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Chapter 386: Come back and hire me, Lao Deng!

Italy, Sicily.

A place where the mere mention of the name reminds people of The Godfather.

Carmine Falcone lay tiredly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

When he was still the king of Gotham, even if he had cancer, cancer could not easily defeat his belief in being the king of Gotham.

But now, he has lost his identity as the King of Gotham and is forced to leave Gotham.

In less than a month, Carmine began to weaken rapidly.

Because he had completely lost his spirit.

Not only did they fail to obtain Downton's genes, but the family's research on cancer also produced no interim results.

The most important thing is, after leaving that damn city of Gotham and changing his environment, Carmine felt like a fish out of water even in his dreams.

Struggling!

It is clear that the Falconet family has great influence in Sicily.

Obviously the family's losses were not that great, and the wealth was transferred quite smoothly.

But he felt like he had lost everything!
Hey……

Carmine let out a melancholy breath, but at the same time as he breathed heavily, his son suddenly walked into his room.

Seeing that Alberto was in high spirits but still couldn't hide his worry, Carmine quickly adjusted his breathing and forced some spirit on his face.

"Alberto, my son."

Looking at his son approaching the bed, Falcone smiled majestically and said.

"I am not the emperor of the East, and my children do not need to see me every morning.

Most importantly, I don't want to hear you suggest returning to Gotham again!"

Carmine's tone was a little more severe. Recently, Alberto's desire to return to Gotham has been particularly strong.

In the past, when Carmine himself had not left Gotham, Alberto had little interest in Gotham.

But after his hasty escape from Gotham, Alberto developed a strong competitive spirit and ambition towards the city of Gotham.

This is definitely not a good thing. The Gotham of today is no longer the Gotham of the past.

Compared to the chaotic city in the past, Gotham now looks more like a kingdom of God.

The kingdom of the evil god Donton!
Even Wayne, the real master of Gotham, bows down to Downton's rule.

Even Luther, the rising upstart in the metropolis, has joined Downton's team.

Not only does Downton possess godlike power, he also has the determination and ruthlessness of a true god. In one fell swoop, he cleansed out the ancient organization, the Court of Owls, and cleaned up the superstructure of Gotham!

At this time, don't say that you are just the patriarch of a gangster family.

Even if he was the President of the United States, he would only want to kneel down and talk to Downton. How could he allow Alberto to return to that city with such ambition?

I have already lost a daughter in Gotham, and I don’t want to lose another son in that damn place!

Thinking of this, Carmine looked at Alberto with even more fierce eyes.

Facing Carmine's cold gaze, Alberto's heartstrings trembled and his breathing quickened.

But even so, he took a deep breath and tried to remain calm as he spoke to Carmine.

“Father, I don’t understand why you’re stopping me from going back there.

You know full well that we are no longer the rulers of Gotham, and my purpose in going there is not to compete with such an invincible great being as the Revenant.

However, Gotham has lost 90% of its upper class people, and Gotham’s current economic structure completely presents a deformed structure with the top layer missing!

As long as we are willing to go back there at this time, we can easily get some things that we had almost no chance of getting in the past.

Whether it is the people's livelihood field that was once blocked by Gotham's upper class, or the various enterprises under the sunshine of Gotham that we were unable to interfere with in the past.

As long as we go back, we can get those immediately, and such huge benefits are worth our risk..."

"Shut up, Alberto!"

Carmine suddenly interrupted Alberto, and an extremely fierce look appeared on his face.

The change in his expression was related to the three scars on his face, and the pain from the scars made his expression even more ferocious.

Carmine did not treat his son with the same tenderness that he treated his daughter.

Feeling the strong murderous aura coming from his father, Alberto's body froze, and he forgot what he had planned to say.

At the same time, Carmine, after coughing twice uncontrollably, spoke to Alberto as dignified as possible.

"You have to understand, Alberto, we just escaped Gotham!

Remember, it’s escape, and escape often comes at a price!

Your sister gave her life there, and I almost lost my life there as well. Even the scars on my face haven’t healed yet!

It's a dangerous place over there. The more so-called blue ocean industries there are waiting for competition, the more chaotic and intense the competition will be!
Because everything you want to fight for, if it is not worth many big people competing for it, then it is not worth your fighting for!

And we, haha, we are no longer the big shots in Gotham!"

"so what?"

After listening to his father's warning, Alberto took a deep breath and then mustered up the courage to speak to Carmine.

"Father, we are indeed not big shots in Gotham anymore, but do we have to lose our pioneering and enterprising spirit?

In a blue ocean like Gotham that has completely lost its superstructure, it is worth a try even if you have to start from scratch. What's more, our family still has a considerable number of old teammates and old friends in Gotham who can support each other!
I am willing to fight for the future of my family, even at the cost of my life, but I am only worried that I will not have that opportunity!
Father, I have already put life and death aside, but you are still unwilling to give me a chance! "

At this point, Alberto simply sat on the edge of the bed and raised his hand to grab Carmine's hand.

Feeling his father's hand which was not as strong as before, Alberto's heart trembled and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Lying on the hospital bed, looking at the gleam in his son's eyes, Carmine sneered in his heart, but also felt a little lonely.

My son, you can't even cultivate your energy in front of your own biological father, yet you dare to boast so shamelessly that you started from scratch?

But when your father was your age and had really started from scratch, even when faced with a powerful enemy who killed several of my family members, I could still serve him without batting an eyelid!

Do you know what it means to truly start from scratch?

Thinking of this, Carmine tightened his grip slightly and held Alberto's hand.

But just when he was about to say something, the door of the ward opened again and Carmine's paralegal walked in.

"boss."

The intellectual female lawyer adjusted her glasses and came to Carmine and Alberto with her cell phone.

After giving Alberto a calm glance, she handed the phone to Carmine and whispered.

"It's a call from Gotham, and the number is one of the numbers used by Victor Zsasz."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Carmine's muscles tensed up, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Somehow, even though Carmine was still lying on the hospital bed, Alberto felt that his father was alive again at this moment!

In other words, just hearing the news from Gotham, his father regained a considerable amount of energy! Carmine grabbed the phone, and he squeezed Alberto's hand with more force, and Alberto's hand was numb!
While Alberto quickly pulled out his right hand, Carmine held the phone and spoke to the lawyer and Alberto.

"Let's all go out."

"Okay, Father."

"Yes, boss."

Alberto and the lawyer left one after another, and after they left the ward, they couldn't help but exchange glances.

After a brief eye contact, a blush appeared behind the lawyer's ears, and Alberto showed a meaningful smile.

At the same time, in the ward.

After the door closed, Carmine answered the phone and took a deep breath.

After exhaling the foul breath, he spoke into the phone in a natural and gentle voice.

"Victor, I'm glad to receive your call. Your call has given me a lot of strength while I am on my sickbed."

“Haha, Carmine Laoden, even though Victor is right next to me, I’m not Victor!
So... Lao Deng, guess who I am?"

"Uh……"

Hearing the frivolous voice coming from the phone, Carmine swallowed involuntarily and responded with a wry smile.

"Well, Mr. Revenant, I didn't expect it was you who called me.

So, is there anything I can do to help you?
If so, please feel free to tell me what I can do for you before I am defeated by cancer.

If I die, it will be too late, Mr. Revenant."

At this point, Carmine couldn't help but laugh.

Even though Downton's power is much stronger than his, Carmine still regards Downton as his true successor in his heart!
On the one hand, Donton is his son-in-law. Even if Selina has a grudge against him, the blood connection is unbreakable.

On the other hand, Downton is the king of Gotham today, and he is the king of Gotham in the past!

Considering this point alone, even if Downton did not have godlike powers, Falcone's impression of Downton would be better than those of his ambitious foolish sons and stupid daughters.

Even if Downton looked down on him like the sky looking down on an ant, it did not stop him from considering Downton as his confidant in his heart!

On the other side of the phone, hearing Carmine's particularly energetic words, Donton grinned and then took a step forward.

One step later, the fire flickered, and Donton, holding a mobile phone, immediately appeared in front of Carmine's bed.

Looking at the sudden appearance of Downton in astonishment, Carmine couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and then spoke into the phone with a helpless look on his face.

"So... why did you call me?"

"I called you just to remind you of me, Lao Deng. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'd forget me, haha!"

Donton hung up the phone while laughing, and as he put the phone into his pocket, the door of the ward behind him was pushed open.

"Damn it, who are you!"

Alberto came back and pulled out a gun and pointed it at Donton, but before Carmine could say anything to stop him, Donton turned around and cursed at him.

"roll!"

"okay……"

The moment Alberto saw Donton clearly, his hands trembled and the pistol almost fell to the ground.

He hurriedly took two steps back and forcibly pushed out the bodyguards and legal assistants who followed him.

"Everyone, follow me out. Don't go into the ward. That guest is a ghost, the ghost of Gotham!"

"Ghost?!!"

"what!"

"mom!"

"Oh, God!"

"What the hell!"

Noisy sounds of fear rose and fell. After all, this was the Falcone family. Even if their family members left Gotham, they would not miss any news from Gotham.

Especially after hearing that the ghosts of the dead were coming, they were almost scared to death!

After all, the Revenant cleaned out all the upper class people in Gotham, and although the Falcone family left, they are still considered upper class people in Gotham!
Could it be that the dead souls are here to clean them up as well???

Amidst the fearful discussions of countless bodyguards and family members, Downton came to the bedside and sat down.

"Hiss!!!"

Falconet quickly pulled back his right hand, and Donton almost broke it by sitting on it.

While he was still in shock, he saw Donton patting his chest and smiling.

“Tsk tsk, Lao Deng, your health is not very good.

I remember that you were in the middle stage of lung cancer before. How come you were in the late stage in less than a month? Your condition deteriorated too quickly. Are you trying to ascend to heaven by relying on cancer cells?
Stop it, Lao Deng. You can't treat cancer cells as a poison. There is no future in raising them.

"Uh……"

Listening to Donton's teasing, Falcone took a depressed breath.

"Don..."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed Donton's wrist.

"Don't make fun of me, an old man who is about to meet Satan. What on earth do you want from me?
I know of your past exploits. You're the first person I know of to have completely cleared the Court of Owls.

So, are you here to kill me and silence me?
Because you suspect I'm one of them?
Or am I, a former upper-class Gothamite, still in your Death Note even after leaving Gotham?"

"How can that be possible, old friend? I, Old Tang, have never been fond of fighting, but I am good at resolving conflicts.

How could I travel halfway across the world to kill you? On the contrary, I came to give you good news!"

While snickering, Donton grabbed Carmine Oldman's hand.

After shaking his hand up and down twice, Donton continued to speak to Falcone in an exaggerated manner.

"Congratulations, Falconet, I and my organization have decided to re-employ you!
You know, old friend, after I killed all the upper echelons of Gotham, Gotham is really short of talent now.

Especially for outstanding villain talents like us two!
The Court of Owls covers almost 90% of the super villain teams in Gotham City in the early days, so after they died, I really couldn't find anyone suitable to manage the current Ghost Party and Gotham's night!"

Having said that, Donton patted Falconet's shoulder with a smile, and raised his hand to stroke his eyelids, making Old Deng's shocked eyes look less shocked.

And Falcone, he took a deep breath in thought, then asked.

"Is it because Ozwald is focusing on the mayoral election?"

"Yeah, old man."

"But since the talents in the night choose to jump out to the sunlight to serve as mayor, have you ever thought about selecting talents from the sunlight to give back to Gotham's night?"

“I have thought about it. For example, I really admire a young man who just became a prosecutor in New Mexico.

But when I thought about it carefully, letting the white people manage the underworld in Gotham, wouldn’t that be too weird?

In short, Carmine, now that I'm here, you have to come out no matter what. I won't do that by visiting you three times!
So, stop talking and just give me your job back, Lao Deng!"

(End of this chapter)