The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 24 Theory
The social part after the speech is always boring, people with real or fake smiles are drinking together, and then the drinks dangling in the glasses are to spy on each other's bottom line, so as to divide the interests and make allies.

As it should be, Bruce Wayne once again became the focus of the social circle. Richard, together with the other leaders, watched with a sneer as he chatted happily with Mr. Lincoln March.

Genichi Tian from the Yamaguchi-gumi said softly, "Guess what those two 'Gotham Lights of Tomorrow' are talking about?"

The inch-headed Russian gangster sneered, and said, "What else can there be? The old-school plutocrats and the emerging political elites are in perfect harmony, and they are discussing how to clean up the old interests of Gotham City, so that those who stay in their homeland refuse to surrender. The soil turtle rolls the bedding and gets out."

"And we're those damned ground turtles, aren't we?" Richard put down the king crab's giant claws indifferently, snapped his fingers and asked the waiter to bring the water basin for washing hands, "Gangsters are Gotham city life." No matter what those plutocratic bureaucrats at the top think, we are builders, casinos, whore streets, powder stalls, bars, nightclubs, banks, and even airlines, film production, construction, clothing, car manufacturing,
Where there are people, there will be violence, and the existence of violence has given birth to us gangsters. "

Richard took off the ring engraved with the family crest free and easy, dipped his hands in the water basin to wash, his bloated knuckles became more hypertrophic under the water surface.

"It's not so much that we are vampires and parasites that live on the body of the city, but rather that we help shape the city."

Richard carefully scrubbed the dirt between his fingers, frowned and said: "My little grandson is a science fan, and he is immersed in science pictorials such as Copernicus and Newton all day long. He told me that the human body There are at least 500 kinds of bacteria in the gut, and they don’t just cause you diarrhea, skin infections, pneumonia, or vomiting—in many cases, they are beneficial to the human body, helping you digest food and blocking diseases. This is a symbiosis relation."

Tian Gangyuan responded absent-mindedly: "Like a gangster?"

"That's right, Gotham provides us with a warm and comfortable environment where we can grow wildly, and we dredge the pipeline for Gotham to relieve our worries. Just imagine, if there were no nameless corpses that sank under the water in Gotham's port, this city How chaotic and disorderly it will become." Richard took out his hands from the basin, took the towel handed by the waiter, and said while wiping: "We are the mainstay, standing on the golden beam, it seems What is superfluous is what is indispensable.”

The burly black gang leaders all said sarcastically: "Richard, you should really tell that Lincoln March, gangsters are the backbone of Gotham! What a novel theory! I will tell you later Mother, in bed, of course."

The rest let out a burst of light laughter.

Richard glanced at him indifferently, threw the towel to the waiter, and immediately grabbed the black man's golden tie and roughly pulled it down on the table.

Boom!
The sharp table knife scraped against the black man's face, and slammed into the wooden table, the stainless steel handle was still vibrating.

"Bob, Bob, Bob." Richard shook his head and repeated the name of the black leader, pressing his big hand firmly on the other's forehead, and his bloated body suddenly burst out with the murderous aura of a superior, "My great-grandfather, An Italian leather merchant who came to Gotham on a stowaway boat took advantage of the Prohibition in the 20s to occupy the pier and made his first fortune by smuggling alcohol. Where was your nigger great-grandfather? Somewhere in the middle plains shoveling cow dung on a farm? Or as a doorman opening and closing elevators at a hotel?”

Richard's sharp gaze caused the other gangsters to look away, and looked down at the beige tablecloth on the dining table.

"My family has been here for nearly 100 years and has witnessed the most glorious moments of the gangsters! The head of the judiciary needs to kiss my grandfather's ring, the Irish Revolutionary Army needs to kneel down and beg to be taken in, and even the appointment of the bishop of Gotham issued by the Vatican, All require the consent of my family.

But now, the change of mayor in a district makes you tremble and panic, and I am ashamed to be with you. "

Richard pressed his bloated palm on the handle of the table knife and shook it back and forth. The sharp blade squeezed the black man's lips, and cut light lines of blood.

"But who made us good friends in the trenches?" Richard bowed his fat body and whispered next to the black man's ear: "Bob, we are friends, right?"

"Yes, yes, Richard."

"Ok?"

The blade penetrated a little, and the blood dripped on the tablecloth, and dripped down the marble floor along the lace pattern.

"No, I mean, Mr. Sapa."

"That's right." Richard slowly loosened the restraint, causing the black leader to fall back panting heavily.

The young waiter standing aside with a water basin seemed to be frightened, and splashed the sewage with crab oil on Richard's body with a bang.

"Damn it, do you have eyes?"

"Hold, sorry, sir, I" Li Ang, who was disguised as a waiter, stammered, "There is a dry cleaning machine downstairs, I need you"

"Forget it, go away, don't let me see you again." Richard took off the napkin angrily, wiped it with the clean reverse side, and said, "Gentlemen, excuse me for a moment." Standing up Go to the bathroom.

The interior of the bathroom is also low-key and luxurious, with brown wood-grained stone walls, golden paint on the corners of the hand dryer, and delicate red roses on both sides of the automatic sensing brass faucet.

Richard sighed and unbuttoned his collar in front of the mirror, took out two or three white papers from the paper, and wiped the grease on his chest back and forth.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and it was the young waiter.

Richard growled impatiently, "Hey, get out, I can clean it myself."

"Actually, I'm not here for this, Mr. Sapa." Li Ang sighed, untied his tie, stretched it in his hand,

There was a crisp sound in the air, "I'm still a little confused about your theory about urban gangsters."

Richard's face sank, and he silently stretched his hands to his waist.

However, it was too late, Li Ang threw out his tie with a smile, wrapped around Richard's wrist like a long whip, pulled back a little, and Richard's fat and bloated body slipped to the ground, moaning in pain.

"Those who work on floating waves are called ronin in Japan, local bastards in Beijing, bachelors in Hangzhou, and green skins in Yangzhou."

Li Ang dragged Richard into the cubicle indifferently, opened the toilet seat, and stuffed the gang leader's head into the water, "No matter how nicely the gangsters say it, they are nothing more than pickled bastard."

(End of this chapter)