Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 92 The Romans Prepare to Take Action
Ivy's face suddenly turned dark, and she immediately turned her head and glared at Ma Zhaodi.

"Even if I asked you to leave just now, you definitely wouldn't be willing to leave, so you can't blame me for this - but you can give me the flower pots and come back here to get them when you have time. I will definitely take good care of them."

Ma Zhaodi stretched out his hand, Batman remained silent, Ivy looked back and forth, sighed deeply, and finally gave up the idea of fighting here. She handed the vine in her hand to Ma Zhaodi again.

"If it weren't for these children," she said fiercely as she stood up, "you would have experienced the wrath of nature."

"I do have some respect for nature," Ma Zhaodi replied. "For this incident, I hope nature won't be angry with me. I hope you'll come visit again sometime."

It is not advisable to hit a smiling person. Ma Zhaodi's performance really did not make Ivy too angry. In the end, she just curled her lips and followed Batman out the door.

"Remember to help me attack him hard. He's so shameless and so despicable."

With a bang, Ma Zhaodi closed the door.

I can't take it anymore, Batman is pure villain.

Ma Zhaodi crawled into bed and sighed like this. Batman knew that Poison Ivy could sense when her plants were removed from the human body, and he also knew that Poison Ivy would definitely come looking for him because of this - he had originally intended to use this to fish.

Fortunately, I wore underwear when I slept today. If I were someone who likes to sleep naked, I would be dying now.

Thinking of this, he wrapped himself in the quilt into the shape of a caterpillar, and then fell asleep peacefully.

A few days later, in Arkham Asylum, Poison Ivy sat on one side of a square table, and another person sat opposite her. The lights were not bright, and the person's face was hidden in the darkness.

"Everyone was against the idea."

Suddenly, a large hand with a gold watch reached out from the light and pushed bundles of green banknotes from the edge of the table. "We have some kind of rules. We can't cooperate with people like you."

"If it weren't for Batman's unexpected intervention," Poison Ivy sighed, "imagine how much more we could have done."

"Miss Ivy, if there's one thing I've learned about business—"

The Roman's face with three claw marks suddenly appeared in the light, and there was no regret or disappointment on his face.

"That is, there is always an unexpected thing in everything."

Gotham Prison, a stormy midnight.

The iron prison door creaked open with a metal key, and the rusty hinges turned, making a harsh and sharp metal friction sound.

A tall and burly figure was surrounded by several prison guards holding shotguns and slowly walked out of the cell door. Even with handcuffs, his mountain-like physique was enough to scare people away.

That’s right, it’s “her”, a female prisoner whose physique is comparable to that of a strong man.

The warden unlocked her handcuffs with a key and sneered, "You've been paroled early. You'll be back soon."

The provocation received no response, and the hill-like figure remained as silent as the mountain.

"Boom"

Amidst the rumble of thunder, pale flashes of lightning occasionally flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the dark prison in the night, as well as the warning sign at the gate with the words "Gotham Prison" printed in large letters.

The tall prisoner who had just been released walked out of the gate and into the heavy rain that was blown into a mess by the strong wind.

Two dazzling lights cut through the rain curtain, and a black luxury car suddenly stopped at the prison gate, with the door slightly opened.

"Come up, he's waiting for you."

The Romans' apartment was also shrouded in this night of heavy rain and thunder, but the interior of this high-end apartment was warm and bright. The Romans stood in their room, calmly gazing at the rainy night outside the window.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." He tilted his head slightly and asked behind him, "What's the news?"

"They're on their way, Mr. Falcone."

After the brief conversation, the Romans remained silent, and after a while, there was another knock on the door.

Falcone opened the door and saw the burly figure outside, with large wet stains on his coat and hat.

"all the best?"

"Yes, sir."

Falcone smiled, opened his arms, and hugged the burly figure tightly, completely ignoring the fact that he was still wearing an expensive custom-made suit.

"You've been away for too long, my daughter. The family needs you now. I need you, my Sophia."

"I missed you, Dad."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dense gunfire echoed in the basement, smashing the target to pieces.

"Morte! (Go to hell!)"

The fat blonde woman, holding a drink in one hand and a gun in the other, had a cigarette in her mouth and a light .22 pistol in one hand. She aimed at the target standing in the basement and emptied the magazine directly. Even so, the depression and anger in her heart could not subside.

Ever since losing her son, Kara Viti has been like this, full of anger, resentment and loneliness.

Suddenly, a big hand pressed on her shoulder.

"I rang the doorbell, but you didn't answer."

Kara Vitti turned her head and saw a female face with sharp edges and corners, fiery red curly hair, and a high nose bridge. If you ignore her overly burly body, this face might be seen as a Greek beauty style rather than a Barbie style.

"I didn't disturb you, did I?"

Without even putting down the gun in her hand, Kara took two steps forward and hugged her niece who had been in prison for many years and whom she had not seen for a long time.

"Aunt Kara?"

Sophia was a little stunned, but still leaned over and hugged her aunt.

"Sophia, honey—your father didn't tell me you were coming home."

"I swear, sometimes I want to kill that Carmine (your dad)."

Carla let go of Sofia and showed her niece the gun in her hand, a gloomy and angry light flashing between her eyebrows: "Do you see this gun? It's a .22. When your brother Alberto was killed on New Year's Eve, I 'forgot' to give it to the police."

"This is the same gun that was used to kill my son Johnny on Halloween—this is the gun I'm going to use, Sophia. This is the gun I'm going to use to take down that jerk called the Holiday Killer."

Sofia was not surprised by her aunt's anger. Falcone had told her everything that had happened during this period, and she herself was no stranger to blood and death.

She asked calmly, "Does father know about this?"

All he got was Kara's disdainful response.

"Oh, he knows now, doesn't he, Sophia?"

(End of this chapter)