Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 44 Interrogation
For a second, Ma Zhaodi's voice reminded the supervisor of Gollum in The Lord of the Rings, a hunchbacked monster with a rat-like face, who was raging in a dark corner at the bewitching One Ring.

“precious! my precious!”

"Salary! My salary!"

Exactly the same.

"You've already got your One Ring!" The supervisor, already nearly driven insane by the damned chandelier and Batman, now broke down and raged incoherently, "I got it at the beginning of the month! Damn it, it's his salary, not the Ring—and I'm a fucking idiot!"

Ma Zhaodi was sure that if there was still light in the room at this time, the supervisor's face would definitely be red.

The lack of light wasn't such a bad thing, though, because the supervisor now sounded like he really wanted to shoot him, and maybe himself as well.

Batman didn't understand what the two men were doing, so he just calmly knocked down the restaurant employees who had drawn their guns one by one. Finally, after two minutes, all the armed employees in the restaurant fell down. Only the supervisor was unable to draw his gun and shoot because of Ma Zhaodi's entanglement, so he escaped for the time being.

"Hurry up and say it! Hurry up and say it!" Ma Zhaodi watched Batman disappear into the darkness, alarm bells ringing in his heart. He shook the supervisor's body frantically: "Say it, say it!"

"Don't block my shot! You he——"

The supervisor's words came to an abrupt end. A tall and stern black figure appeared silently beside the two men, stretched out a hand, grabbed the gun in the supervisor's hand, and pressed him to the ground.

"Do not--"

Ma Zhaodi let out a desperate cry in his heart. At this moment, he finally understood his supervisor's feelings. It was the feeling of watching a huge sum of money slip through his fingers.

Of course, he was also concerned about the safety of his supervisor, but Batman didn't kill people anyway, so he definitely wouldn't die, at most he would just suffer a little.

But my situation is much more miserable. Not to mention whether Batman will break my bones, I have been working hard for a month and finally got enough work. Now it’s time to get paid, and the company is going to be closed down.

For Ma Zhaodi, this was simply the most desperate thing he had encountered today.

"Someone carved an ugly pumpkin in the restaurant the day before Halloween. Where is he?"

I retracted my previous statement. The previous incident was the second most desperate thing Ma Zhaodi encountered today.

A cold and low voice sounded, and Batman completely ignored Ma Zhaodi who was lying on the ground beside him. This guy didn't even pull out his gun. The moment the supervisor was restrained, he lay on the ground with his hands on his head. There was no sign of resistance from him, only a strong desire to survive.

But the moment he heard Batman's words, Ma Zhaodi's eyes went dark and he began to search for quick life recovery in the mall.

"Damn, I knew Batman was the biggest psychopath in Gotham City. He could even find out this kind of information—I only spent half an hour carving in the shop."

When the supervisor who was being held down heard Batman's question, he was stunned at first, then he fell to the ground and burst into laughter, laughing so hard that he fell backwards.

"Hahahaha—that's it?" He laughed and sneered, "Ha, is this what Gotham City's Nightmare is all about? Hahaha, ahem, investigating a murder case leads to a fool carving an ugly pumpkin?"

"What's wrong with not being able to carve a pumpkin? If the pumpkin is ugly, will I eat your rice?"

Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but raised his head and retorted: "The pumpkin I carved clearly has a strong artistic atmosphere. It's you who lacks artistic talent, okay?" At this time, the supervisor and Batman looked over at the same time. The supervisor had a look as if he was looking at a fool, while Batman put him on the ground.

"So, you carved that pumpkin?"

Would Batman act without first checking the identities of everyone in the restaurant? He simply hadn't had time to confirm whether he was really just a stranger who had just arrived in Gotham.

Ma Zhaodi's heart was pounding. Only when he really faced the huge black bat could he realize how terrifying the other party's oppression was. In just two minutes, he beat more than a dozen Falcone gangsters with guns to their knees and unable to move. Even if he did it under the cover of tonight's thunderstorm, it was enough to show how strong he was.

Muay Thai, boxing, taekwondo, judo, ninjutsu, Brazilian jiu-jitsu. He's proficient in all 127 martial arts. Degrees in criminology, law, biology, physics, advanced chemistry, and medicine only scratch the surface of his knowledge. Rigorous physical training, a specialized diet, and biofeedback training, begun at age 11, have elevated his physique to the pinnacle of human fitness. He's earned titles like Master of Tactics, Master of Interrogation, and Fear Incarnate.

Batman can almost be called a perfect human being in a certain sense. Only such a person can use his flesh and blood to beat the gangsters, killers, criminals, and super criminals in Gotham City who use ice, fire, tricks, playing with human nature, magic, mutations, immortality, inanimate objects, etc. to their knees and then take them back to the cells or Arkham Asylum.

And now, such a person is standing in front of him. Although he is not as sharp and terrifying as he will be when he matures in the later stage, it is still easy to get some secrets out of his mouth.

"Boom!"

A loud thunder exploded outside the window again, and the lightning that cut through the night sky illuminated the room. The cold and solemn shadow of a bat was projected onto Ma Zhaodi, completely plunging him into darkness.

"Yes, I carved it. It's not illegal to carve a pumpkin for Halloween—"

"But murder is illegal, and leaving a pumpkin at a murder scene is just as ugly."

"What do you mean 'equally ugly'? The locals in Gotham City are so rude."

As Ma Zhaodi said this, he took out a small pumpkin lantern from his pocket. The eyebrows and eyes carved on it were almost as ugly as the pumpkin found at the scene of Johnny Vitti's death.

But if Batman were to judge, the one in front of him seemed to be uglier.

"Where did you go after you left home on Halloween?"

"On the street, hanging out with the costumed crowd on Halloween."

Batman's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a look of dissatisfaction.

Seeing the situation was not good, Ma Zhaodi immediately pleaded for mercy: "Don't hit me, don't hit me! I went to the diamond district and wore a pumpkin headgear that I carved myself."

"Where's your hood?"

"It's at home, and I haven't had time to eat it yet."

"Did you see the fire at the factory?"

When Ma Zhaodi heard this question, his heart tightened.

(End of this chapter)