The young man's lips curved into a subtle, knowing smile, and the wallet in his hand swayed casually. Its metal casing reflected golden light under the dim, flickering bar lights.
Feeling Gordon's gaze shift, he cleared his throat and, in a deliberately steady tone, slowly said, "Dear Commissioner, you may not know, but the Wayne Family and our Falcone Family have been old family friends for many years. Now that they have suffered such a sudden and tragic misfortune, brutally murdered, we are naturally heartbroken. From the moment we heard the news, we have used all our connections, tried every possible method, just to find that heinous killer, to give the Wayne Family an explanation, and to bring justice to the deceased."
At this, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he turned to shout at the burly man leaning against the wall not far away, "Bring that man here!"
The burly man who had brought Gordon and Brock in nodded upon hearing this and walked towards a private room in the bar.
Not long after, the burly man reappeared.
And his right hand, like an iron vice, clamped down tightly on a hunched figure, utterly dishevelled.
This person's hair was as messy as a bird's nest, strands dangling over his forehead, obscuring most of his face. From the visible parts, one could see bruises, purple and green, and faint traces of fresh blood seeping from wounds, clearly indicating he had suffered a severe beating.
His eyes were filled with fear and despair, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, his body trembling uncontrollably, his steps faltering, almost being dragged forward by the burly man.
In the burly man's other hand was a shiny black right-ejecting pistol and a string of faintly glowing pearl necklace.
After confirming that the other two pieces of evidence were also present, Gordon looked at the clothes of the person being brought over.
The man wore an indigo blue top, its color somewhat mottled by stains and the struggle, yet still clearly discernible; his lower half was charcoal grey denim jeans, with a striking white ripped design.
In summary, it perfectly matched the details Brucey had described.
If it weren't for the fact that doing so now would be truly abnormal, Gordon would have loved to crouch down and see if the other party was indeed wearing different colored socks.
It must be said that at this moment, both the stolen valuables and the killer's attire seemed to match the testimony from Miss Wayne.
The burly man dragged the hunched, almost limp man to Gordon's front.
Gordon's expression remained unchanged; he stood tall and straight.
Once the man was dragged before him, he reached out and slowly lifted the man's head.
Looking at the swollen and distorted face before him, Gordon began to recall the portrait Brucey had drawn.
He meticulously compared the face before him with the portrait in his memory. While it couldn't be said to be exactly identical, as the suspect had been beaten into a 'pig's head' with severely distorted features, Gordon, relying on his memory of certain characteristics, could still recognize that this was the person from the portrait.
This discovery somewhat surprised Gordon.
Initially, Gordon thought that the young Falcone carrying Thomas Wayne's wallet was because he was involved in the case.
In his opinion, the other party was either the key planner behind this case or the protector of the true mastermind.
Otherwise, why would a criminal family bother to catch a murderer for no reason?
Even if this murderer was infamous in Gotham for killing the Wayne Couple, it wouldn't be worth such an effort from them.
However, he had just confirmed that this person did not seem like a scapegoat.
After all, it is simply unimaginable for an 8-year-old girl to accurately draw the victim's appearance with astonishing memory, every detail as clear as if etched in her mind.
So, even if they needed a scapegoat, the Falcone Family wouldn't need to find someone like this.
The story of 'pointing to a deer and calling it a horse' was still gaining credibility.
But with this thought, Gordon became somewhat confused.
If that's the case... why would the Falcone Family capture the other party? What benefit would this bring to the Falcone Family?
Could it really be that they had been friends with the Wayne Family for generations?
No, it's the opposite.
It's not about what benefits capturing the other party could bring, but that capturing the other party is the benefit itself.
The Wayne Family.
Regardless of the original relationship between the Falcone Family and the Wayne Family, after helping the two young princesses of the Wayne Family find the killer of their parents, their relationship would certainly become closer.
And he had indeed caught the criminal suspect with the "help" of the Falcone Family's influence.
Meanwhile, Gordon was still deep in thought.
The young man had, at some point, leisurely strolled over to the bar counter and was gently swirling the drink the bartender had prepared for him.
The Water in the glass rotated and undulated with his movements, making a faint sound.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the man held by the burly man, and a seemingly regretful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth as he began to explain, "This man's name is Joe Chill. He lived a desperate life, having fallen into gambling and worrying about making ends meet every day."
"With no other options, he bought a gun on the black market and started robbing people."
"But it was his first time doing something like this; his psychological fortitude was too poor. When he got nervous, his hand wouldn't listen."
The young man mimed a gun with his right hand, placing it against his temple.
"Bang!"
"He shot the Wayne Couple dead."
"After killing them, his mind in chaos, he frantically snatched their valuables and then ran off."
At some point, the young man's voice had taken on a peculiar tone.
If Gordon were to describe it, it was like a theatrical performance: "Ah! What a despicable scoundrel, who for his own petty gain, personally destroyed the conscience of Gotham City!"
The more he spoke, the more indignation crept into the young man's tone.
But to Gordon, it sounded so deliberate.
Gordon didn't reply. After lowering Joe Chill's head, he slowly raised his own, his gaze fixed on the young man.
"Since that's the case, can I take him with me?"
The two looked at each other again, falling into silence.
However, this time, the young man did not confront Gordon for long. His previously somewhat twisted expression became elegant once more.
His lips curved upwards into a seemingly unguarded smile, and he politely said, "Please do. It is our Falcone Family's honor to be able to assist the police in solving this case. We hope you can bring this killer to justice soon and provide closure to the Wayne Family and all of Gotham City."
With that, he slightly turned and made a 'please' gesture.