Generally speaking, if one must transmigrate into an American comic universe, then I hope to avoid the dark-toned world of DC as much as possible; if one must transmigrate into DC, then at least do not let me transmigrate into those several high-risk cities, such as the folk-custom-pure Gotham; if one must let me transmigrate into Gotham—please, give me a system, this child still wants to live. The Self-Made Fortune System has loaded; please work hard to earn money and achieve wealth through diligence. As the saying goes, money can move gods; before you are penniless, you always have a chance to continue.

Ma Zhaodi, having let out a long breath, rubbed his fists together; at least in this perilous world, he now had a cheat. One month later. A pitch-black bat spread its wings and soared through the night sky, viciously diving down; members using the restaurant as a disguised base had their bones broken and tendons snapped within seconds.

Ma Zhaodi stared in dumbfounded shock at the restaurant where he had been employed for just one month, watching it drift away with the wind along with his wages that were supposed to arrive tomorrow. Where is my boss? Where is my job?

Where is my one month's wages? Batman, I work the 8 AM shift!