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Chapter 127: Ma Zhaodi, the Master of Fueling the Fire

Vernon is done.

Seeing Harvey sighing and comforting, Vernon tried desperately to defend himself to Maroni lying on the ground, but it was of no avail. When he saw Maroni looking at him with murderous eyes, he knew he was finished, completely finished.

What’s interesting is that at this moment, the person in the entire court who most wants Maroni to die has become Vernon.

What should I do? What should I do? If Maroni wakes up, he will definitely not let me go.
Vernon stared at Maroni lying on the ground and subconsciously took a step forward, but was quickly stopped by Harvey. "Hey, Vernon, go find someone to help first—isn't that what you were shouting about doing?"

Vernon turned his head to look at Prosecutor Harvey, who seemed a little unfamiliar at the moment. The other's eyes were calm and indifferent, but seemed to be able to see directly through his eyes and see the dirty side of his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why the strong acid he was supposed to give to Maroni turned into potion.

Someone knew Maroni's plan in advance, someone took advantage of it and switched the potion, and someone wanted Maroni to deal with me personally.

Harvey Dent, you schemed against me.

Vernon gritted his teeth, and at this moment, he was afraid and terrified. He was a coward who was ungrateful and greedy, and only dared to do some dirty tricks behind Harvey's back. At this moment, he didn't even dare to show a hateful look to the prosecutor. He could only lower his head, not daring to let others see the expression on his face.

For Vernon, who had no stance and only knew how to backstab others, the feeling of being betrayed was undoubtedly the worst - of course, he was the only one who unilaterally called Harvey's behavior a betrayal.

Maroni heard a commotion from the crowd around him, but he didn't want to think about anything at the moment because he was in real pain and a little desperate.

"For a woman." He thought to himself: "For a woman, Maroni, what have you done? You didn't kill Harvey, that bastard who was chasing you, and you didn't listen to your father. Instead, you helped Falcone. Morality and rules are all thrown away."

Will Sophia show a little mercy when she helps the Romans annex the weak Maroni family in the future?

He thought, maybe it would be more decent if I died like this.

"I'll save him! I'll save him!"

At this moment, a voice that made him shudder with fear, squeezed to the front of the crowd with all his strength and came to his side: "Boss, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

Maroni opened his eyes tremblingly and looked at the familiar face of the disaster star. Thousands of thoughts were intertwined and surging in his mind. After a moment of silence, these emotions finally brewed into just one word.

"roll."

"Ah, Boss, I really missed your words, but the timing is not right now. If I don't treat it quickly, the ambulance will be here soon."

"Who the hell wants you to be cured? Aren't you working in a restaurant?"

"How do you know I haven't studied medicine?"

"Do you have a fucking license?"

"No." Ma Zhaodi answered decisively in seconds.

The crowd around listened to the conversation between the two in amazement. When they heard this, they finally couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed Ma Zhaodi's hand to rescue him.

"Fuck you, a black doctor, how dare you come to court to give Maroni emergency treatment!"

"He's definitely not going to die anyway. Those three gunshot wounds aren't fatal. It won't hurt if I treat him."

"Go to hell. Pfft!" Maroni wanted to curse, but failed. He was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

If I were treated by some other black doctor, I might be fine; but if I were treated by you, could I still survive until the ambulance comes to save me?
"I'm not your boss anymore, and you don't have to be my employee anymore. Cough! Cough! Do you understand?"

Ma Zhaodi watched him fiercely grab his collar, and was glad that he was wearing cheap clothes from a street stall today. He looked at Maroni seriously and replied, "No way, boss, people have to eat, and to eat you have to work, and to work you have to find a boss - if you don't become my boss, how am I supposed to eat?" "Go find - poof, go find the Romans!"

"Alas, Boss Falcone doesn't want me anymore, and he even gave me money to come find you."

"Falcone!"

Maroni's eyes were bloodshot, and his originally fuzzy consciousness became extremely active. Every event in the past was connected in his mind to form a clear truth. He suddenly realized who had plotted against him.

Ma Zhaodi, Harvey, Vernon, or Jenkins, who is likely to have betrayed him, are all minor characters - the most important thing is the person who always sends the disaster star Ma Zhaodi to his side.

"Carmine Falcone!"

He gritted his teeth and chewed the name over and over again. He had done so much for Sofia, but it all went to the Romans. They had even been stabbing him in the back a long time ago.

It's Falcone after all.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered what his father said to him in the orchard.

"You have to act like a man."

"The focus of this matter is still Falcone."

He chewed over his father's words over and over again, and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him.

At this moment, the ambulance siren finally sounded outside the window. It had only been three minutes since Maroni was shot. Facts had proved that as long as the money was in place, Gotham City's rescue efficiency could even be slightly better than that of 2077's trauma medical team.

At this moment, he saw Ma Zhaodi about to be dragged to the back by the crowd, and subconsciously grabbed his collar again and pulled him closer to him.

"Ma Zhaodi, I'll give you double the money. Go back to where you came from!"

Ma Zhaodi looked at his fierce expression and nodded in sudden understanding.

"No problem, boss."

He then pulled out his camera and took a few pictures of Maroni's miserable state.

"?"

"Goodbye, Boss"

After Maroni was sent to the ambulance, Ma Zhaodi left the crowd. He took off his blood-stained coat, turned the bloody side inside, and held it in his hand to avoid being mistaken for a criminal when walking on the street.

As he walked on the road, he checked the rewards for his odd job today.

[Black and white coin
Note: Yes, yes, I know that the world will always need a two-faced person. Stories always need actors to act them out. There are as many mad knights of light as there are multiverses. There is nothing we can do about it.

But despair and hope are like two sides of the same coin, inseparable, aren't they?

Note 2: In this year, Gotham gave Harvey a little hope and warmth, just a little bit, which was enough to change Harvey Dent's underlying character - if it were given to the Harvey Dent in other universes, perhaps it would be able to reverse and blur their "madness" characteristics.

Ding--

The strangely colored coin was thrown high into the air and landed back into his palm.

(End of this chapter)