Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 134 Why doesn’t he just rob?
This morning was Maroni's first day in prison.

"Wake up! Everybody get up! It's half past five!"

"People who get up at this time are future stars! Pillars of the nation! They are the learned people in the idiom! They are the immortals who have descended to earth in the common saying! They are the ray of hope in urban novels! They are the "Bajiu Nianbi" in Cantonese! They are the best in martial arts novels! They are the self-disciplined people who examine themselves three times a day! They are..."

Every sentence was shouted very loudly, and every sentence severely stimulated the drowsy nerves of the prisoners in the prison.

Waking up from his bunk on the third floor, Maroni felt aches all over his back and waist. This was the first time in his life that he had slept in a crowded environment. The smell of sweaty feet, the hard bed, the thunderous snoring, the sound of farts, and the grinding of teeth all became a huge obstacle to their achievement of "falling asleep".

It turns out that whether rich or poor, prisoners in prison all sleep in the same way.

But in fact, in the first half of yesterday night, all the prisoners here were awake. However, the prison guards did not stop them from talking in low voices at night. They just warned them that they would be charged ten dollars per hour of conversation - ten dollars multiplied by their respective prison sentences. Everyone would be charged, even if there were only two people talking in the prison.

However, this still couldn't stop their desire to talk. In fact, they were all rich men who lived a life of luxury before going to prison, but after going to prison, they became prisoners under control. Since they came here, they have had a lot of complaints to complain about. As for the thousands of dollars deducted from each person overnight - this kind of thing seems less important at this time.

"Can we escape? If we can escape."

"What nonsense are you talking about? There's Batman out there. Can you guarantee you won't be caught? If you're caught again, you'll be forced to stay here for a week!"

"Md, if I keep running away."

"Then you will be sent to Arkham. Didn't you listen to what Poison Ivy said? Do you want to be with that group of lunatics who kill people at every turn? The Scarecrow, the Mad Hatter, the Joker, and the Calendar Man are all in there now. Do you want to go in and give it a try?"

"God damn it, am I really—"

At this moment, the inmates on the lower floor patted his bed and said, "Look at it from a bright side. At least the perverted wheelchair man, Catwoman, Penguin, and Mr. Freeze who previously destroyed Gothic Corporation weren't thrown into the asylum. Otherwise, Arkham would be even more lively."

"What nonsense! The perverted wheelchair man is definitely in cahoots with Batman. As soon as Batman appears, he disappears. I even suspect that the perverted wheelchair man is Batman's pervert in disguise, just to satisfy his perverted hobby."

"I think Catwoman and them are unclear. Maybe Batman has formed an alliance with her and that perverted wheelchair man."

"Everyone, are we really going to discuss this Marvel comic stuff here? We are all adults, respectable adults."

"Then what are we discussing? How to upgrade ourselves? That swordsman, Poison Ivy, said we have to stay here for three days before we can get an upgrade—damn it, she actually called it an 'upgrade'! Have you ever seen a long-term upgrade service?"

"Well, one hundred dollars a month, multiplied by our sentence, my base rate is ten thousand dollars a month, every! month! Damn, do they think they're selling presidential suites? Why doesn't Bruce Wayne just rob them?"

"Robbery is illegal, this is legal."

"I don't want to give it to you!"

"Then he can openly apply to the court for enforcement - don't forget, he can directly apply these deductions to your living expenses in prison, and the court will not be biased towards you now."

"What's there to say? Who here doesn't like making money?" An insurance company owner, who had been lying on the third bunk and hadn't participated in the conversation, suddenly sneered, "If we had this opportunity, who wouldn't make more money than Bruce Wayne?" "Well, he's right. That idiot Bruce is being smart for once."

"I'd rather he just be as confused as usual, at least he'd deduct less money from me."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the cell door.

"Everyone," he said, "I'm not sure what you're thinking, but it's already one in the morning, and you have to get up at five-thirty tomorrow. You don't have much time left to rest. Of course, if you still want to continue chatting, I don't mind. After all, there's money to be made."

Maroni's heart moved at this moment.

So he whispered to the people outside the cell: "Boy, let me ask you, do you want to make money?"

"Yes I do."

The cell suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at each other. Even if they couldn't get out, being able to bribe the prison guards was enough to give them a considerable degree of freedom.

"Very good, there is an opportunity right in front of you now, as long as you grab it——"

"If I seize this opportunity, I'll be prosecuted and thrown into a cell with you." The prison guard shook his head. "I'll also be fined. All the money I earn will be lost. You probably can't imagine how strict the surveillance of prison guards here is. I really want to know who designed this."

"Mr. Maroni, I recognize your voice. You're quite a figure in Gotham, so I'm giving you a little advice: Don't try to exploit loopholes. Just spend the money on the upgrade. Even if you run away, your father will send you back. It's now known to many people in Gotham that Luigi is a little dissatisfied with your love life."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately turned their attention to Maroni in the lower bunk. Gossip is human nature.

Maroni remained silent - damn, the affair with Sofia was exposed.

He recalled what Luigi had said to him when he came to see him some days ago.

"Sal, those two traitors are going to jail. That idiot Harvey thought I really let them go. Find an opportunity and have someone kill them both in there."

He didn't expect that in just a few days from the end of the conversation to today, those two people would sell him out to his father again.

"I have two pieces of advice. First, respect the prison schedule. Whether it's roll call or labor, it's important. Second, Mr. Vernon and Mr. Jenkins are also in prison. You can pay the prison to allow you to have a boxing match. If the reason is reasonable, the prison will agree to let you settle your personal grudge while wearing protective gear."

Maroni's eyes suddenly lit up.

After being interrupted like this, everyone lost the mood to chat. After enduring half the night on the hard and cold bed boards and bedding, everyone finally fell asleep amid the sound of dripping water in the corner, the musty smell in the room, the occasional black elves jumping by, and the pitch-black darkness.

Of course, it is also appropriate to call it fainting.

(End of this chapter)