DC Tyrant

Carmine Hotel, seventh floor.

The Victorian-style hall is full of colors and clearly divided, luxurious and atmospheric without losing the atmosphere of artistic beauty.

On the dining table, there are top-quality caviar from CAVIAR HOUSE \u0026 PRUNIER in the UK, black truffles from Italy, top-quality foie gras from France, and world-class steaks from the Polmard family. An ordinary-sized steak alone is worth $3,600. It is worth more than RMB 20,000. In addition, there are all kinds of top seafood lobster, cheese pasta and so on.

This meal can be described as extremely extravagant, with a meal costing more than 50,000 US dollars. In this era, although there are not many people who can enjoy such a meal, they will not be so extravagant.

The aroma and taste of the food spread, making people salivate and mouth water.

Batty and Carmine are sitting at the dining table, they are not far away, just a few steps away.

There is a butler behind him with a white napkin in his hand and a wine bottle ready to serve at any time.

The fly in the ointment was that Mike, a strong man from Russia, knelt aside with an aggrieved expression on his face. Spoiled this elegant banquet venue.

"Cheers!"

Bady slightly raised his glass to clink with Carmine, and there was a clear sound of the glass.

"For friendship." Carmine smiled, raising his cup high.

Badi smiled and drank the brandy in the goblet in one gulp.

It was the first time he had met the head of the Falcone family, the godfather of most of the underworld in Gotham. On the surface, it made people feel not bad, courageous, ambitious, and capable.

Just knowing his own strength, not being afraid of crushing him to death, and daring to invite him to dinner, this made Ba Di feel good about him.

Ba Di took a sip of sake foie gras, and the elegant aroma continued, leaving a fragrance on his teeth and cheeks. He nodded slightly, very satisfied, food always makes people happy.

The two chatted a lot, nothing more than various temptations about Bati's past, which Bati briefly described.

After eating a round of food, Ba Di held a knife and fork in both hands and leaned his arms lightly on the table, looking very relaxed, with a straight lumbar spine, calm and generous, not at all ashamed of his table manners.

Carmine rolled his eyes away, watching Baddy's words and deeds.

There is a bit of doubt in my heart.

Bati's self-confidence, calmness, elegance and ease surprised him. How could this be an unconventional noble son?

But Bati has a kind of aura, which covers everything majesticly, with a light smile and gestures, he controls the audience, making people feel that he is always a head lower than him.

This kind of feeling made Carmine feel uncomfortable physically and mentally, and felt that his aura was overwhelmed. The calm atmosphere that belonged to Bati alone here made him fearful.

The moment he saw Bati, he knew that it was impossible to recruit Bati as a subordinate, and he might even be an enemy.

"Carmine, let me deal with some things first, and I have some things to talk to you about." Bady said.

Carmine made a gesture of invitation, and at the same time dismissed his butler.

"Mike."

Badi gently wiped the sauce marks on the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and was cutting the steak with a knife and fork again, his movements were quick, silent, elegant and calm.

Mike knelt on the ground, trembling, and said with trembling teeth: "I am here."

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

"Know."

"Tell me."

"I shouldn't have let those seven scumbags take the money. It's the boss's money. I should just destroy them."

"The consciousness is very high. Since you are wrong, you should be punished."

"Yes, I understand! Boss! I'm going to strip naked and run a hundred laps naked on the streets of Gotham right now."

Mike shook his body and said with a firm expression.

Space seems to have paused for a moment, unable to reflect what Mike's determination to punish was.

Why run a hundred laps naked on the streets of Gotham?

'chirp...'

A sound of metal being twisted.

The sterling silver knife and fork in Bati's hand was pressed down by his fingers, and it bent strangely.

He looked at Mike indifferently, which made Mike shudder.

Carmine's eyebrows twitched twice.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet for a while, and there was a pressure pressing the entire space.

The pressure brought by Barty made Mike feel a little uneasy, his hairs stood on end, and Carmine's breathing slowed down a little.

After a while of silence.

Badi smiled and apologized to Carmine. Carmine said it was okay, and asked the housekeeper to bring in a set of tableware again. He secretly squeezed the handle of the slightly wet sterling silver knife and fork tightly.

"Mike, you're a smart guy, that's why I'm keeping you."

"If you want to live, you can."

"How much money is there for the rest? Three hundred thousand dollars, then within three days, pay me ten times the money, and you will live."

Barty said indifferently that he didn't care about Mike's life at all.

But Mike is a mean, shameless and unscrupulous guy. This kind of guy can do a lot of things, so Barty wants to keep him and deal with some jobs that even he feels his hands are dirty.

Mike is also worthy of what Barty expected, this strong man has no integrity.

He was so frightened that his face changed drastically, and tears flowed from his eyes. He was even more famous than the best actor.

"Boss, don't... It's only a million dollars for a trip to Thailand, and I can't get three million dollars in Gotham in three days!" Mike burst into tears, tears streaming down without money.

Even Carmine, a mobster, felt that Mike was too dramatic, you shouldn't be in the mercenary world, Hollywood is where you can play.

"I don't care. Mike, your heart and pulse don't respond at all. I don't care what you want from me. I only care about what you can do, and I will reward you with what you want."

"Now, put away your tears and go out."

Barty smiled and said to Mike.

This smile is no less than the devil's smile. Talking and laughing decides his life and death, ignoring his life and death.

Mike felt a chill in his heart.

The atmosphere in the air sank subtly, making Mike feel breathless.

From the very beginning, Ba Di knew that he had been acting.

Mike gritted his teeth, put away his tears decisively, stood up, and said, "I'm going to rob the bank now, boss, if I die, please bury me under Brokeback Mountain in Wyoming."

"roll!"

…………

After Mike left here, after some silence, the normal rhythm of conversation was restored here.

"I'm sorry, Carmine, for messing up the atmosphere." Barty put down his knife and fork and said. After Mike's interruption, Barty's next atmosphere and thoughts felt a little bit painful.

Carmine expressed his understanding: "Mike's unreliability has long been heard, but his ability is not bad. I'm here to wish you $3 million."

"Money is not the most important thing, Carmine. In three days, I will go to Metropolis. In the near future, I hope to give you Gotham to guard."

Bati said that there is a dominance in the plainness of the words, which cannot be doubted.

Carmine's movement to drink brandy paused.

These words... are too arrogant!