Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 179 A star-studded bar
"Clayface, let our Mr. Chuck out."

As soon as the Riddler finished speaking, the strong man's body began to change again, just like when he "swallowed" Chuck just now. He turned into the brown clay man again and "spit out" Chuck who had been imprisoned in his body.

Chuck was still struggling to recover. He bent over, gasping for air. The feeling of being completely trapped in darkness, unable to speak or move, was too suffocating. Although Clayface had left a passage for air circulation in his body to prevent him from suffocating, the feeling of suffocation was still deep within him.

"Just to be sure, your son has the same name as you, Charlie Brown, correct?"

Hearing this, Chuck's attention was finally drawn to the man at the edge of the stage. He stood up straight and stared at the people in front of him in a trance.

The man leaning against the stage was dressed in green, with a hideous scar in the shape of a question mark on his chest.

The woman next to him was wearing dark green jeans and a sweater, her hair was bright red as fire, and she was holding a seed in her hand.

The tall and strong man behind him shrank rapidly, and his entire body turned into a human-shaped pool of mud.

Riddler, Poison Ivy, Clayface.

Chuck is not a fool. He has worked for the Joker and remembers all the famous super criminals in Gotham City. That is why, as an ordinary person, he trembles when he sees this lineup.

"Your son's name is Charlie Brown, right?"

The Riddler looked at his slightly trembling legs and his cringing eyes, and smiled kindly: "I don't really like repeating questions."

"Yes"

"He and his mother lived in the Cavalere Terrace, correct? Apartment 37, Building G?"

Chuck was silent for a moment after hearing this before he whispered, "Yes."

"Very good." The Riddler's smile widened. "Now, tell me about this meeting you arranged—the meeting with the Joker."

"Old horse?"

On the second night, Chuck went to the bar to get drunk again, and as expected, he saw Ma Zhaodi.

"Oh, Chuck." Ma Zhaodi greeted Chuck with a glass of orange juice. "How have you been lately?"

"not too good"

Chuck sat on the stool next to Ma Zhaodi and looked at the time on his watch worriedly - it was already half past seven.

"Hey, Lao Ma, I have to tell you something. You have to go home today - really, you have to go home."

"Huh? Why?"

Ma Zhaodi took a bite of the fried chicken in his hand, looking a little confused.

"because."

Chuck was feeling very uneasy. The meeting time was in half an hour, and at that time, Batman would start a battle with at least three super criminals in the restaurant. He really didn't want Ma Zhaodi to stay here any longer, as he might be accidentally injured.

In Chuck's eyes, Ma Zhaodi is at least a good friend.

"Because I suddenly feel a little hungry, how about we find a restaurant? I'll treat you."

"Uh, no, this is enough." Ma Zhaodi pointed at his fried chicken meal. "It's actually quite filling and tastes pretty good. Would you like to have one too? Look, I even brought popcorn."

"No, I'll let it go."

Jingle Bell--

Just as Chuck was racking his brains to think of how to kick Ma Zhaodi out, his cell phone rang.

He pulled out his phone. It wasn't a ringing phone, but a text message. "Mr. Chuck, time is almost up, and we don't want anything to go wrong. So, please start drinking now and refrain from any suspicious behavior that might lead to a breach. We're watching you."

Chuck put the phone back in his arms and stopped trying to persuade Ma Zhaodi. Instead, he sighed and ordered a glass of wine.

"What's wrong, Chuck?" Ma Zhaodi asked while chewing on a chicken leg. "Did something happen? Do you need help?"

Chuck shook his head and just kept drinking.

However, when he was half drunk, he couldn't help but start mumbling - this was his habit, when he drank too much he would talk to himself or chat with others.

"Laoma, Lao Ma, nine authors are sitting on a boat, and one jumps into the river. How many creators are left?"

"What?"

"You think there are eight left, but you're wrong. The answer is none. The rest are all plagiarists—but that's not the point. The key word is, is this a joke or a riddle, right?"

Ma Zhaodi thought for a moment and said, "We call this a brain teaser over there."

However, Chuck ignored his answer and continued drinking one glass after another.

"I mean, does it make any difference? Jokes, or riddles, they're all... ah, I still like thinking about the wind—"

"Ah, I see." Ma Zhaodi put down the bone and wiped his hands. "Whether it's a joke or a riddle, you don't want to choose, right? Actually, you're an aerodynamicist with your own life, and 'wind' is what you deal with in your life."

"Yes, yes, that's right."

No one noticed that the bar had become deserted.

The young men playing darts disappeared, the strong men playing poker and gambling around the small table disappeared, the women in cool clothes disappeared, the unconscious drunkards, the people tangled in the corner, or the prostitutes negotiating prices - they all disappeared from the bar.

The only people left in the bar were a bunch of tattooed gangsters, with bulges on their waists and each holding a glass of wine that they had been drinking for half an hour.

Even Liles remained silent, pouring one glass of wine after another. He used to chat with Chuck, but today, he didn't say a single word.

Finally, before Chuck got completely drunk, a slender figure in a tuxedo walked in from the door. The corners of his mouth were still drooping, and he looked quite unhappy.

"Chuck." He came over to the two of them and looked at Chuck, who was half drunk and half awake, wearing a cheap suit and looked like a drunkard. He completely ignored Ma Zhaodi who was busy eating next to him: "Chuck Brown?"

"Uh, Mr. Clown? Yeah, hiccup, it's me."

"Since you're looking for me, does that mean you have something to ask for?"

"Yeah, I'd like to, uh, join you"

Just as the two began to talk, the door of the bar was pushed open again, making a creaking sound.

"Ok?"

The clown frowned. He had already instructed the people at the door to guard the door. Those guys couldn't even do that?
"Oh my, the Joker and his poor little pony, along with a Gotham Police Department cop, gathered in a small bar. This scene is really lively."

An unexpected voice of a clown sounded at the door and the Riddler in a green suit walked through the door.

Behind him followed a humanoid crocodile covered with green scales, a large man with gray skin, and a scarecrow wearing an orange prison uniform.

"Since it's so lively, why not add me in?"

At this moment, the nocturnal creatures hiding on the roof also felt that something was wrong.

"Oh no, the Riddler has brought in other super criminals who weren't planned."

(End of this chapter)