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Chapter 1133 Is He Worthy Of Being Called The Dark Knight
Chapter 1133 Is He Worthy Of Being Called The Dark Knight
The restaurant Lina took them to may not have been as grand as a luxurious hotel, but it was a well-known eatery in the area.
The patrons dining here ranged from ordinary folks to those of higher status, such as senators.
However, no one expected that during dinner, thugs in studded leather jackets would appear and create a ruckus at the entrance with their motorcycles.
The motorcycles naturally emitted a substantial amount of dark smoke from their exhausts, especially considering that all their vehicles had been modified.
Therefore, when those ruffians hit their accelerators, not only would the clear glass windows be entirely shrouded in dark smoke, but the thunderous roar would also drastically spoil the atmosphere for the dining guests.
"Jeff, could you please check what's going on outside?" Carlo, the boss, was a hefty man, weighing in at a hundred and ninety pounds, and he also served as one of the head chefs of the restaurant.
He had always placed great importance on the dining environment of his own restaurant, prioritizing the dining experience of his guests.
Just as the waiter, Jeff, was about to step out the door, one of the thugs emerged from the dark smoke. Without hesitation, he landed a kick straight to Jeff's stomach.
Jeff stumbled three steps backward, colliding with the dining table closest to the door.
All the guests at the nearby tables were startled and stood up immediately.
Unaware of what had happened, they all watched intently as the thug walked in through the door.
The thug leading the way sported a red Mohawk.
He had a ring of black eyeliner around his eyes and a silver piercing on his lips, giving him a somewhat edgy appearance that seemed quite uncomfortable.
He casually rotated his neck before giving a nonchalant thumbs-up to all the customers in the restaurant.
As everyone was puzzled by his actions, the thug turned his thumb upside down, adopting a defiant stance.
"I've reserved this place, so you all better leave."
The thug spoke with such arrogance that a respectable man immediately stood up to refute him.
"This is a public place; you're the ones who should leave."
It was evident that the reputable man held a position of status.
He attempted to engage in a rational conversation with the young thugs, but in the next moment, they brandished a gun and pointed it at him.
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot reverberated through the restaurant, causing all the patrons to scream and rush out at once, covering their heads.
The respectable man collapsed to the ground, barely able to leave the place if not for his friend who dragged him away.
Donald sat on the chair, casually digging his ears, appearing as composed as a statue.
He asked the somewhat flustered Lina, "Is Iugrea always this chaotic?"
Lena responded with anxiety, "Lately, there have been escalating violent clashes between Nero Manto and Testa Nera as they vie for territory. If I'm not mistaken, that thug over there with the gun is the infamous Dark Knight from Testa Nera."
"Cassimo, the Dark Knight?" Donald couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard the name.
What era are we living in that people still have such old-fashioned names?
Donald appeared unconvinced, prompting Lina to quickly state with a serious expression, "Cassimo's ruthlessness is well-known among the two major gangs. I apologize for the poorly planned dinner tonight. Let's switch to another restaurant."
While the Havenzos were regarded as a prominent family in Iugrea, it did not imply that their descendants could confront members of the mafia directly.
On the contrary, the trend indicated a steady increase in the gangs' influence over the past two years, juxtaposed with the evident decline of the Havenzo family.
That was also the reason Lena proposed switching to a different restaurant.
She did not want to create trouble for the Havenzo family, recognizing that they would not back her up if anything happened, either. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
Right then, Cassimo noticed them.
As a matter of fact, he saw Geraldine.