The daily life of Baiyin Dachao

"Hey, there are really a lot of big shots here!" A man wearing a black and white suit opened the door to the conference hall and strode in.

before coming in.

Like other gangsters, all his men stayed outside and were searched before they could enter.

Hot weapons such as pistols are not allowed, and metal sharp objects are not allowed.

The strong man in black who was responsible for the body search found a strange coin on the man in the black and white suit.

This coin is completely different from other coins in that it has human heads on both sides.

The human head pattern on one side is covered with scratches, making the figure completely unrecognizable.

"You don't have to leave the coins outside, right?" the man in a black and white suit asked.

The strong man in black looked at the other person's handsome profile and said in a low voice: "No, coins are not considered metal sharp objects."

The man in a black and white suit suddenly turned his head. The other side of his face was scarred and hideous. The skin was dark red and pitted, as if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid.

"Count you acquainted!"

The man in the black and white suit said with a ferocious profile.

His lips were completely corroded by sulfuric acid, revealing dark red gums and yellow teeth, looking like a demon.

The strong man in black standing at the door felt his heart skip a beat, a little frightened by the man in the black and white suit.

But he didn't show it, the other person was one of Gotham City's gang bosses - Two-Face.

He used to be an upright prosecutor, but later "made it from scratch" and established the powerful force he is today.

The two-faced man put away the coins, tugged on his tie, and pushed the door open. What he saw was an oval conference table.

There were men in suits and ties sitting on both sides of the table.

Maroni, Jaws, Black Mask, Roman, etc. are all gangsters.

The atmosphere was very depressing.

The auras of the gang bosses collided invisibly.

They are both friends and competitors!

Two-Face's eyes lingered on Maroni for a moment.

The side of his face was completely disfigured after Maroni poured sulfuric acid on it.

The handsome profile of Two-Face reveals his anger and hatred for Maroni.

But the sulfuric face on the other side of his face showed no trace of hatred.

Two-Face's other personality thanked Maroni instead.

Because of the acid thrown by Maroni, "he" was able to be liberated and get rid of the skin of hypocritical justice.

Maroney put his feet up on the conference table, his upper body completely pressed against the back of the boss's chair, his buttocks swayed in the chair, and he said jokingly: "Harvey, your ugly face hasn't had plastic surgery yet?"

"Are you too poor to afford plastic surgery? Kneel down and beg me. I can lend you some, hahahaha!"

The two-faced man looked at him with a handsome profile and shouted angrily: "Maroni, I really hoped that you would be brought to justice in court!"

The two-faced man's sulfuric face suddenly turned sideways again, and he smiled ferociously: "Thanks to your sulfuric acid, I regained my life."

"Turns out skin doesn't matter, I really hope you realize that."

"Next time if you make fun of this matter again, I won't mind throwing acid on your relatives too!"

"Harvey, you can give it a try!!"

Maroni shouted angrily, lowered his legs, and slammed the conference table with his thick, calloused palms that had been holding guns for a long time.

A loud "dong" sound echoed in the conference room and in everyone's minds.

A timid person might be frightened to the point of weakness when Maroni scolds him.

And everyone here is a gangster, who is not cruel, bold and crazy?

They were either expressionless, gloating, watching a show, or sneering.

The Roman was wearing an elegant black high-end suit with a cold and ruthless face. He cut a cigar for himself and said while smoking: "To resolve past grudges, I suggest you get out. Everyone is gathered here today not because of your trivial matters. "

Black Mask Jie Jie sneered: "I really want to see you guys fighting, and then I'll clean up the mess."

A gangster slapped the table and shouted angrily: "Black Mask, don't say anything. You swallowed up my place and business some time ago, and also killed the people under me. How do you settle this score?"

"How do you want to calculate it?"

"It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Why don't you do the math now?"

Black Mask suddenly took out a knife and stuck it on the conference table with a "click" sound.

You were obviously required to search yourself when entering the conference room, and you were not allowed to bring in metal sharp objects. I don’t know how Black Mask was brought in.

However, all the gangsters here, what scene have you not seen before?

What's a small knife?

In fact, each of them has deadly weapons on their bodies. If a gang member casually finds them, they are not worthy of being gang bosses.

really.

With a "bang", the gang boss slapped a pocket pistol on the table and said with a sneer: "Black Mask, are you the only one with a weapon?"

Black Mask tapped the temple of the mask with his finger, and said in an arrogant tone: "Come on, shoot here, kill me with one shot, come and kill me!"

"Do you think I dare not!?"

The gangster grabbed his pocket pistol and aimed it at Black Mask.

The Roman took a puff of his cigar, his stern face still expressionless.

Two-Face found an empty seat and sat down, minding his own business and playing with coins.

Thumb up the coin, then down, then up again...

None of the gang bosses present wanted to start a fight.

They wanted Black Mask to fight with other family forces, and then reap the benefits themselves.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The door to the conference room opened again.

A man wearing a brown windbreaker with his head covered in bandages strode in, clapping his hands.

"Silence?"

All eyes were focused on the bandaged man.

Silently tilted his head, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, you haven't dealt with the outsiders yet, are you starting to fight?"

"If you fight well, it's best to fight them all, and then let that young man from the East take advantage of him and become the underground emperor of Gotham City."

Apparently, he was good at bringing people together.

After Silence came on stage, the atmosphere in the conference room, which was originally filled with the smell of gunpowder, relaxed a lot.

The gangster named Johnny put away his pocket pistol and said, "Okay, give Silence some face and give the Elliott family some face."

Black Mask sneered rebelliously: "The Elliot family's face is worthless, but I don't want an outsider to take advantage of it."

The two-faced man said with a handsome profile: "Penguin didn't come, he is indeed dead."

His sulfuric face spoke again: "Good-for-nothing Penguin, it's a pity that the Iceberg Club fell into the hands of outsiders."

The Roman blew out smoke rings and said indifferently: "Everyone is here for the Iceberg Club."

Silently spread his hands: "I am more interested in the person named Luo Chen."

Black Mask said: "We gathered together just to discuss how to deal with this Luo Chen."

"After Luo Chen is dealt with, it won't be too late to divide the power and assets of Iceberg Club and Penguin."

Silently put his hands on the conference table and glanced at the big bosses.

"Vote."

"vote!"

"Hahahaha, we gangsters are still doing voting."

"An Oriental dares to reach out to Gotham without even looking at whose chassis it is."

"Which hand you stretch out, which hand you interrupt!"

"Kill him!"

Everyone raised their hands while talking and laughing.

They seemed to be deciding a person's fate while talking and laughing.

Only Two-Face did not vote.

Everyone's eyes fell on Two-Face.