Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 28: When you go out, you have to make your own reputation

“Magic and miracles aren’t free.”

——by the legendary tough king John Constantine

Sorry for the mistake, this sentence was said by Lu Xun.

If the previous consecration and exorcism was a magic spell instead of a prop, Ma Zhaodi would not dare to use it directly, because in this world, the power of magic basically has an owner, and each kind of power has its own source.

Learning magic is not about gaining power, but about learning how to borrow power from the source. Unfortunately, the demons or high-level beings who control every source are not philanthropists. They often charge a price from those who use magic. It can be a day's good luck, or a person's destiny and soul.

The power contained in this one-time consecration item was considered to be the vein of the person in heaven, and it was just right for exorcism. In this professional match, Ma Zhaodi only used the item and did not need to pay any price.

Otherwise, he wouldn't risk touching magical items, not because he was afraid of abusing magic and getting into trouble with creditors, but because he was afraid of being linked to certain people. After all, teammates were also one of the prices a mage could sacrifice, and some mages were indeed accustomed to doing so.

Ma Zhaodi was thinking about all these random things aimlessly. He drove his car and bought some food on the way and drove all the way back home.

"Clap"

He drove to the open space on the roadside outside Drake's building, got out, and locked the door. He had just spent one dollar of asset points on the system map to find a parking spot, and the result showed that every place in the surrounding area could be a parking space. Although this was strange, the system had not yet tricked him.

"God bless you, you are actually okay."

Drake got out of a nearby taxi with a curious look on his face. "This car doesn't look as weird as the boss said."

"Damn, two damn idiots." The taxi driver on the side cursed inwardly, quickly started the car, and fled away.

He followed the car all the way as Drake requested, and only now could he see the details of the car body. Although it had not yet been installed with a license plate and the paint had been completely repainted gray, he still recognized this famous death car on the Gotham accident list.

Damn it, how dare someone drive this car on the road? He is really not afraid of death.

Ma Zhaodi, who was standing by, saw the driver walking away quickly and turned to ask Drake, "What happened to him?"

"I don't know. Maybe they're running out of orders for Gotham Hospital, so they're in a hurry to get the next one." Derek shook his head. "Who cares?"

"Thank you."

"Yesterday, the Gotham Police Department once again arrested a large number of gang members. According to Commissioner Gordon, this arrest operation was assisted by Gotham City's masked vigilante, Batman."

"So far, Batman has helped the Gotham Police Department arrest dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of Gotham gangsters. This makes me wonder: does the Gotham Police Department need the help of a masked outlaw to perform its normal duties? Do we have to rely on a masked man who uses violence and violates the law to help us enforce the law?"

"Although Commissioner Gordon has repeatedly stated that Batman is harmless, none of the captured gangsters and criminals have broken their arms, legs, or ribs themselves. No one has ever been able to enter the police station unscathed by this violent vigilante."

"Gotham's District Attorney, Mr. Harvey Dent's attitude towards Batman is also ambiguous. Has Gotham's judicial justice been fully influenced or even controlled by a hidden illegal vigilante? None of us knows."

Lady Camilla sat at the small table, watching the TV with great interest.

"We all know that this newspaper is owned by the Falcone gang." Drake sneered disdainfully as he entered the room.

"Listening to them talk is like listening to a mouse condemning a rat exterminator. They talk about fairness, justice, respect for life, and independence and equality, but in reality, they're just dogs who want to be manipulated by profit. Gotham has had a few conscientious police officers and prosecutors in the past decade, but they've all been hounded and bitten by them." "I'll assume you're still talking about the newspaper." Ma Zhaodi hung his coat by the door. "So you support Batman?"

"No matter how correct the words are, they will change their meaning. Anyway, I don't support this group of people." Drake shook his head. "But my opinion doesn't matter. I'm not from Gotham, and I won't stay here for long."

"That's true. After you leave, I will renew the lease of this house."

"Why renew the lease? With $50,000 and your job, you can probably afford to buy a smaller house in some parts of Odisburg."

"Stop, it's impossible. If I can ever find work in another city, I'll definitely be the first one to go. Buying a house in Gotham is a complete loss. I'll be more worn out in one year living here than in ten years in other cities combined."

Derek paused, finding it completely impossible to refute.

Everyone knows that Gotham's daily life isn't exactly vibrant and vibrant, but rather a whirlwind of smoke and gunfire. Every building here could be destroyed at any moment by a bomb, a missile, or a raging fire. Consequently, those involved in real estate in Gotham are rarely simple individuals, and those who buy property there are often those who can't leave.

Lady Camilla interrupted at this time: "Ma Zhaodi, where did you get the cross necklace around your neck?"

"Oh, we went to buy a car today and I got it from there. I really liked it, so I put it on."

"It's so beautiful." Camilla subconsciously stared at the sparkling necklace. As a Christian who has suffered from illness for many years, she can definitely be called pious. Therefore, when she saw the necklace worn by Ma Zhaodi, she felt an inexplicable sense of warmth.

Seeing the situation was not good, Ma Zhaodi immediately shifted the blame: "Drake, why don't you get Lady Camilla a cross necklace?"

"Don't talk nonsense. The church clearly gave her a blessed cross necklace." Derek muttered, "She just likes beautiful, glowing jewelry."

Camilla raised her eyebrows: "Do you have any objections?"

"No." Derek immediately expressed his loyalty: "I'll buy you one this afternoon."

"I'll lend you my keys." Ma Zhaodi took out his original car keys. "Just drive slowly on the road. Nothing will go wrong."

Drake looked at the key, thought for a long time, and still didn't dare to take it.

That night.

Several furtive figures were wandering in the streets and alleys of the slums. One of them saw a car parked ostentatiously on the side of the road, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Leon, hey, look at that car over there, we're so lucky today."

Hearing this, Leon turned his head to glance at the cars on the road, then immediately turned and left.

"How lucky are you that you didn't even recognize the Death Car? The driver just broke the news today that the Falcone family's Death Car has finally been sold. Do you still want to steal it back for him?"

"Get out of here, idiot! This car better stay parked on the corner forever."

When you are out there, you have to make a name for yourself.

(End of this chapter)