Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 30 Ma Zhaodi's Stop-Loss Method

The thug in the tuxedo remembered clearly that Cobblepot's original words were: "Show them a little color, let them know that it's best not to mess with the Iceberg Restaurant."

In other words, don't kill, just warn.

Batman was currently attacking with heavy punches, beating up Falcone's gang. Cobblepot didn't want to make too deep an enemy with them at this moment, he just wanted to protect his own interests. He smashed up a restaurant to save his face. If he really killed someone, there was no guarantee that Batman would chase Falcone and beat him up, and Falcone would chase Cobblepot and beat him up.

I can't deal with Batman, but can't I deal with you, Cobblepot?
So when the war broke out this time, everyone only brought submachine guns for fire suppression, and no one fired at anyone.

As the fight went on, a loud cry of mourning suddenly came from the other side.

"The supervisor is down!"

There's even a bit of joy in the sadness.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion: "Did their leader fall?"

"It seems so. Then should we still fight?"

Cobblepot's tuxedoed men looked up sharply when they heard this: "Who did this? Who shot their supervisor to death? Cease fire!"

One side ceased fighting, and the other side followed suit. Only the wailing sound still echoed in the empty space of the restaurant, which was extremely conspicuous.

"Help! Help! The supervisor has collapsed! Call an ambulance!"

"Cough, cough, cough." The supervisor, clutching his heart, breathed weakly and uttered a few words with difficulty: "Damn, I'm not even close."

"Boss, please don't be like this."

"You cry, you cry"

"Boss, whatever you want to say, I will definitely bring it to your family."

The supervisor was so angry that he coughed violently a few more times, and the pain from the stitch in the side became even worse, making him speechless for a while.

"Santos! Rick! Castro! Come and see him, woooo ...

"boom!"

The supervisor could no longer bear it. After coming to his senses, he picked up his pistol and shot Ma Zhaodi, interrupting his crying.

"If you howl again, I'll shoot you too, cough cough."

"Holy crap! Their supervisor is alive!"

Everyone looked at the cheering members of Cobert's gang. After the crying Ma Zhaodi, he became the second most handsome guy on the field.

Tuxedo's expression was quite complicated at this moment. Although he felt relieved at this moment, it was obvious that this behavior of cheering for the enemy directly on the spot was really outrageous.

"Idiot!" He slapped him and shouted, "That's their man! What the hell are you so happy about?"

The Cobert gang nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, what are you happy about?"

“It’s best if he looks like her.”

"Ahem!" The man in the tuxedo suddenly coughed loudly, interrupting his men's provocative remarks. Facing the strange looks from everyone in the restaurant, he gritted his teeth and shouted harshly, "Today I'm just teaching you a lesson. Remember this, Cobert and the Iceberg Restaurant are not to be trifled with!"

"let's go!"

The Cobert gang, who seemed to have won, called off the fight, but the people in the restaurant, who seemed to have lost, had different expressions and did not feel that they had suffered any loss in the fight.

Because the highest damage in the entire game was caused by our own people, and only one bullet was used throughout the whole process, which broke the mentality and blood pressure of our own supervisor.

Supervisor "Ma Zhaodi" was helped to a chair and rested for a long time. Finally, he caught his breath and pointed at Ma Zhaodi and yelled, "Do you know how expensive that chandelier is! I told you to shoot at people! I didn't tell you to shoot at the lamp! You've already smashed up the place that Cobert hasn't even finished smashing up!" "You'll have to pay me back within a month! Otherwise, you'll be finished!"

The reason why he was not fired was that Ma Zhaodi's business skills had indeed improved rapidly. Now there were several new female customers he had served who frequently visited the restaurant; most importantly, he had a good relationship with Donald.

"Boss, I don't have money to practice shooting, and didn't you just tell me to just ignore him and shoot him?"

"roll!"

After being scolded, Ma Zhaodi sighed, took out his broken cell phone and checked the time.

It’s ten o’clock sharp, just in time to get off work.

"Great."

He went home with a melancholy look on his face, leaving behind a group of colleagues looking at each other in bewilderment and his supervisor who was blushing again.

The next day, Ma Zhaodi came to work as usual.

"Yesterday's damage tally is in," the sullen supervisor reported to Donald. "No casualties, minimal damage to tables and chairs, a few bottles of wine broken, and the biggest loss was the high-end chandelier."

"No brothers were hurt? That's good."

"We only fought for a few minutes before calling a truce, so there were no casualties. The restaurant's overall losses were only about 30% of those in previous clashes, but without Ma Zhaodi, we wouldn't have..."

"Philip, I promised not to let Ma Zhaodi kill anyone. This bullet is mine."

Donald patted the supervisor on the shoulder: "And he's been driving the death car lately."

"what?"

"This guy has some uncanny luck. I'm not sure if the chandelier incident counts as a loss, but we'll keep him for now." Donald said, turning around and sitting back in his seat. "Let's end this matter here. As for the face issue, the family will get it back sooner or later."

"We want to be with the Penguin"

"It's not decided yet, don't talk nonsense." Donald waved his hand: "The Godfather said, first deal with the Bat-freak, Gordon and Harvey Dent."

"Go and rest. Remember, he's not a member of the family yet. Don't let him shoot—be careful he doesn't shoot one of our own."

When the supervisor heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched violently. Thinking of the scene where Ma Zhaodi aimed at the Penguin from behind and shot one of his own people, he subconsciously trembled and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

If that situation really happened, if he was lucky, he would just be killed by an ordinary little brother. If he was less lucky, he would be shot by Ma Zhaodi. If he was unlucky, Ma Zhaodi would kill his own boss with one shot.

Ma Zhaodi was eating the staff breakfast provided by the restaurant when he saw Philip coming over. He hurriedly put down his knife and fork and gave his supervisor a flattering smile.

"Hey Boss, how did you sleep last night?"

The supervisor, who had been busy all night directing the cleanup, suddenly felt dizzy. He desperately suppressed his blood pressure, which was rising again, and said coldly to Ma Zhaodi, "Donald said he would spare you the chandelier incident."

Ma Zhaodi felt relieved. Donald at least kept his word, which saved him from having to look for a second job or find ways to get compensation.

"Thanks."

"Thank you, Donald." The supervisor frowned. "Also, that car you're driving isn't very safe—where's that wheelchair you used to commute to get off work?"

"It was robbed." Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "I live in the East District."

"Find a way to get to work by a different means of transportation, and try to drive that car less often." The supervisor sighed and shook his head: "Ma Zhaodi"

"what happened?"

"If you have nothing to do, go practice your shooting more often. Just mention my name and I'll give you a 70% discount."

(End of this chapter)