Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 467 Be lenient with yourself, strict with others

"You want to take them down? Then you'll have to deal with Walter first."

After saying this, Maeve remained calm, as if she had just been chatting casually with Superman.

Clark hadn't expected that the other party, a veteran superhero of Vought International, would be so rebellious. He subconsciously scanned his surroundings to make sure there were no surveillance cameras or listening devices nearby.

He wasn't afraid of Vought, but Maeve was different from him, and Homelander would most likely be able to kill this female warrior who was focused on physical enhancement.

“What’s there to be nervous about?” Maeve laughed again. “It was just a joke. Besides gossiping about Walter like this, what else can we do to the company? Without it, where would we make money?”

"Among the seven, apart from oddballs like me, don't the rest of you all absolutely love this company?"

This attitude made Clark breathe a slight sigh of relief. He still remembered what Old Ma had said—he came in to get in touch with the dirty tricks of the Vought Corporation, and even to become a strong witness to expose Vought. If Maeve had exposed him at the beginning, the plan would probably have to be changed.

But as it stands now, Walter is already used to the heroes' discontent and doesn't care. As long as he can attract the Seven with benefits, everyone will obediently listen to him.

Even Maeve, the biggest troublemaker, only uttered a few words of dissatisfaction out of dislike for the other members of the Seven; she wasn't a true traitor.

"Since you don't like the Deep Sea or the Invisible Man doing things like this, why don't you just stop them?" Clark asked. "You should be able to do that, right?"

Can I do it?

Maeve gave Clark a meaningful look: "There are six pieces of trash in the Seven, and one Homelander. Not to mention whether I want to or not, even if I wanted to manage them all, if the remaining idiots don't listen to me, or even plan to fight me, it will damage Vought's image and stock price."

"At that time, the Homelanders will have to step in."

"Why do you think I would advise you to join Walter, to join the Seven?"

Clark didn't speak. He noticed that when Maeve mentioned Homelander's name, her body tensed up instinctively and trembled slightly, a sign of tension and vigilance.

Out of fear, he silently thought to himself, Maeve is afraid of Homelanders.

Or rather, when he bumped into the train engine on the street, and when he pried open the iron gate and saw the deep sea, their reactions were actually the same as Maeve's.

They were all afraid of Homelander, every single one of the Seven.

This angered him. He was a Kryptonian himself, capable of flying and burrowing, with a body of steel. He knew how powerful he was, and he knew he should use it to protect others, not to intimidate them.

We should teach others to love themselves, not to fear them.

What do you think of our powerful nation?

Starlight emerged from the bathroom and saw Superman and Queen Maeve standing motionless in the doorway. She couldn't help but ask, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing. You'll officially start work tomorrow, so get some rest tonight."

Maeve waved to the two of them: "Let's talk next time."

Starlight looked at Clark suspiciously, but Clark simply comforted her, "She's right, you should get some rest."

"You will face the deep sea tomorrow, while I will face a locomotive tomorrow."

"A locomotive?" Starlight couldn't understand Clark's words at all, and she went home completely bewildered.

That night, Ma Zhaodi did not stay in the hotel. He left the hotel alone and rode a motorcycle on the road.

"Finally, I don't have to decorate the food truck anymore?"

The three-wheeled vehicle's voice was much lighter this time, probably because the feeling of speeding up like a motorcycle made her feel free, and she became more proactive in her speech.

“There’s no tenfold reward in this world.” Ma Zhaodi shrugged. “Business trips outside of DC are really troublesome. Communication is barely possible, but it’s not the internal universe. System skills require spending asset points to be effective. In the end, I still have to find a way to make money.”

As for the previous $100,000, just as he expected, it still wouldn't count as compensation for his work—unless he became the HR manager of Water Company, and recruiting people would count as a performance bonus.

"So stingy"

"Lock, jail, help me meow! I'm really going to die meow!"

The silly cat's voice also rang out at this moment, but it was using the team communication. At this moment, it was holding a mini incense burner with wisps of smoke in its left hand, a strangely shaped flute in its right hand, a large shield on its back, and scurrying around the system space on its two round little legs.

Behind it, a giant gorilla, over two meters tall, was hot on its heels. Its brown fur was covered in strange patterns, and it had two huge bull horns on its head. The hair on its neck and head was wild and thick, like a lion's mane, and it had a pair of long, thick fangs in its mouth.

Just looking at the bulging muscles on its thick arms, even if it were to throw a wild punch, it would be enough to send a person flying.

"Roar!"

A terrifying shockwave erupted from the ape god—no, from that gorilla—who was thoroughly annoyed by the clumsy cat jumping around, and was now extremely angry.

Looking at those round, blood-red eyes, the silly cat couldn't help but swallow.

"Lord! I'm going to get beaten to death by the Golden Lion, meow!"

"You won't die, train for another hour."

Ma Zhaodi waved his hand: "You stayed with me for a whole instance, but you didn't participate in any battles. If you keep going like this, how long will it take before you're still just a fat cat that only knows how to eat?"

"Your incredible perseverance in locking blood with honey bugs, your super-defensive cat taunt shield scarecrow, and that musical instrument in your hand, when will you ever reach the maximum proficiency level? Without some training, you won't be able to use any of them."

"Don't worry, this is a training arena that I paid a lot of money to have the system find for you. There's no way out of here except by the cat cart. With two hundred thousand US dollars in asset points, if you don't take off, who will?"

"I don't want this kind of literal takeoff, meow! And why is this horned gorilla called the Golden Lion, meow!"

Boom!
The shockwave from the turtle's punch slammed into the protective shield, sending the cat flying into the sky.

“It’s alright. This is a golden lion that hasn’t eaten a unicorn horn. The combat level of those that have eaten unicorn horns is too high, and I can’t afford to pay for it,” Ma Zhaodi comforted. “So this one won’t shoot lasers from its mouth. You can also call it a gorilla lion.”

"That explanation won't comfort the cat at all, meow!"

However, Ma Zhaodi was always lenient with himself but strict with others. He turned off the panel and continued riding his little motorcycle on the road.

She even took a bite of the cream puff in her hand.

(End of this chapter)