火星咖啡

General speaking, if I really had to transmigrate into American comics, I'd prefer to avoid DC's dark-toned world as much as possible. If I really had to transmigrate into DC, at least don't let me transmigrate into those high-danger cities, like the simple-minded Gotham. If I really had to be transmigrated into Gotham—please give me a system, kid still wants to live. Self-made system loaded, please work hard to make money, diligent to get rich. As they say, money can move heaven; before you're penniless, you always have a chance to continue. Ma Zhaodi, having caught his breath, rolled up his sleeves, at least in this dangerous world he got a cheat. One month later. A black bat spread its wings and flew in the night sky, fiercely swooping down; the members posing as a restaurant were broken in seconds. Ma Zhaodi stared dumbfounded at the