Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 108 It’s better to let Batman come

"What? Mr. Bruce is going away?"

Ma Zhaodi showed joy at Alfred's notification. No, it was regret.

"Alas, it's a pity that I can't meet Mr. Bruce, but it doesn't matter. In Gotham City, we will have the opportunity to meet again sooner or later. There is no need to rush into a gentleman's friendship. Oh, right, Mr. Alfred, how are these cookies made?"

He picked up the tea and took a bite of the biscuit. After Batman told him that he had something to do recently, he began to frequently go to Wayne Manor for meals - Alfred's cooking skills were definitely master-level, the snacks he made were really delicious, and the tea was also tasty, and he planned to learn a lot from him.

Anyway, he would not eat for free, so he would bring homemade snacks. The ingredients produced by the system and his cooking skills were both good. Alfred did not mind this kind of drop-in visit - Wayne Manor had many fawning passers-by who came to get what they wanted, but not many greedy and gossipy neighbors.

Although they are not really neighbors, it still takes some time for Ma Zhaodi to drive over.

In any case, Alfred had a good impression of this young man who did not seem to want to join the upper class. In fact, all the "upper-class" elements of his visit were incompatible with his personality. If it were not for etiquette issues, he might have just come in casual clothes - but for the tolerant and generous Alfred, sincerity and kindness themselves can surpass most etiquette.

In the days without Batman, even the criminals in Gotham were a little happier for a few days - but not particularly happy, because a lot of weird things happened in the city during these days.

"Charlie, hey, Charlie!"

Fussy sounds were heard in the house, and masked figures huddled together, talking in whispers, as if they were afraid of being overheard by the neighbors.

"What's wrong, Walter?"

"Have you finished searching everything?"

"I've finished searching. How about you?"

"Same."

After their brief conversation, the two men simultaneously glanced towards the living room floor, where a man and a woman were tightly bound, their hands, feet, and bodies. Their bodies were convulsing with fear, their faces blurred by tears. With guns pointed at their heads, the man and woman dared not struggle.

"What about—the two of them?"

"Can't we just leave it alone?"

"Idiot! Then why did you call my name? Is this your first day doing this?!"

"Fuck! Didn't you call my name too?"

When the man and woman heard this, despair suddenly appeared in their eyes. They shook their heads frantically at the two gangsters, trying desperately to say a word or two to beg for mercy, but their mouths were sealed tightly with tape, and they could only make struggling whimpering sounds from their throats.

"What should we do? Kill him?"

"Don't use a gun, it'll make too much noise. I'll go to their kitchen and look for a knife."

One of the gangsters stood up and walked towards the kitchen, while the other gangster looked at the two people struggling desperately on the ground and suddenly changed his mind.

"Charlie, bring a wet towel."

"What?"

"Wash this woman's face, otherwise there's no interest." Seeing Walter take out a small umbrella from his pocket and prepare to take off his pants, Charlie suddenly became anxious. He kicked Walter on the back: "Damn it, we don't have much time left, and you're still thinking about making trouble!"

"Damn it! Why did you hit me? Are you crazy?"

"You're the fucking crazy one! Slash their necks and leave! Don't leave any more evidence!"

The two gangsters were arguing about how to deal with two living people, as if they were arguing about how to deal with two live chickens on a chopping board.

At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound from the windowsill. The two turned their heads and saw an eagle flying to the window, raising its sturdy beak and pecking it hard.

"Clap!"

At the moment the window glass shattered, a black figure swung past the window and accurately hit the two gangsters with two blowguns, causing them to fall to the ground unconscious immediately.

With a clang, the kitchen knife in Charlie's hand fell to the ground. A few meters away, the two people who were tied up tightly suddenly showed joy in their eyes, and immediately moved towards the direction of the kitchen knife. They were only tied at the wrists, but their fingers could still move. As long as they got the knife, they could escape.

The figure outside the window rolled into the house, skillfully stripped off the clothes of the two gangsters and tied them into a knot, then picked them up and hung them on the windowsill with the knots, and their four bare buttocks swayed in the night wind.

"We're done with this piece, let's go to the next place."

The two victims who were still tied up in the house stared in amazement as the man in black robe climbed out of the window, their hearts surging with emotions.

Ma Zhaodi, wearing a black robe, nimbly climbed down the outer wall of the building and reached the ground in just over ten seconds. He listened attentively to the news from the birds in the sky and quickly took out the wheelchair.

At this time, all the lights on the wheelchair have disappeared, and the special dark paint covering it almost makes it blend in with Gotham at night. This is an upgrade that Ma Zhaodi spent five thousand US dollars to make, which is the high-speed night travel mode of the wheelchair.

In this mode, the wheelchair's sound and light reflections are greatly reduced, and the upper speed limit is increased to 200km/h, making it the most suitable mode for nighttime driving. Of course, the downside is that if the driver isn't skilled enough, it can easily be hit by other cars that can't see the situation clearly. For this reason, Ma Zhaodi spent $ to upgrade his wheelchair driving skills to master level.

Why is he obsessed with a wheelchair? Because its size allows it to pass through most of Gotham's narrow terrain, and its flexibility and speed surpass those of ordinary cars. The cost of the modification was also used to convert its rainproof and windproof shell into bulletproof material. It can now even be used as a cover in a gunfight.

Since obtaining the language of nature, Ma Zhaodi has been able to receive more information. All the birds, beasts, flowers, plants and trees in Gotham City are chattering to him. This information is not enough to cause him to crash, but it does make him uncomfortable, because once he hears news about a crime, it means he has to get involved again.

In the past, he could still comfort himself by saying that Batman was in Gotham City and there was no need for him to mess up his vigilante activities, but now, Batman was gone for the time being.

This means that Ma Zhaodi has become one of the few people in Gotham City who has the willingness and means to stop vicious crimes.

Ma Zhaodi had no choice but to pretend he didn't hear it, but he really didn't like seeing anyone get hurt. So, there were vigilante activities like tonight's against serious crimes.

"This thief, regardless, didn't have enough time, and his crime wasn't serious enough."

"This naked streaker—Shen Jin—made me laugh a little, without me even having to do anything."

"This drug deal—it's done in five minutes. Hehe, they'll be too embarrassed to be on the street tomorrow."

Guided by the natural beauty of the entire city, the dark wheelchair wanders the streets and alleys of Gotham like a ghost.

Within days of Batman's disappearance, Gotham City will likely have another strange urban legend.

(End of this chapter)