Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 3 Why is there really someone robbing the poor guy?

Ma Zhaodi walked aimlessly on the streets of Gotham. Miraculously, he had been wandering like this for twenty minutes, but he didn't encounter a single robber.

He even wondered if he had come to a fake Gotham.

"Hey, my friend."

Just as he was thinking this, a man wearing sunglasses, a mask, a hood and a sweatshirt stopped him on the street.

Shit, I finally met him. Ma Zhaodi thought, whether he could get his first pot of gold tonight depends on this one time.

Although begging may not be considered getting rich through hard work, at least it can help him buy some food, and the money in the system can be saved as much as possible.

In the next second, the man pulled out a pistol from his trouser pocket and pointed it at Ma Zhaodi. His voice was fierce and high: "Stop talking nonsense and take out everything you have on you."

The sound was so loud that several passers-by turned their heads to look, then quickened their pace and disappeared into the street.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Ma Zhaodi's original intention of asking for some money suddenly stopped. Damn it, the criminals in Gotham City are too high-level, and they start with pulling out a gun.

Even if you take out a machete, at least you can still have some courage to speak.

Ma Zhaodi didn't dare to look directly at the muzzle of the pistol, but subconsciously looked at the upper right corner of his vision. The quick life recovery and save point were there, ready to be used and effective at any time. Most importantly, there were still about ten minutes of safe time left, which made him regain some sanity.

Seeing that he didn't move, the man's voice became louder, almost hysterical: "I say! Take out everything you have!"

The pistol was thrust forward fiercely, almost touching Ma Zhaodi's head. He subconsciously took a few steps back, then stood still, reaching his hand tremblingly into his coat pocket.

Then he pulled out two empty pockets that were turned inside out, which were cleaner than his face.

The reason why it is said to be cleaner than the face is because Ma Zhaodi feels that he has been in Gotham City for a long time, and the stubble on his face has begun to grow a little.

"Are you fucking kidding me!"

Ma Zhaodi could feel that the robber opposite was rapidly gaining popularity, so even though he was very scared, his desire to survive drove him to explain.

"You can't blame me for not having money. Do you think I really want to be poor?"

"Who are you calling a poor guy?"

Damn, how come some people would have PTSD after hearing these two words? I don’t even have such a big reaction myself.

Ma Zhaodi cursed inwardly, but his mood eased a little. He reached into his trouser pocket and said, "Let me show you. There's nothing in my trouser pocket either."

The man's eyes followed Ma Zhaodi's hand. Since he couldn't see clearly through his sunglasses at night, he had to free up one hand to lift his glasses: "I'm watching you, don't play tricks."

Then Ma Zhaodi, who was not good at playing tricks, pulled out two empty trouser pockets that were turned inside out.

His voice even had a hint of tears in it: "You must be hiding something, take off your clothes! Let me search!" Ma Zhaodi did not resist at all, took off his coat immediately and raised his hands.

If you can find a penny, I will call you the God of Wealth on the spot.

The man searched for a long time but found nothing. He was almost in despair and sat down on the ground in a daze, not caring about Ma Zhaodi beside him. He didn't know what he was thinking about. After a while, he actually hugged his head and started crying.

Ma Zhaodi put on his coat again and sat beside him, comforting him: "It's okay. Everyone has bad luck sometimes. If you really don't want to go home empty-handed, I can give you my coat."

"Who the hell wants your coat?"

The man swung his pistol at Ma Zhaodi, causing pain in his arm. He raised the gun and pointed it at him: "What do you, a poor bastard, know? You won't even survive tonight!"

"I know you're a newbie and this is your first time doing something like this. I've been walking around the streets for so long, and all the robbers can see that I'm a penniless pauper with even cleaner pockets than my face, but you didn't see that."

The man's hand holding the gun trembled twice, and the tears in his eyes gradually turned into a red face.

"You robbed me at night wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hoodie, but you didn't wear gloves, the safety on your pistol wasn't on, and your gun might not even be real. You didn't drag me into the alley immediately after you apprehended me. You made too much noise during the robbery, attracting too much attention. You repeatedly extended the barrel of your gun too far forward, and even completely lost focus on your hand while I was reaching into my pants pocket. You gave others too many opportunities to take your gun."

"You he——"

"You weren't emotionally stable enough, and you didn't rob thoroughly enough. You could have taken my coat and other clothes, but you didn't. You could have left immediately after the robbery failed, but you didn't. You sat here and started crying."

"Shut the fuck up!"

The man swung the butt of his gun again, but this time Ma Zhaodi dodged it.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry. Most people wouldn't go out on the street to rob people for no reason. So if you run into any problems, what if I can help you?"

The man didn't want to waste time talking to him. He put away his gun and wiped the tears from his face. When he took off his sunglasses, Ma Zhaodi saw his bloodshot eyes, dark circles, and his mental state that was about to collapse.

"There are already enough crazy people in Gotham City. We don't need another one."

Ma Zhaodi said behind him, "You're out robbing people, which means you're short of money. You're using a fake gun, which shows you have a relatively high moral standard and education level. You have dark circles under your eyes, which means you've been struggling with money for a long time. The money you need must be a lot."

"You can't possibly rob a bank. That's the business of super criminals and gangsters. I don't recommend you get involved. Trying your luck on the street is just as much of a risk as trying your luck with me. If you talk to me, maybe I can help you."

The man paused and spoke again in a hoarse voice: "Why are you helping me?"

"I don't help people for free. I'm new to Gotham City and I don't know anyone there. I need a reliable job, and I don't have a place to stay tonight. If I can't help you, we'll go our separate ways. You go back home, and I'll sleep on the street. If I can help you, we'll hit it off. I'll stay at your house temporarily and help you solve your problem, and you'll help me find a reliable job. Of course, it doesn't have to be unreliable, as long as it doesn't kill anyone."

The man hesitated for a long time, finally turned around and walked back, slowly sitting next to Ma Zhaodi.

"You're not from Gotham, I'll trust you this time." He took off his glasses and stared blankly at the dark Gotham night sky: "Anyway, I don't have any other choice."

(End of this chapter)