Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 205 Mainly Want to Win

The only lesson humanity has learned from history is that humanity learns no lessons.

Three times, three times.

When Ma Zhaodi completed the mission for the third time by sacrificing his teammates, the Riddler finally realized that this guy was not suitable to appear on the battlefield as a combatant.

At least not on a battlefield with Batman.

He had tried so many times before, putting the Psycho Biker in the field position again and again, not to prove that the other party was not a waste. In fact, the first time, he had already understood the other party's ability to escape at the sight of the enemy; and from the second time he used the Psycho Biker and then lost Slade, the nature of the matter had changed.

It doesn’t matter whether this guy can play a role or not. What matters is that the Riddler’s desire to win has risen.

I just don't believe it. I just hired a waste. Could it be possible that I hired a disaster?

At best, he's ineffective, but he can't possibly defeat me, right? Why? How could I, the Riddler, with all his fame, fall to such a fool?
So the Riddler used him a third time, and on the third time, the Scarecrow was gone.

After three times, the Riddler finally realized that although he had turned a disadvantageous situation into an advantageous one despite the debuff of the Psycho Biker, if he really treated the opponent as a combat unit, the advantageous situation would soon become a balanced one.

Fortunately, Batman's fighting style has always been fair. Basically, he gives both sides a lash of the cane. The super criminals under the Riddler and the Joker are basically wiped out in one fell swoop. Except for the fast-running Ma Zhaodi, the super criminals sent by both sides are directly wiped out by Batman.

In the study, Nygma gave private instructions to Two-Face Harvey Dent and Killer Croc Waylon Jones.

"I've given up on that useless Psycho Bicycle Man putting up a fight," the Riddler said bluntly. "Harvey, Waylon, I have high hopes for you two. The Joker's hands are running low. According to reports, three blocks on the Upper West Side are solely controlled by the Ventriloquist. He's not very capable in combat, so you two can easily defeat him. Even if you run into Batman, you'll be able to escape. The Psycho Bicycle Man will follow you; he's just a communications officer."

"Remember, when the Psycho Cyclist starts running, don't stay for too long. If necessary, it's okay to use him as cannon fodder. He has no role in our team."

"Then why insist on sending him out?"

The Riddler sneered, "This is no longer a matter of vision, this is a matter of my dignity."

In other words, it's mainly about winning.

So Two-Face and Killer Croc took the order and left.

"By the way, Waylon, how did you become like this?"

"none of your business?"

On the streets of Gotham City, Crocodile Man, Two-Face, and Ma Zhaodi walked towards the Upper West Side together. According to Ma Zhaodi's description, he was like a giant lizard that had become a spirit. It was big and green, covered with green scales, and had vertical pupils and fangs of a beast on its face.

With a body length of nearly two meters and a weight of three hundred kilograms, he is bigger than two people next to him tied together.

"Wow, don't be so heartless." Ma Zhaodi handed him the oversized roasted leg of lamb. "After all, I've been cooking these past few days. Have you ever seen a better cook than me?"

The crocodile man rolled his eyes, and the beast's pupils rolled up, looking a little fierce, but also a little funny.

"I can eat anything. It doesn't matter whether you cook well or not."

"Wei Lun, you just look like a crocodile, but you are not a real crocodile - only real crocodiles eat raw meat and drink blood. Of course, people can tell good food from bad." Hearing Ma Zhaodi's answer, Wei Lun turned his eyes to him, and his vertical pupils stared deeply at the black robe.

"What if I told you that I once ate a human?"

"Really? I don't believe it."

"You should believe it."

During the conversation, a huge claw rested on Ma Zhaodi's shoulder: "Do you feel it? Boy, this is not human skin, but crocodile scales; this is not human strength, but the brute force of a beast."

"Oh my god, it hurts, it hurts—"

As Ma Zhaodi cried out in pain, Killer Croc retracted his hand and continued gnawing on the lamb leg. His two rows of white teeth were like a meat grinder, crunching the fragrant roasted lamb leg and bones into pieces before swallowing them all. "If you've seen how I eat now, you should know that a lamb leg and a human hand are no different to me."

"But you are still a warm-blooded animal with human body temperature." Ma Zhaodi rubbed his shoulders, then put on disposable dining gloves on his left hand, and took out a steak and a bottle of red wine from the paper bag. Although there were no silver forks and goblets, he was not a high-ranking official anyway. He only paid attention to things like manners when visiting other people's homes. Normally, he just did what he felt comfortable with.

"Having the ability of a beast and having the mind of a beast are two different things. At least in the past two weeks, I haven't seen you eating people. Instead, I've seen you reading."

"I doubt he can understand it," Two-Face said suddenly, tossing a coin around. "A former wrestler and gangster with an alligator tail reading a book on philosophy is so absurd it made me wonder if I was mentally ill."

"No need to doubt it." Killer Croc sneered, "You are crazy. The person talking to me now is Harvey Dent, who may become Two-Face in the next second. I am the beast, and you are a madman."

Ma Zhaodi looked at Killer Croc curiously. "Are you a former wrestler? In the underground boxing ring? And what am I?"

"You're a cowardly fool." Two-Face's eyes, half skinless, turned to look at Ma Zhaodi, a look of horror. "If Harvey hadn't stopped me, I really wanted to kill you. You bring shame to all super criminals. You're not even as courageous as that Kite Man."

"Hey! I fought Deadshot with Slade too, okay?"

When Killer Croc heard Ma Zhaodi's question, he subconsciously thought of his days in the boxing ring.

".It was my first and only legal job, in a circus called Hailey."

"circus?"

"Why, do you think a freak with the appearance of an alligator can find a job anywhere else?"

"Where are your family members?"

"I have no family."

Of course he has a family.

His mother died giving birth to him, and his father hated this monster-like baby and wished he had never had such a child.

By now, Waylon Jones could barely remember his mother and father's faces.

(End of this chapter)