Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 212 The Riddler is Despicable
It is clear that the Riddler has discovered Ma Zhaodi's weakness.

"Triple bonus."

"No problem, leave this task to me."

Although he subconsciously accepted the riddle-maker's task, Ma Zhaodi still sighed.

"Boss, it's not that I don't trust you, but the Mad Hatter is just too dangerous. I want to take some men with me."

"No, the operation must be conducted covertly."

"Can I make some preparations first?"

"no problem."

"Give me the bonus first; I need this money for the preparation work."

"no problem."

"Send it to me right now."

"It's a word."

The Riddler clapped his hands in a cheerful mood: "Go ahead and collect your prize money. I want to hear the news of the Mad Hatter's defeat before tomorrow morning."

Something's not right, something's really fucking wrong.

As Ma Zhaodi walked out of the hall, he secretly grumbled to himself that the bargaining negotiations had gone too smoothly. After he agreed to carry out the mission, the Riddler suddenly became very easy to talk to.

If there's nothing fishy about this mission, he'd rather twist his own head off and let the Riddler kick it around like a ball—in fact, he already had a slight suspicion about the Riddler's arrangement to send him out to deal with the Mad Hatter.

"Sigh." He sighed silently, "Riddlers are really despicable."

Meanwhile, in the hall, the riddle teller wore a calm smile.

He has figured out the usage patterns of the Abnormal Bicycle Warrior.

“You’ve all heard the recording and know how despicable Thor is—when he has teammates around, he always manages to escape by betraying them. So, as long as he has no teammates to sacrifice, then we don’t need to worry anymore.”

“Now, we can finally make some reliable arrangements, assuming we’ve ruled out that jinx, Mudface.”

"Boss, did you call me?"

Upon hearing the word "boss," the riddle solver subconsciously rubbed his forehead.

"Bashir Carlo, don't you dare imitate that piece of trash Thor's talk!"

"Sorry, boss."

"Get out! Tonight you're dealing with that idiot Solomon! You two are equally incompetent!"

"Okay, boss."

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“Carlo, don’t play the fool,” Poison Ivy said. “It will make you a fool too—you remember who you are, right?”

Inside the room, the burly man, whose body was imposing but whose face did not look very intelligent, began to change shape, eventually turning into a mud figure made entirely of mud.

“I am Mudface.” “Don’t call me Bashir Carlo, Carlo is dead.”

After transforming back into a fierce-looking clay figure, he seemed to no longer play the role of that dim-witted, big, dumb guy, and even his tone became fierce and sullen.

Poison Ivy replied, “Harvey once told me that it’s a very lucky thing to know who you are—you can become anyone, can’t you? With this ability to change, how long has it been since you’ve changed back to your original self? How long has it been since you’ve looked directly at your own face in the mirror? If no one reminds you, you’ll forget your own name one day.”

“I know exactly who I am,” Mudface replied. “I am Mudface now, and I will always be Mudface. Who I am is not important at all. What is important is that there is only one Mudface in this world who can play anyone.”

Poison Ivy looked at Mudface and shook her head helplessly. She wondered if it was because of the influence of her superpowers, but the other person's mind was not working properly.

At this moment, the riddle teller spoke again.

“Mudface, I have one more thing to entrust to you. Because you are Mudface, I trust you to do this—you need to make your move on Solomon as early as possible tonight, the bigger the commotion the better, and make sure to lure Batman over.”

Poison Ivy's pupils contracted sharply; she immediately understood the Riddler's thoughts.

What if Batman hadn't come?

“You don’t need to worry about that,” the Riddler continued. “All you need to know is that if Batman really does show up, your first task will change from dealing with Solomon to stalling for time. You need to hold Batman off.”

"and then?"

"Then wait for notification. You'll receive the evacuation order in an hour at most. The task of delaying and escaping Batman shouldn't be too difficult for you."

Mudface shrugged.

As the moon rose and the sun set, evening quickly arrived, but Ma Zhaodi hadn't actually made any real preparations. In fact, the reason he directly asked the Riddler for three times the bonus was because he had a premonition—this might be the last bit of money he could squeeze out of the Riddler.

Let me see what's going on.

Ma Zhaodi casually opened the system panel. During his time as an undercover agent for the Riddler, he had also been selling intelligence to the Joker, thus gaining a total of $400,000 in asset points. He couldn't help but admire the generosity of his two bosses.

However, the money was not saved; it was all used to upgrade the "I Didn't Kill" skill. After investing a total of 500,000 asset points, the number of skill slots increased to six, the cooldown was reduced to three hours, and the effective time could be freely adjusted from one second to twenty-four hours.

While the low casualty rate during this period was largely due to the Kite Man saving many lives, this skill itself deserves immense credit.

When Ma Zhaodi has nothing to do at the base, he practices this skill on the patrol teams that are going out to patrol that day, as well as on his other supervillain teammates. He also sneaks into the Joker's territory to practice this skill by using his master-level stealth ability.

From the moment he acquired the stealth skill, it became his most frequently used skill, even more so than his use of firearms. In addition, he spent some time learning from Batman and Slade, and through frequent practice after joining the group, Ma Zhaodi's stealth skill was upgraded to master level.

Other skills did not upgrade. Ma Zhaodi guessed that it was probably the combination of advanced theoretical knowledge and frequent practice that could upgrade skills—at most, with a little talent added.

After all, he uses his cooking skills and English much more often than he uses stealth, but nothing has changed so far.

"This triple bonus is almost two hundred thousand. Tsk tsk, the Riddler has really become much richer since Wayne's sponsorship."

He glanced at the intermediate mental resistance item in the shop, which cost a whopping 300,000, even more expensive than some cheaper master-level skills. So, Ma Zhaodi temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​buying it—it wasn't worth spending so many asset points to deal with the Mad Hatter.

Besides, he didn't even have 300,000.

Fortunately, he found another option in the system store.

beret
Price: $5 in asset points
Note: Hurry, hum, hum hum, good eye! This hat is very warm, and it only costs 50 Hurry Coins.

—by the pig-man owner of the sow-ear hat shop
Note 2: No, I didn't buy it for warmth.
—by Vera

(End of this chapter)