Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 470 By any means necessary
When Ma Zhaodi made a sharp comment about his bulky physique and demeanor, the butcher was clearly not happy.

"Go to hell!"

The butcher was about to swear instinctively when he saw Ma Zhaodi glance at him sideways, and that look made his arms and right hand ache again.

Of course, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he also glanced at his crotch, intentionally or unintentionally.

The butcher's expression immediately changed; his facial muscles twitched slightly, and he hesitated for half a second.

If it were any normal person, they would have swallowed that curse word back at that moment—but clearly, the butcher's mind wasn't that of a normal person, so after hesitating for a moment, he still blurted out the curse.

"Go to hell! My name is Billy Butcher (which means butcher in English), and I don't actually work as a butcher."

He paused again at this point.

"However, I do fucking enjoy killing animals."

With the left brain attacking the right brain and Sharp Point responsible for thinking, Billy Butcher's rebellious phase will probably not end until the day he dies.

"He won't listen to reason, he won't listen to force, and he always likes to go against people. How did this jerk of a personality survive to this age?"

Ma Zhaodi shook his head: "Did you need something from me?"

Upon hearing this, the Butcher didn't answer immediately. He glanced around and, making sure no one was paying attention to them, said, "I remember you. You're the guy who's with Superman. What brings you here to see Hugh Campbell?"

"To find out what terms Water Company offered him as hush money."

After answering directly, Ma Zhaodi asked in return, "And why did you come here?"

The butcher took a swig of wine; he was feeling very depressed.

According to his plan for tonight, he should be pointing a gun at the other person's head and forcing him to answer questions. So, his response to the other person's question should be a slap or a punch, or at the very least, a "Now I'm the one asking you questions."

But now, it's clear that none of these ways of answering are usable.

"None of your business," he said. "Why should I tell you?"

“Fair trade, one question for another,” Ma Zhaodi replied. “If you don’t want to trade, I don’t care. Just go back to the hotel and get some sleep. You can still catch the Vought Eight’s press conference tomorrow.”

Upon hearing Ma Zhaodi mention the hero organization of the Vought Corporation, a glint of savagery flashed in the Butcher's eyes.

"Hmph, you fucking superpowered scum. Do you really like that bunch of scum?"

"One problem leads to another."

"I'm also here to find that Hughie, to find out what conditions the Vought Company offered him to keep quiet, and to find out the truth of the matter."

“Well, you’re lucky. I know the truth.” Ma Zhaodi took a swig of ice water. “To answer your previous question, I don’t really like the Vought Seven, but my friend went in, so I had to check it out.”

"Ok?"

This answer surprised the butcher. He turned to look at Ma Zhaodi's face, trying to find some clues to help him determine whether the other party was telling the truth.

"Why don't you like it?"

"Because some of the people inside don't seem like good people, they seem like hypocrites—okay, now it's my turn to ask two questions. First, why did you investigate this matter?"

"I?"

The butcher laughed, a hideous and terrifying laugh, his face contorted with bulging flesh, and his clenched teeth seemed to drip blood.

His eyes gleamed with a wild, beast-like light.

Seeing his appearance, Ma Zhaodi knew he had guessed correctly; the other party was indeed a first-rate bastard and a first-rate thug.

"What I hate most are those superpowered scumbags. Sooner or later, I'll slaughter them all like pigs and expose all the dirty deeds they've done." "Utmostly?"

"play hard."

"So you're a supervillain or an anti-hero? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Ask me instead."

"That Hughie guy has a girlfriend. Some people online say they saw her almost get hit by a train on the street, but others say it's a rumor. Vought International even said they'd hold a 'clarification press conference.' What's the truth?"

"The locomotive almost killed Robin. Superman and I were on the scene at the time, and Superman saved her."

Butcher sneered.

"I fucking knew it."

"But you can't prove that the reason Vought International was willing to hold this press conference was because Superman joined in, and Robin and Hughie were also bribed. This hype can even turn negative news into positive news."

"That's fucking disgusting."

The butcher rudely spat on the ground.

"Can't you be a little more civilized?"

"No, okay, that's one question. Now it's my turn to ask—why don't you like superheroes? Didn't your friend join Vought?"

“It’s not that we don’t like superheroes, it’s just that we don’t like bad guys,” Ma Zhaodi replied. “Judging from what happened yesterday, at least four of the eight were swordsmen. This shows what kind of people Vought International’s heroes are. I don’t believe that Vought, which is focused on commercial value, can choose real superheroes. They just need to choose real superstars.”

"Both of us?"

The Butcher astutely picked up on the message in Ma Zhaodi's words: "Even Superman doesn't like the group of eight?"

"He shares my attitude—if I were to ask him, why do you hate Vought International and superheroes so much?"

"."

Ma Zhaodi asked this question, but received no answer.

In an instant, he saw a complex expression unconsciously appear on the butcher's face, a mixture of sadness and self-blame, but most shockingly, a furious rage that seemed to want to devour anyone.

Then, his expression calmed down.

"My business is none of your concern."

"Of course it is."

Ma Zhaodi replied, "Since you intend to deal with those superheroes who commit crimes and still get away with it, and I don't like Vought International's practice of selecting scum as heroes, then we have a little basis for cooperation."

"cooperate?"

The butcher glanced at Ma Zhaodi and suddenly sneered, "Cooperate with you? Just because of your words? I don't even know if what you say is true or false. I might as well cooperate with that sissy whose girlfriend almost got hit by a car."

"Don't you know whether what I'm saying is true or false?" Ma Zhaodi retorted. "You came to the hotel to scout it out and checked the surveillance footage yourself. You should know very well."

The butcher's face darkened, and his hand instinctively reached for his waist.

Ma Zhaodi ignored him and continued, "You already knew about Hughie's agreement with the Vought Corporation before you came, so you brought a gun."

“You won’t trust anyone who accepts Walter’s terms, so you’re not here tonight to seek cooperation with Hughie.”

"You're here to interrogate him, or perhaps to silence him."

"You are a ruthless butcher who will stop at nothing."

(End of this chapter)