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Chapter 107 You really dare to reply!

On the other hand, after leaving Wayne Group, Downton drove a beautiful little Lexus back to his Iceberg Club.

When passing by the sky track where Diana had been, Downton stopped the car and took a look.

Unfortunately, not only did we not see Diana’s skirt, but we couldn’t even see her figure.

But Downton was not in a hurry. After all, it was Diana who had set her sights on him, not him who had set his sights on Diana.

Although I don’t know how long it will take, but since Diana has appeared, she will come to me one day.

Thinking of this, Donton parked the car in front of the club.

After throwing the keys to the younger brother who wanted to park the car for him, Donton patted the younger brother on the shoulder and smiled.

“You’re in luck, buddy, this car’s for you!

But it’s best to change the license plate, otherwise, be careful that the original owner of the car will knock on your door in the middle of the night.”

After saying that, Donton shook off his younger brother and walked into the club.

Behind him, many thugs looked in amazement at the guy who had made a fortune out of nowhere.

"Oh my God, this car must be worth at least hundreds of thousands of dollars. I'll give it to you if I say so!"

"Hey man, this is a windfall. You have to pay for the drinks tonight!"

"I'll buy it if I want. Thanks to my ghost brother for giving me the car. I'll pay for all the food tonight... Damn it, I can't afford to buy food for so many people, so it's just our table. Let me pay the bill!"

The thugs came to the car laughing and started racing in front of the door in the blink of an eye.

No one loves Downton more than they do at this moment.

In the past, when they worked as Falcone's subordinates, their income was not too low, but it was still a little lower than that of urban white-collar workers.

They can earn more if they want, but they have to take risky jobs to do so.

Among the grassroots guys like them, how many can withstand such a life-threatening business? Not everyone has the aura of a protagonist.

Just like this little brother now, he has worked for the Falcone family for four years, and this is the first time he has encountered unexpected wealth!

Not to mention the smiling little brothers at the door and the even more envious thugs.

Downton staggered across the stage, following the cheers of the thugs to the minus forty-four degrees.

After returning to his office, Ozwald was sitting on the sofa and talking on the phone.

When he saw Donton, he quickly stood up and made a gesture of invitation to the boss chair, then sat back on the sofa.

Seeing that he was very busy, Donton did not disturb him, but lay back in the boss chair and took out a cigar.

After gracefully handling the cigar and lighting it, Donton puffed away while waiting for Ozwald to finish his call.

The call lasted for more than three minutes before Ozwald found time to come to Downton.

"Don!"

He looked a little helpless.

"Your plan to buy nuclear bombs was really too hasty, and you even agreed to pay in cash, which is really...really...anyway...

Well, I admit that I should be able to get it together if I try hard, but after this cash is paid out, it will be difficult to expand the business in the East End and Burnley Districts!"

Having said this, Ozwald spread out his hands and made an expression that even a concubine could not do.

“All the cash circulating in the Burnley area was taken away by Carmine. I have just taken over the East End, and it will take at least a week or two to sort out the finances there.

This is the conclusion I finally reached after I assembled an entire accounting team.

You know, after we lose two weeks of business, there are going to be a lot of assholes trying to take some of the sales we missed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Oswald took out a map from his arms and placed it in front of Donton.

Pointing to the marked location on the map, Ozwald continued to explain.

"The most important thing is that I actually have two nuclear bombs hidden in these two locations. Although their equivalent is smaller than what you want to buy, one is only 80,000 tons, and the other is only 120,000 tons.

But this is enough, at least much larger than Hiroshima and Nagasaki."

At this point, Ozwald took a melancholy breath.

“If I had known you were interested in nuclear bombs, I would have told you sooner.

But there is no other way now. Although we are not people who must be honest, there is no need to break the agreement, and we should continue to maintain it.

Besides that, I have something more important to tell you, which is... I just received at least twenty calls from big shots in Gotham.

More than 20 councillors, including Mayor Michel, all want to visit the Iceberg Club tonight to formally meet you."

"Oh?"

After hearing what Ozwald said, Donton finally showed an interested expression.

"You mean, those guys want to continue cooperating with us like they did during the Falcone era?"

"Obviously, Boss!"

Ozwald nodded decisively.

Facing Ozwald's expectant eyes, Donton just frowned.

"They are dreaming too much. Damn it, Falcone has spoiled them so much that he has no choice but to give them a piece of meat, maybe even the biggest one.

But why should I spoil them? "

After slamming the table hard, Donton gave an unpleasant order to Ozwald.

"The city hall members headed by Mitchell want to see me tonight, right? Then let Mitchell bring his wife along!
As for the other rubbish officials, I am too lazy to waste time with them. Having Mitchell represent them in the communication is the greatest honor I can give them!"

Having said that, Donton waved his hand impatiently at Oswald.

Seeing Donton's nonchalant look, Ozwald smiled nervously and nodded.

"Don, you are much better than Falcone in this respect. He is just old, so he doesn't dare to make too many troubles. Look at him, he is either afraid of the bureaucracy, the military-industrial complex, or the Court of Owls in the upper class.

Gotham has maintained its gangster system for more than 30 years, and we bastards have replaced ourselves and become the cornerstone of Gotham during these 30 years.

After 30 years of hard work, he is still afraid of this and that. Isn't our hard work in vain? "

Having said this, Ozwald said this lastly as he fell away.

"I'll go inform those brainless politicians and let them know how to greet you!"

At this point, Ozwald turned around and planned to leave the office completely.

Unexpectedly, just before he left, Donton suddenly called out to him.

"That's right, Ozwald!"

"I'm here, Boss. What's up?"

Ozwald turned his head in confusion, while Donton patted the desk.

"Don't you think my office is a bit empty? Help me get some electronic equipment."

"I understand!"

Ozwald nodded immediately.

"I will connect you to a batch of closed-circuit televisions that can be used to monitor the surveillance cameras in various districts of Gotham. By the way, I will also integrate Gotham's mobile network and build you an information system that can allow you to stay in the office and observe the entire city..."

"Wait, what the hell are you thinking, do you think I need to monitor this bird city?"

Donton couldn't help but interrupt Ozwald and continued to explain to him.

"I want you to get me a high-end computer that can play all kinds of games, and also buy a batch of game consoles with exclusive games.

Things like PS, Xbox, etc., please move them here so I can kill time!
Do you understand what I mean?"

"I……"

Facing Downton's expectations, Ozwald swallowed and nodded.

"No problem, I'll arrange it right away, and it'll be much cheaper than a big plan to monitor the entire city!"

Having said this, Ozwald left the arrangement directly.

In less than half an hour, Donton was immersed in the games as he wished.

It was not until about 8:30 in the evening that Victor pushed open the office door again and spoke to Donton.

"Don, Mayor Mitchell is here with Mrs. Julia. When do you plan to meet them?"

"When? Right now!"

Donton put down the controller and followed Victor out of the office.

As they strolled in the corridor at forty-four degrees below zero, Donton patted Victor's shoulder gently and said.

"Go find some capable guys later and have them be ready to get hard at any time. I'm fucking useful!

Oh, the point is to find a guy who's interested in men, you know what I mean?"

"Fake!"

Hearing what Donton said, Victor became excited instantly. After cursing loudly, he spoke to Donton excitedly.

“You’re the mayor of Gotham after all, I really like your bad temper!

Why didn't I meet you earlier? You're just my type, Tang!"

After saying that, Victor nodded heavily.

Afterwards, he brought Downton to the door of the private room, and then he went to arrange the men Downton needed.

At the same time, Donton pushed open the door of the private room and looked at the mayor and his wife, who looked a little nervous but had a decent demeanor.

From a distance, Downton opened his arms to them.

"Old fellow, we just met the night before last.

If I remember correctly, you know Hainuo's father, right?

Welcome, Mayor Mitchell, welcome to the Iceberg Club of the Dead!"

At this point, Downton and Mitchell hugged each other warmly.

After letting go of Mayor Mitchell, Downton continued to lean forward and hugged the mayor's wife, whose body was completely stiff, and patted her butt hard.

Snapped!
The loud noise made Downton laugh with satisfaction, while Mitchell was stunned for a moment and then followed Downton in smiling bitterly.

Looking at Mitchell's smile, Downton asked Mitchell while letting go of the mayor's wife.

"Mitchell, you said that I have already kicked Carmine out of Gotham, so should I also change the name of the Iceberg Club?

After all, everyone in Gotham knows that the Iceberg Club is Falcone's lair. Will this have any adverse effect on the spread of my reputation? "

After he finished speaking, Downton looked at Mitchell with interest.

Facing Downton's gaze, Mitchell's eyes lit up, and the topic finally came to an area he was familiar with.

So he simply nodded and then spoke to Donton.

"Tang, your idea is very correct.

Only by changing the name of the club that symbolizes Falcone can you prove that you are the eternal god of Gotham..."

Snapped! ! !
Before Mitchell could finish his words, Downton suddenly slapped him in the face.

"I just said it casually, and you actually dared to reply, where did you get the courage from?
The eternal god of Gotham? What a joke! I am still the eternal god of the Chinese music scene!"

(End of this chapter)