, so let's see how they manage to get rid of me."

A dinner party at the Falcone family's house.

Bruce raved about the sweet and savory butter rolls flown in from Italy, exclaiming, "Absolutely divine..."

"I'm glad you like it. It was specially flown in from Italy," Carmine Falcone said with a smile.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Bruce nodded, poured himself a glass of Champagne, and clinked glasses with Falcone.

"No need to be so polite, Bruce." Carmine Falcone looked quietly at Bruce's face. "Honestly, you really do look like your father, Dr. Thomas Wayne..."

Bruce felt a surge of emotion, but his expression remained unchanged.

Carmine Falcone continued, "It was back when the Falcone was just rising to power. My father, Vincent Falcone, was ordered by Don Verrienne, the head of the Italy Mafia, to go to Gotham and establish their own Gotham Mafia there."

"At this time, another family from Blüdhaven also established itself in Gotham: the Maroni Family, led by Luigi Maroni."

"Both of our families brought ample funds, allowing us to offer more irresistible terms than the five major local Mafia families. We gradually replaced them, squeezing them all into Gotham's East End."

"With both of our families rising to power simultaneously, war was inevitable. During one of our family wars, Luigi Maroni's bullet struck me."

Fearing an ambush by Luigi, my father dared not take me to the hospital. Instead, he took me to the Wayne Manor and begged the manor's owner—Dr. Thomas Wayne, Gotham's richest and most respected man—to treat me.

"... Thanks to Doctor Thomas's help, I survived."

"After Doctor Thomas cured me, my father felt indebted to him, but Doctor Thomas believed he was simply keeping the Hippocratic Oath. Even so, we still kept it in mind."

"Bruce, your father saved my life, and I should help you in return..."

Just as they were getting to the crucial point, a member of the Falcone ran over with a look of fear on his face.

"Sorry, I have something to attend to." Carmine stood up; he sensed something was wrong when he saw the henchman.

Since this underling was responsible for contacting John Vitti tonight, his appearance suggests one thing: John Vitti has failed.

An attempt to kidnap a sheriff's relative was not something Rob could easily cover up. Falcone felt a chill run down his spine. He pulled his underling aside to a quiet spot and whispered, "What happened?"

"It's... it's Batman. Uncle John and the others were ambushed by Batman and captured. They've been taken to the Gotham Police Department."

"What? Batman?" Falcone turned to Bruce, who was Champagne in the banquet hall. "Are you sure it's Batman?"

"Of course, Batman's design is so distinctive, you can recognize him at a glance." The underling nodded; he had all his ribs broken by Batman, which gave him severe PTSD.

The black cloak, the hoarse voice, the Dart by, the Midnight roar—all these things made him tremble.

So much so that he didn't even notice that this "Batman's " chin wasn't white.

"This is troublesome..." Falcone rubbed his temples; the worst had happened.

"Godfather, what should we do now?"

"Alright, go and call Mario over." Falcone was silent for a moment before finally making up his mind.

His second son was quickly summoned, Falcone whispered in his ear, "John Vitti's operation has failed."

"Huh? Is this guy really that incompetent?" Mario asked, looking confused.

"This is a critical time. We can't let him identify me. You understand what I mean?"

"I understand. I'll arrange for someone to shut him up forever." Mario nodded.

"Don't use anyone from the family, and don't let your Aunt Kara find out."

"Hmm, but the assassins outside don't seem very reliable."

"It's alright, I have an organization I frequently collaborate with," Falcone said. "Their contact information is in the second drawer of my desk. When you go, mention my name and you'll get a discount."