Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 213 The Ever-Changing Clay Face

Clearly, Ma Zhaodi didn't buy that beret for warmth either.

While it does offer some warmth, its most important attribute is its sanity (SAN value) recovery effect. According to the system's evaluation, the Mad Hatter's mind control ability has not yet reached the advanced level, and this hat, combined with Ma Zhaodi's basic mental resistance, is already sufficient to provide adequate resistance.

"I have 180,000 asset points left. I'll save them for now, in case of any emergencies."

Ma Zhaodi ripped off the black hood of his cloak, transmogrified it with a rather warm beret, and then replaced it—the transmogrification service cost him a thousand dollars in assets, a bit pricey, but worthwhile.

As soon as he set off on his bicycle from the East District, the soldier at the gate immediately reported it to the Riddler.

"Boss, Thor has already set off."

"Has the secret message been passed down?"

"The word has been spread: none of our people will be helping Bicycle Man fight Mad Hatter tonight. The Upper West Side staff will all be helping Clayface fight Batman."

“Very good—also, from now on you will all call me Riddler, and stop calling me Boss.”

After hanging up the communication at the door, the riddle teller immediately contacted Mudface using a communicator.

"Mudface, go and start a war with Solomon right now."

"Roger that, boss."

Nigma's hand, gripping the communicator, bulged with veins. He immediately hung up and then made another call.

“That idiot Thor has already set off; you guys should spread the word now.”

"Boss, are we really going to do this? Won't this let the Joker know our plans for tonight?"

"It's not about letting the Joker know, it's about letting the Mad Hatter know. There's a fundamental difference between the two. And now, I'm giving you my orders, so just do as I say."

"Understood, boss."

"From now on, none of you are allowed to call me 'boss' anymore!"

On the Upper West Side, a young man in a hoodie put away his phone and looked at a factory three blocks away. It was the most heavily guarded place in the area, patrolled by countless gang members and ordinary people, all of whom wore hats.

Black, white, red, cloth, velvet, wool
Besides the gangsters all wearing felt hats, there were women wearing headscarves, cowboys wearing cowboy hats, children wearing baseball caps, and young men wearing hoodies. These ordinary Gotham residents were like patrolling gangsters at this moment, all carrying guns. No matter how harmless they looked, they would not hesitate to pull the trigger on anyone at the Mad Hatter's command.

This is the Mad Hatter's mind control ability. He hides the control chip in his hat, and anyone who wears the hat will be controlled by him without exception. In fact, the number of people he controls is not yet his limit, but the Joker does not allow him to control too many people—otherwise, this war might very well turn into a war between the Mad Hatter and the Riddler.

After all, supervillains have little moral sense or loyalty, and the alliances they form are very loose; whoever has the biggest fist naturally becomes the boss.

"So the Mad Hatter also manages Solomon's territory. But that makes sense, that zombie is just too stupid to manage an area."

Just then, a patrol of the Falcone family members happened to walk towards the street where the man was. The young man muttered something softly, and his entire body, along with his clothes, quickly faded and softened, turning into a yellow lump of mud. Then, he crawled into a dark alley.

Just then, the patrol team entered the street. After looking around, the gunmen found nothing unusual and prepared to leave.

At that moment, a blurry shadow moved in the dark alley.

"Huh? What's that thing?"

The gunman at the back of the line happened to spot the shadow. He immediately raised his gun, aimed it at the alley, and alerted the gunman in front of him.

"Hey, wait a minute! I think I see something in the alley."

The other gunmen were equally alert. His warning caused them to immediately stop and raise their guns, ready to fire into the alley. "Should we go check what's going on?"

"Uh, I'm a little scared, can we not go in?"

"What's there to be afraid of? There are so many of us. Even if Batman came, he couldn't withstand so many rifles firing at once."

"What if it's not Batman who comes?"

"You're such a coward. Never mind, get me a flashlight."

The lead gunman immediately switched on his flashlight, shining it into the alley. The bright white beam swept across the sewage, then the trash cans, and then...
"what!"

Everyone saw a yellow shadow flash by, and everyone immediately prepared to pull the trigger. Then, the yellow shadow darted out of the alley.

"Don't fire! Don't fire!"

The lead gunman's voice suddenly rang out, stopping the other gunmen from instinctively firing. Then, everyone saw the true form of the yellow figure.

It was a large golden retriever, tilting its head as it looked at the gunmen's group. It appeared harmless and unafraid of people.

"Damn, I was almost scared to death! It's just a golden retriever, Reggie, what are you doing? You can't believe a dog scared you?"

"Weren't you guys scared too?"

"Alright, alright, it's good that everything's alright. We should go back now."

What should we do with this dog?

"What? Are you afraid it was sent by the Riddler?"

"That's not true."

"Just leave it there, there's no need to worry about it."

The gunmen then turned and walked toward the theater.

Several gunmen couldn't help but look back again. They found that the golden retriever was silently following behind the group, neither making a fuss nor barking.

"That's terrifying! This guy walks without making a sound."

The lead gunman frowned and urged, "Stop looking, let's go."

So the group turned and asked, "What if this dog follows us into the factory?"

"I don't know. Maybe Solomon will smash it into a meat pie, or maybe he'll leave it."

During the conversation, the golden retriever swiftly leaped up and pounced on Reggie's back. Its entire body melted into a puddle of sticky mud in mid-air, instantly enveloping the gunman's entire body.

He struggled desperately in the mud, but his mouth was tightly gagged and his limbs were instantly bound, so he couldn't make a sound. The mud silently carried him into the alley, taking only two or three seconds, and no one in the patrol team noticed.

At this moment, the gunmen couldn't help but turn their heads to look again, but this time, the golden retriever was gone.

"Huh? Where did that dog go? And where's Reggie?"

(End of this chapter)