Parker was stunned.

He watched Joey swaying the rusty pig-killing knife, and even had a flaunting and confident expression, as if he was a very precious treasure in his hand.

This almost mentally retarded look made Parker's heart beat into his throat, because he was afraid that Mr. Falcone would feel that he brought him a mental illness and would kill him in anger.

So he glanced at Falcone next to him with his own eyes, and then opened his mouth wide in disbelief because he saw the famous "Roman"... nodding very satisfied.

"You mean, do you want to use this knife to help us rush into the Arkham Asylum?" Falcone asked, "I'll ask for a rude question, do you know where the Arkham Asylum is?"

Joey didn't even think about it: "I don't know!"

Parker cried, tears flowing into his stomach. He was even hesitating whether to kill him with one head now.

But I didn't expect it...

"Hahaha--" Mr. Falcone suddenly laughed even more presumptuously: "What an interesting answer, I'm curious why you are so confident in that knife."

"Oh, ask this." Joey muttered: "Because this knife once cut off the Hongqiao on the road to exile, I think he should be able to split the door of that crazy asylum."

......

No one knew what this guy with a bad brain was saying, so in the next few seconds, no one spoke, only Old Joey didn't realize anything, and put the knife back to his waist.

"It's really good!" Mr. Falcone's voice suddenly broke the silence. "...I believe in you."

"Haha, of course I can trust me, Old Joey never panics."

"Then we'll make a deal!" Mr. Falcone seemed very satisfied, and clapped his hands: "The person who came to take my friend Mr. Joey to the guest room for a rest. We're going to do a big deal today!"

When Joey heard this, he was stunned at first, then turned around in a clever way and walked forward: "I haven't had breakfast yet."

Mr. Falcone smiled...

Parker has been in the "Roman Empire" for many years, but he has never seen Mr. Falcone smile so confidently, and even a little inexplicably excited.

"Hahaha--no breakfast...so great, so great...I haven't seen such an admirable person as Mr. Joy in seven or eight years," Mr. Falcone said with a smile, then opened his arms: "This is one of the best hotels in Gotham. If you want, you can use everything here, including food, and of course."

"Hahaha-you're a good person!" Joey also smiled...

Mr. Falcone, the leader of the "Roman Empire" in Gotham City, and a sloppy pig farmer who claims to be old Joey, ended a conversation that was not known at all, and then laughed across a table...

Parker had a slightly mouth aside, looking confused.

......

Soon, Old Joey was taken out of the restaurant, and only Parker and Mr. Falcone were left here.

"Ask..." Mr. Falcone said with a smile.

Parker next to him was shocked. He did have many problems. After all, these two people were so confused, and this kind of mentality could naturally not escape Falcone's eyes.

So Parker mustered up his courage: "Mr. Falcone, I don't understand very much, why you trust this person, I think he... seems to have some mental problems."

Falcone returned to his polite appearance: "Yes... he may be a lunatic, but... lunatics often bring the most unbelievable results. Just like the person many years ago, everyone thought that the lunatic would be slaughtered the next day and then corpsed on the street, but... he was alone and became the emperor of the entire Gotham."

Parker shook his head away from his mind: "You mean... that joker? He is indeed very powerful, but... everyone knows that you are the most powerful lord in this city."

Falcone smiled: "Indeed, the 'Roman Empire' has the most people, the strongest and the richest, but... do you know why that person didn't have these in the end? - because he doesn't care."

Parker stood there stupidly, he didn't understand yet, how could anyone care about money and power?

"The madman is indeed a madman, but it's just that we don't understand them yet. They have their own world... Their pursuit is like this Mr. Joey. I know his words are ridiculous... A pig-killing knife and what the road to exile is. I don't know at all, but this does not prevent me from trusting him."

"I...I don't understand!"

"You don't need to understand." Falcone said with a smile: "In fact, I don't understand either, but I know that this world is not the only one Gotham... This world is too big, with Jokers and Batman, and of course there are more things we don't understand. Sometimes I even wonder whether the 'world' thing will be more than one, but thousands. If I say this, no matter how hard I try to pursue power, it will be useless... Just like the person named Ziliang said, if this world is just a book and a story, then I'm just a second-rate character after all."

Parker looked at the man in front of him incredibly. After years of following him, he thought that he already knew the other party well. However, at this moment, he felt that the "Roman" he had always admired was not the leader of a criminal empire at all, and seemed to be more like a strange philosopher... or a madman.

"What's your name?" Falcone's words suddenly interrupted Parker's random thoughts.

“Pa…Parker.”

"Well, Parker, tonight the 'Roman Empire' will send all the power to bring a carnival to the Arkham Asylum...and you, will be the leader of this carnival."

"What!" Parker shouted, he couldn't believe his ears, and of course he understood what this sentence meant: "But... why, I'm just a little gangster, a poor character."

"Hahaha--" Falcone smiled: "From tonight, you will not be."

“But, but…”

"No," Falcone said, "You know, my father was like this back then. At the party I graduated from university, I gave all the authority of the 'Roman Empire' to me. At that time, I had never even beaten up. He told me... Among all living beings, everyone has their own story, and everyone will play the role they should play..."

Falcone raised his head and looked at Parker: "So, what we should pursue should not be the so-called glorious protagonist, but the desire in our hearts. I can meet Ziliang because of you, and this conversation with Joey is also because of you. If this is a story, then I think you are the person who runs through the whole article, so... I think you are the most suitable person for the carnival tonight. Now you just need to tell me your inner desire...

think!

Still don’t want to!”

This is a question from the legend of Gotham City gangsters. No one knows what the "Roman" was thinking tonight. He told a crazy man a lot of crazy words and handed over such a big plan to a gangster.

This is really impulsive, and it can even be said to be crazy.

But his tone still had a magnificent majesty. He didn't even ask if he dared it or not? He just asked if he wanted to?

Parker's head was buzzing... He took a few deep breaths, but he still couldn't stop his trembling...
Chapter completed!