Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 18 Red, Red

Ma Zhaodi could actually understand his colleagues' fear of this guest.

As mentioned before, Gotham has a Black Knight, often thought of as a freak in tights or some kind of urban legend. But there is also a White Knight, who is not just a legend or an illusion, but a real person and is ruthless.

Harvey Dent, the district attorney of Gotham City. If there are any people in Gotham who are determined to defend justice at this time, there are probably only three in total: a bat, a sheriff, and the last one is the white knight in front of him.

This trinity consists of one person who is responsible for fighting violence with violence at night, one who is responsible for bringing criminals to the police station in front of the public, and the last one, Harvey Dent, who is responsible for full prosecution to ensure that those scum criminals receive the punishment they deserve.

Because of Harvey Dent's unwavering resolve and determination, Gotham's gangs, both large and small, knew the name of this unyielding prosecutor. He held some leverage over them, having imprisoned several gang members. While they were at odds with each other, they also held a certain amount of respect for him.

In Gotham, there are countless people who want to be good people, but only a few can withstand the blow of reality and insist on being good people.

But the problem is, Ma Zhaodi is also afraid of him.

The White Knight is the brightest being when he becomes hope, but becomes the most twisted and divided being after he falls into darkness.

You're afraid of Harvey Dent, but what about me? I'm not afraid of Two-Face. Am I really your colleague?
"Hello, Mr. Dent, please follow me."

Harvey Dent nodded at him, staring at his face with sharp eyes for a few seconds, and suddenly asked: "I noticed that your smile seems a little stiff. Are you feeling unwell? Or a little nervous?"

"No, no, I'm in good spirits. I just love my job so I'm a little excited, that's all, hahaha."

Ma Zhaodi tried hard to make his smile look natural so as not to leave an impression on the future super criminal.

"Oh, really?" He smiled meaningfully. "I thought you didn't like me very much."

"How could that be? Red Dragon sincerely welcomes every guest who comes. I'm honored to serve you, hahahaha."

I was so stupid, really. I only knew that few superheroes were rich, and those who were rich would not come here. I didn't know that Harvey Dent also had the bad habit of jumping on people's faces.

If he hadn't come here today to mock the Falcone family and gather information, I, Ma Zhaodi, would have written my name backwards.

Looking at Harvey Dent's bright and sharp eyes, Ma Zhaodi felt a little nervous.

I hope he won’t remember me after he becomes Superman. Otherwise, if he just flips a coin and it lands on heads, he’s Superman today, and it lands on tails, he’s Superman tomorrow, then won’t I definitely be the one getting jumped?

Is there going to be a fight soon? It shouldn't be that serious, right?

"Then bring the menu. A few scumbags were taken to the police station yesterday. I'm in a good mood and have a good appetite today. I'm thinking about how many years of imprisonment I should prosecute them and give them."

"Ah, this"

Ma Zhaodi handed over the menu and glanced back. In the crowd, several faces were turning red at a visible speed. This gave him a vague sense of foreboding.

Don't fuck with me.

"Those scumbags are just like rats - have you ever seen a group of rats?" He flipped through the menu with great interest, and said with some interest: "I've seen quite a few. The big ones are very cunning. They hide in their nests during the day and only dare to come out at night to bite people." This time almost half of them turned red.

Stop talking, stop talking, Ma Zhaodi was terrified. If he continued, everything would turn red.

"But gutter rats don't have much loyalty or family values, and the young ones are all very stupid. If we catch a few, we can bring out the rest of the brood."

All red, hahahaha.

Ma Zhaodi looked around desperately to see if there was any place that could serve as cover, and then carefully felt the Beretta under his suit.

When we fight later, don't let the blood splash on me.

Fortunately, after Harveyden finished ordering the dishes, he did not continue to torture Ma Zhaodi. He just casually asked some questions about the dishes and wine, which were clearly written in the guide.

The wine in this kind of store is just sold with stories. A bottle of wine of a specific year and brand, its production area, its grape variety, the weather of that year, the history of the winery, the unique flavor of the wine, etc., are all carefully recorded in that big guidebook. No matter how interesting the story is, it only becomes capital to sell it at a high price.

There are just dozens of kinds of wine, and naturally there are dozens of stories. It is more of a test of people than a test of wine. Being able to remember all of them and introduce them to guests fluently is the composure of an experienced waiter.

As for observing and responding to customers, Ma Zhaodi had originally planned to rely on his aura to fool them, but today, when he met Harvey, he saved himself the trouble. Most of the time, he used conversations with Ma Zhaodi as an opportunity to provoke other gang members.

Ma Zhaodi served the dishes one by one with trepidation. Several times he saw his colleagues reaching their hands towards the waist of their suits, and then being held down by others.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

The phone suddenly rang, and Harvey's happy mood was suddenly interrupted. He hurriedly answered the phone, said a few words, and then paid the bill and left the restaurant.

Ma Zhaodi was confused and didn't understand what was going on, but he did get his first tip and asset points, which made him quite happy.

The members of the restaurant seemed relieved. If Harvey Dent had stayed any longer, they might not have been able to control their anger.

I don't know why Harvey Dent was so good at seizing the opportunity. He just made an appointment for today's location a few days ago, and Maroni's men happened to be taken to the police station yesterday.

If this is a coincidence, if they just happened to collide with each other, then Ma Zhaodi is really lucky.

Fortunately, the next guests were all normal people, and the supervisor's judgment of Ma Zhaodi was not wrong. His appearance and temperament could indeed cover up the awkwardness of many novices.

There were hundreds of all kinds of upper-class people coming and going in the restaurant, and Ma Zhaodi received them one after another, which really broadened his horizons.

Be it a picky and demanding elite, a hot-tempered menopausal woman, a conceited birdman, or an arrogant and domineering idiot, those colleagues can handle it with ease. Their main job is even gangsters, and being a waiter is just a part-time job, which makes Ma Zhaodi call them professional.

But he did not make no contribution at all. He was responsible for receiving the hot-tempered menopausal woman. As soon as he showed up, the lady's anger disappeared completely.

Maybe he was born to do this.

(End of this chapter)