[3rd POV]
The henchman dressed in a suit remembered very clearly the exact order.
"Show them a little scare so they know not to mess with the Iceberg Lounge."
In other words, don't kill anyone, just give a warning.
At this moment, Batman was delivering heavy blows, grabbing and fiercely beating Falcone's men.
The Penguin had no intention of making deep enemies with them, and he just wanted to protect his own interests.
This was only to restore his own reputation by smashing up the restaurant.
If someone really got killed, Batman might chase Falcone, Falcone might chase Penguin, and it would turn into a big mess.
But while they were fighting, they suddenly heard a loud cry from the other side.
"The boss is down!"
There was even a bit of cheerfulness mixed in the sadness.
They looked at each other in surprise, "Did their leader really go down?"
"It looks like it. So, do we keep fighting?"
The Penguin's henchman suddenly looked up and shouted, "Whoa! Who did it? Who shot their boss? Stop firing right now!"
Once one side stopped shooting, the other side stopped too. The only sound left in the big, empty restaurant was someone still yelling and crying loudly.
"Help! Somebody help! The boss is down! Call an ambulance quickly!"
The supervisor, clutching his chest, gasped weakly, struggling to say, "I'm not even dead yet, damn it…"
"Boss, don't you go leave us like that, woooo…"
"You better stop crying."
"If you want to say something, I'll make sure to deliver it to your family, woohoo…"
The supervisor was so angry that he started coughing violently again, and his chest hurt even more, and he couldn't talk for a moment.
"Claude! Lloyd! Bridget! Come help him, woohoo!"
"Bang!"
He had finally had enough. After coming back to his senses, the supervisor grabbed his pistol and fired a shot, cutting off Tony's wailing.
"If you keep wailing, I'll shoot you too, cough cough."
"Whoa! Awesome! Their boss is still alive!"
Then they all turned to look at Penguin's henchman, who was cheering loudly.
After Tony's big wailing earlier, this guy had officially become the second attention person in the room.
The man in the suit had a complicated expression. Even though he felt relieved inside, it was clear that openly cheering for the enemy right there was strange.
"Idiot!"
He slapped him hard and scolded through gritted teeth, "That's their boss! What the hell are you happy about?"
The rest of Penguin's henchmen quickly nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, what are you so happy about?"
"It would've been better if he was gone."
"Cough, cough!"
The man in the tailcoat suddenly coughed loudly, cutting off his henchman's words before they said anything worse.
After facing the strange looks of everyone in the restaurant, he forced himself to shout harshly, "This was just a warning! You better remember that The Penguin and the Iceberg Lounge are not to be messed with!"
"We're outta here!"
The Penguin's henchmen, who looked like they had won, packed up and left.
However, the people at the restaurant, who looked like they had lost, had all kinds of strange looks on their faces.
Honestly, no one really felt like they had lost a fight because the biggest loss in the entire fight was caused by their own people.
With just a single bullet, they shattered the supervisor's mood and blood pressure.
"Tony!"
The supervisor was finally able to sit down, catching his breath, and he pointed at Tony and yelled, "Do you damn well know how expensive that chandelier was?! I told you to aim at people and not the light! They didn't even finish wrecking the place, and you went and destroyed it first!"
"You've got one month to pay me back, or else you're done!"
The only reason Tony didn't get fired was because he'd actually gotten better at his job.
There were a lot of new female customers he had served, and they started coming back a lot. Most importantly, he had a connection with Donald.
"Boss, I don't have money to go shooting range... and didn't you just say I didn't need to care and to shoot whoever the hell I wanted?"
"Get lost!"
After getting scolded harshly, Tony sighed and took out his battered phone to check the time.
It was exactly ten in the evening.
"Alrighty."
With a gloomy expression, Tony headed home, leaving behind a group of coworkers exchanging confused glances and a supervisor whose face was red from anger once again.
...
The next day, Tony came to work as usual.
"The damage report from yesterday is out."
The supervisor reported to Donald, "No injuries, minor damage to tables and chairs, a few bottles of red wine broken, but the biggest loss was that expensive chandelier."
"No one got hurt, right? That's good."
"We only fought for a few minutes before we stopped, so no casualties. Overall, the damage is only about thirty percent of what it usually is in gang fights like this, but if it weren't for Tony, we wouldn't have even..."
"Philip, I promised that Tony wouldn't go around killing people. That one bullet? I'll take the blame for it."
Donald patted him on the shoulder, "Besides, he's driving that car… the so-called 'Death Car' lately."
"Huh?"
"He's got some weird kind of luck going on his side. I don't even know if the chandelier thing was really a loss or just... fate, but let's keep him for now."
Donald finished and turned back to his seat, "That's the end of it. As for saving our reputation, the family will settle that score sooner or later."
"We're going after the Penguin—"
"That's not decided yet, don't talk nonsense."
Donald waved his hand, "The Roman said to deal with the Bat freak first, and then Gordon and Harvey Dent. You should go rest now and remember he's not part of the family yet. Don't let him use a gun. He might end up shooting one of us by accident."
Philip twitched at the corner of his mouth when he heard this, imagining Tony aiming at the Penguin from behind but ended up hitting one of their own instead.
He wiped cold sweat from his forehead, trembling a little.
...
Meanwhile, Tony was happily eating his free breakfast in the staff area when he saw Phillip walking toward him.
He quickly put down his fork and knife, looked up, and smiled at him.
"Hey, boss, how did you sleep last night?"
Philip, who had spent the whole night managing the cleanup, immediately felt his vision darken.
He took a deep breath to calm down and said coldly, "About the chandelier—Donald said you're off the hook."
Tony breathed a sigh of relief.
'At least Donald kept his word, which meant I didn't have to look for a second job or figure out how to pay for the damages.'
"Thanks."
"Thank Donald, not me."
Philip frowned, "Also, that car you're driving isn't very safe. What happened to the wheelchair you used to ride to work?"
"It got stolen."
Tony shrugged, "I live in the East End."
"Well, figure out a better way to get to work and try to drive that car less."
Philip sighed, shaking his head, "Tony—"
"What's up?"
"You should go practice your shooting when you've got time. I know one, and if you tell my name, you can get a thirty percent discount."
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