Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 177 If you have the guts, come out and fight me in a one-on-one duel!

Why would an ordinary person be remembered by a clown?
Even if the greatest detective, Batman, were to solve the problem, he probably wouldn't be able to get the answer to this question, because as mentioned before - a madman doesn't need the logic of a normal person. Even if he is smart enough to understand the logic of a normal person, he is still a madman.

"Mr. Clown, I'm glad you still remember me. Uh, it's an honor."

"I used to read some comics and they were funny, or at least they were funny - did you read the comics? Chuck? There was a 'Chuck Brown' in there, and I thought it was funny at the time."

"All right."

"But now, they're boring. There's no funny parts. Chuck, do you still find them funny?"

"I do not--"

However, the Joker didn't seem to care about Chuck's answer. He just kept talking to himself and continued chattering without waiting for his answer.

“Nine authors are sitting in a boat, and one jumps into the river. How many creators are left?”

"What?"

"The answer is none, the rest are plagiarists - is this a joke or a riddle?"

Chuck listened to the clown's questions and was speechless.

The next night, inside the bar.

Ma Zhaodi sat at the counter drinking orange juice and eating steak - it turned out that Liles' cooking skills were really good. Although his skills were not as good as Ma Zhaodi's, the taste was still delicious.

Since he didn't have to cook, Ma Zhaodi was quite happy eating. But Lills was not so happy. Every time he saw the juice next to Ma Zhaodi, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Kid, can you eat in the corner?" He knocked on the table: "This is a bar, not a children's restaurant."

"Another drink, please."

Ma Zhaodi took out a fifty-dollar bill and handed it to Liles along with the empty cup.

"no problem."

Liles quickly put away the banknotes, took out a bottle of orange juice from under the counter, and poured a glass for Ma Zhaodi.

Ma Zhaodi shrugged. He didn't want to buy such expensive orange juice because it would make him look stupid, but after all, he still had to wait for someone here, and he didn't drink.

He had just picked up the cup when he suddenly put it down because someone came over - but it wasn't Chuck.

A super strong man wearing an orange shirt, loose jeans and bulging muscles walked over. He was almost as big as two people. If Ma Zhaodi had not heard some of the other party's background, he would almost suspect that this guy was Bane.

"Kid," he muttered, "don't drink orange juice here, don't eat steak here—get out."

Ma Zhaodi looked at the remaining orange juice in the cup, then looked at the big guy on the side. He reached out to pick up the cup and gestured at the other person, as if he was considering where to pour it.

Seeing his actions, a barely perceptible panic appeared on the sturdy man's face.

"Drink your orange juice and get out of here."

"That's not impossible." Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "But I just spent fifty dollars, and the steak cost another fifty dollars, which makes a hundred dollars in total. If you want me to leave, you have to compensate me."

Anger suddenly appeared on the burly man's face, but he caught a glimpse of the men and women drinking in the bar and the bottles of wine on the wine cabinet, and finally suppressed his anger.

"Want to fight one-on-one, kid?"

"No, I can't beat him."

Ma Zhaodi replied confidently, "But if you dare to start trouble, the boss will kick you out."

At this time, Liles had already grabbed the shotgun from under the counter, but he didn't raise the gun. "Kid, I don't care what grudges you have, just don't cause trouble in my bar. Big guy, he's drinking his orange juice, what's it to you?"

It was obvious that on one side were regular customers and tenants, and on the other side were strangers, and Liles could decide who to help with his toes.

The burly man gritted his teeth, then actually took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it to Ma Zhaodi: "Is this enough? If so, leave." "That's enough, that's enough. The boss is really generous."

Ma Zhaodi chuckled, drank the orange juice in one gulp, then stuffed the steak into his mouth in two or three bites. Finally, he wiped his mouth and walked straight out of the bar.

After going out, he took out his cell phone and took a look at it, then hummed a song and walked towards home.

The strong man followed Ma Zhaodi out and saw him disappear around the corner. Then he took out a cell phone and made a call.

"Hey - Boss, yes, that guy left, um, yes, he probably didn't notice me"

Chuck was on his way to the bar.

A meeting was arranged with the Joker just yesterday, but not today, as the other party also needed to make some preparations, so Chuck's life today didn't change much, and he still planned to go to the bar to get drunk.

"Ding--"

Just when Chuck was halfway there, there was a sudden crisp sound near his feet, and he felt as if his toes had kicked something.

"what is this?"

He looked down and saw what seemed to be a small square outline on the ground, gleaming in the light of the streetlight.

"Hmm? Whose lighter?"

He picked up the lighter from the ground. It was shiny, but very light in his hand. It was not made of iron, but a cheap plastic.

There is also a kite-shaped logo (trademark) on it. The logo is very nice, but it is not a famous brand. It is probably produced by some unknown small workshop.

"Well, this kite looks pretty nice—what's in this space? A small plant seed? What a unique design."

Chuck played with the lighter and looked around for it, but couldn't find the owner. After thinking it over, he put it in his pocket.

"Perhaps the owner didn't intend to come back specifically for such a cheap lighter."

He walked towards the bar with a leisurely pace.

"Huh? Ma Zhaodi didn't come today?"

When Chuck arrived at the bar, he found that Ma Zhaodi, who had been frequenting the bar during this period, was missing, and his mood immediately became bad.

It was certainly sad to lose his drinking buddy, but he was more worried about another thing - last night, after drinking, he told Ma Zhaodi about Batman's plan, which included an appointment with the Joker. Although the other party expressed disbelief at the time, Chuck was not sure whether he was lying.

If Ma Zhaodi believed what he said and decided to avoid danger, or planned to take advantage of it, he would not have come today. Because he knew that this place would soon become the center of the battle between Batman and the Joker, which might be today or tomorrow.

In either case, plans could go awry.

"Hey, Liles," he called to the boss, "Give me a tequila—why didn't Ma Zhaodi come today?"

"He came here, but was chased away by a big guy." Liles pushed the glass to Chuck: "That guy is really a swordsman, but he is also really strong."

"Big guy?" Chuck breathed a sigh of relief, but also remembered the big guy he saw at the door of the bar.

"Orange shirt, jeans?"

"Yes—why, did you see him?"

"I saw it, that guy is really strong as hell"

Chuck and Liles talked and drank as usual.

At this moment, a pair of eyes were quietly peeking into the bar through the window.

(End of this chapter)