Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 54 Is it too late to send him back to the fire scene?
Although it sounds tragic, Ma Zhaodi's actual situation is actually not that bad. All his important items are in the system.

Not only the small pumpkin lanterns, but also props like the Horn of Plenty, including items such as notebooks and mobile phones are like this. Anyway, these things are all purchased in the system mall, so they can all be collected.

His losses were mainly concentrated in the mental aspect. First, he lost the good sleep he had planned to have until he woke up naturally; second, even in Gotham, there were not many opportunities to see a naked man running around the street with his groin covered with newspaper.

"Md, I can't stand it."

More and more residents were running out of the surrounding buildings. Ma Zhaodi, wrapped in newspaper, walked over and took off the coat of the gangster who had just attacked him. "You still have your underwear. Lend me your coat first."

"Fuck you—wuwu, wuwu—"

"This isn't called gagging. This is called helping you improve your moral character. When you meet Satan, you'll know how good I am."

Ma Zhaodi said this and quickly put on the man's jacket and jeans. The gangster struggled desperately and didn't seem to like his actions.

This is understandable. After all, the pink woolen pants and the Q-version Superman pattern warm shirt he was wearing underneath were all exposed. It is hard to imagine what expressions his accomplices will have when facing him tomorrow.

It was also at this moment that Batman flew out of the building carrying the last person in one hand.

"Your clothes at home—give him his clothes back."

Ma Zhaodi took the clothes and pants from Batman's hand with a twitch of his mouth: "Thank you."

At this moment, a voice rang out in the crowd: "Hey, Bat Freak, did you see my bank card in the room?"

"Yeah, and my driver's license, that's pretty important."

"Yeah, you've got time to get this guy his clothes and pants, but don't you have time to look for my phone?"

"I still have my cash at home. Please, Batman, help me."

Ma Zhaodi looked up at the residential building that was almost completely burned, and listened to the noise around him. Suddenly, he had a strange feeling, which was a feeling he had not had for a long time since he came to Gotham.

Not when he was robbed by Drake, not when he got on Old Jack's bus, not even when he met Clinton, went to work at the Red Dragon Restaurant, or faced the perverted killer and super villain reserve like Harvey Dent, and faced the super pervert like Batman.

At that time, he still felt that he could understand Drake a little, old Jack, Clinton, Harvey, and Batman a little. Except for that perverted killer, he couldn't understand the rest of the people. He understood them more or less. Even most of the crazy citizens in Gotham City had their own logic. They were not born criminals.

Only tonight, after hearing the roar of the crowd, Ma Zhaodi felt a sense of dizziness.

He couldn't tell whether the various looks cast by the crowd were threats, greed, or pleading, or maybe all three, or maybe none of the three.

Maybe it's just pure malice, malice directed towards the unknown.

At this moment, he felt out of tune with this world. For the first time in his life, he realized what stupid malice was.

When people deny something, they always unconsciously affirm its opposite. For Ma Zhaodi at this moment, Batman suddenly became a party worth supporting - at least at this moment, he completely could not understand the stupidity and malice of the crowd.

"That's enough." He heard a voice say, "Those barking idiots are relying on Batman to be your babysitter. If it were me, I would just remember your names and faces and let you burn to death in the fire next time."

He saw the astonished looks of the crowd, saw familiar neighbors glaring at him, saw several gangsters approaching him, cursing. Oh, so those were his own words.

That's fine.

Only at this moment did he feel as if his soul had returned to his body, as if he had become himself again.

Sweep away your qualities and be yourself.

"What are you looking at?" he asked. "I called the ambulance, you guys are going to pay for it? And I won't be living here anymore, come find me if you dare!"

"The gang started the fire during the shootout, and the Gotham City Fire Department delayed getting to the scene. But Batman saved the day, and you want him to rush into the fire for you? Why didn't you chase the gang into the fire? Were you afraid? Was it because you knew they would kill people?"

He regretted that he should have taken more of the bounty offered by the Romans and should not have acted so arrogantly and left most of it to Harvey Dent. Now it was difficult for him to move to Burnley or Odisburg to hide from his enemies.

I don’t know if it’s too late to go back and dig it up now.

"I don't have time to take care of your property and your lives at the same time." Batman interrupted Ma Zhaodi's scolding and answered the others' questions expressionlessly. His voice was still low and cold, without a trace of emotion. "You can go and report the loss of your driver's license, bank card, and passbook. As for the cash—I can't do anything."

"I know the Wayne Foundation is compensating for housing damage, so I suggest you think about where you're going to spend tomorrow. There's no point in pinning your hopes on me. With a fire like this, not much will survive."

The sound of fire trucks came from the street. They finally arrived at the scene. Although there was nothing left for them to rescue from the fire, they could at least prevent the fire from spreading.

You can't just do nothing, right? At least you're getting paid—Wayne's money.

Basically no one in the East District can afford fire insurance. A considerable portion of Gotham's civilian insurance was established by the well-known Wayne family heir, Gotham playboy Bruce Wayne. People are not sure whether this is the image operation of the Wayne Group or the kindness of the landlord's silly son, but he has indeed become one of the important funders of Gotham's public safety.

The fire department's car stopped downstairs of the residential building. Batman ignored the noisy and angry crowd, grabbed Ma Zhaodi, and disappeared into the night illuminated by the fire.

"You have cash in your room, about thirty-five thousand dollars."

Batman took Ma Zhaodi to the rooftop of a building. His voice was still flat, but Ma Zhaodi immediately became alert.

The atmosphere is not right. This birdman wants to interrogate me again!
"Your friend left Gotham and took some of the money with him. He deposited $30,000 into his account. You used your wages and tips to buy furniture, groceries, and a car, so you should only have about $25,000 left now."

"No, you even checked Drake's account?"

"I monitored Harvey's phone calls and they were normal, but there were two instances where there was no signal, each lasting three minutes."

"???"

"You are different. The eavesdropping device and locator on you have been in a signal-free state for a long time."

"Are you fucking sick?"

(End of this chapter)