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Chapter 88 Intermediate Natural Language Proficiency

"What are you going to do with Bruce Wayne? With the suspicion of his relationship with the Romans, we can deal a heavy blow to them - but to be honest, I still have some doubts about this. During the winter, his Wayne Group did a lot for the children."

In fact, Harvey's opinion of Bruce Wayne was not bad. If it weren't for what happened recently, Harvey might have gone to talk to the playboy who was willing to do good things again.

Gordon sighed.

"Green, the iconic color of St. Patrick's Day is green," he said. "When I was a kid growing up in Chicago, we looked forward to St. Patrick's Day every year."

"They'd suspend school so we could go downtown and see the parade - the city would paint the river green and we'd all think it was the work of magical Irish gnomes."

"For St. Patrick's Day, all we think of is green, but now, it's red - blood red."

"Now, St. Patrick's Day is here, and we're no closer to finding this crazy guy."

"A festival killer."

Harvey looked at Jim Gordon standing in front of the window and talking to himself worriedly, and his mood couldn't help but become a little heavy. Sheriff Gordon's sense of justice was quite contagious. What's more, as a Knight of Light, Harvey himself did not advocate a style of doing things by any means necessary. He wanted fairness more.

"So, what about Wayne?"

"Take it slow. Focus on Maroni. He's the weaker breakthrough point."

"Maroney and Wayne, two birds with one stone? I like that."

The voices of the two people became somewhat muffled and weak through the door of the room, but they could still be vaguely heard - and Vernon, wearing a white shirt and overalls, was quietly standing at the door, memorizing the conversation between the two people in his heart.
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".Do you really want to do this?"

"It has to be done this way—you've helped Bruce Wayne get out of this state before, so you're the only one who can do this."

Bat's figure disappeared into the darkness. "And as soon as possible—to prevent these people from being controlled and doing worse things."

"But he doesn't look like he's too keen on chocolate."

Ma Zhaodi raised his head and looked at the man who was "kidnapped" in front of him. At this moment, he was tied tightly to a chair and was struggling and twisting desperately. He had an expensive gold watch, glittering leather shoes, a tailor-made suit, and muscular lines formed by regular fitness - it was obvious that this man was an elite white-collar worker in Gotham City.

But the focus is still on his chest. Under the open suit, there is not smooth human skin, but green vines and branches covering the skin.

Lush vegetation covered almost his entire body, spreading from his chest to his abdomen, limbs, and back. At this moment, he could be considered a "vegetative state" in a sense.

Whenever Ma Zhaodi tried to bring the white chocolate in his hand close to his mouth, the vines would suddenly tighten and drill into the man's body; and the man's struggle would become even more intense. He gritted his teeth and shook his head, obviously resisting to eat the chocolate.

"How long has he been like this?"

"At least a week." "Then how did he survive? A vegetative state? Not eating, relying on photosynthesis? But these leaves are not exposed."

"No one who is parasitized by a plant will tolerate any other food—except chocolate and milk."

"If I just tear these things off—never mind, forget it, let's not try. I might just peel the skin off him."

Was he going to compete with these deadly vines that had penetrated deep into his bones? Ma Zhaodi hesitated for a moment. If he poured milk directly on them, would it be possible to remove this abnormal state before the vines killed the host?
To be honest, Ma Zhaodi didn't dare to gamble. If he lost, he would be dead - this method was too unique, and he could tell who was responsible for it at a glance.

Poison Ivy is a character whose real name is Pamela. Ma Zhaodi vaguely remembers her as "Poison Ivy." But more often than not, she's referred to as "Ivy" in the comics, which translates to "Ivy." The phonetic translation of this name is Aiwei.

Using plants and hormones to manipulate others is one of her common methods. Of course, the source of her power is actually magic, so the explanation of manipulating hormones is like the power value setting in special effects movies, which can only make it seem like it has some scientific basis.

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"I feel like a hard approach might not be appropriate." Ma Zhaodi shook his head. "However, let's try a soft approach. If we can keep these plants alive, they might be more useful than just withering them."

It can also prevent Poison Ivy, who loves plants very much, from coming to seek revenge on me, Ma Zhaodi thought.

He had heard of this avid plant lover. After all, there were not many normal people in Gotham City, and Ivy, as a super villain, was hostile to anyone who harmed plants. Her mental state could be classified as an extreme vegetative state.

Fortunately, Ma Zhaodi usually cares about flowers and plants. He doesn't want to be targeted by such a supernatural villain just for helping Batman. It just so happens that he was given a discount card on the last mission, and there are still a huge amount of asset points left in his system account, totaling 140,000.

Special Language 2-Fold Card - Intermediate Natural Language Proficiency

Ma Zhaodi silently selected the discount card, clicked to use it, and purchased the Intermediate Natural Language Proficiency in the mall, which originally cost 300,000. At this time, the price became 60,000 US dollars of asset points. The remaining asset points in the system were suddenly reduced to more than 80,000.

You get what you pay for, I hope this skill is useful enough.

After purchasing the skills, Ma Zhaodi's expression suddenly changed. Information that was more complicated and dense than usual suddenly appeared from all directions and entered his head. The difference was that these languages were not human languages, but the rustling of trees outside the window, the singing of birds in the sky, the crawling of ants in the room, and the quiet growth of green vines in front of him.

The language of nature is the language of nature.

Ma Zhaodi gritted his teeth, holding onto the corner of the table, trying to digest the chaotic information that threatened to overload his brain. Fortunately, thanks to his previous experience, he adapted very quickly this time. When he stood up again, the whole world became more vivid.

Intermediate Natural Language Proficiency

Price: $30

Notes: "I thought a younger mare would have a more feminine voice."

"Why? Do you often talk to animals? As far as I know, this is your first time."

(End of this chapter)