Chapter 307: Fame Is Not Without Its Benefits

People fear fame, pigs fear fattening; men fear having no money, women fear getting fat.

Though the words are a bit rough, the principle is indeed universal.

Ma Ma Zhaodi straddled the San San Bengzi, facing the two robbers blocking the road, and couldn't help but reveal an expression of looking at a fool.

"The soil and water of Central City really nurture people too well; there are truly so many amateur criminals, and they can all actually survive." He thought to himself: "If only the two of them had grown a bit of brain, they wouldn't have grown none at all."

"Don't you know I'm listed with the gangs?"

Upon hearing Ma Ma Zhaodi's question, the big man immediately answered instinctively: "Of course we know—"

"We damn well don't care what your relationship with the gangs is!" the skinny man interrupted hastily: "Take out your damn wallet, and then we'll part ways; no need to create unnecessary trouble."

Ma Ma Zhaodi immediately understood; he raised his eyes to check the time displayed by the system.

"No wonder you didn't head straight for my home." He said to the skinny man: "You coordinated with the gangs—I guess they told you a lot of intel, right? Like, I made some money with the food cart, and also, I'm used to depositing the money I earn each day into the bank, so there's absolutely no money in my home."

"You aren't here for my wallet today at all; you plan to kill me directly, then go to the gangs to claim the bounty, and at that time, you can even fake this case as a robber accidentally killing someone."

The burly man's eyes immediately bulged like copper bells: "Damn, how is this guy so smart—"

"Shut up! Damn, you idiot! I told you, talk less, act more! Act more! You just won't listen!"

The skinny man interrupted the burly man's speech while angrily kicking his companion's knee hard: "Even something that could have been done easily and smoothly you turned into an accident! Damn!"

The burly man scratched his head with a look of grievance on his face.

"Didn't you think carefully before taking the mission? Why didn't that gang handle me themselves, but instead listed me and found someone to deal with me?" Ma Ma Zhaodi asked with considerable curiosity: "I've been setting up my stall here for a full three months, three months, ah—still perfectly fine until now; why do you think I'm easy to handle?"

Almost there, just one minute left.

At this moment, the skinny man beside him also froze for a moment, because to be honest, when he saw the huge bounty offered by the gangs, his brain was indeed clouded by the green bills; as for how long Ma Ma Zhaodi had been mixing it up here—regarding such news, he really hadn't heard that group of gangs mention it.

"Sigh, pure cannon fodder."

Ma Ma Zhaodi sighed: "First draw a pie to get people to jump in, I take the biggest share of the merit, you cover all the losses; isn't this purely an unscrupulous boss's KTV for cannon fodder? If I were you, I'd turn around right now and go settle the score with the gangs; at least dealing with them is much easier than dealing with me—and look, I've told you everything, I'm at least more sincere than them."

"Uh, Brian, he seems to be right."

"Shut up, Matthew."

The short man Brian could no longer bear it and finally drew the pistol from his waist: "We don't care about all this nonsense; idiot, someone paid for you to die, so we'll kill you—that's it!"

"Then I wish you good luck."

At this exact moment, Ma Ma Zhaodi decided to strike first; the moment his words fell, Daimao immediately understood, casually taking out the giant acorn cat-spatula hidden under the cart, and jumped up directly from beneath the two of them—this was its own basic leather cat set.

Although it wasn't wearing a helmet or clothes, the cat-spatula itself at least came with two points of attack power; this damage was certainly not fatal, but the humiliation of being slapped in the face was strong enough.

Thus, on the faces of the unprepared Brian and Matthew, two red marks appeared—and a few seconds later, seeing Ma Ma Zhaodi who had taken the opportunity to slip away, already riding the San San Bengzi and darting more than ten meters away, the redness gradually spread across both of their entire faces.

Matthew's forehead veins bulged; he had fought countless big guys in his life, believing in fist-to-flesh combat between real men; regardless of whether he could win, at least it made him feel he had face.

To actually be slapped by a cat, I've never suffered such a humiliating disgrace in my life. He roared wildly, grabbed Brian by the scruff, and immediately chased after that San San Bengzi—and the speed of that small food cart wasn't fast either, so the distance between the two sides was gradually closing.

"You're dead, you bastard!"

The sound of the roar reached the streets and alleys around, and at this moment, Joe and several colleagues were walking towards this block.

It was already off work, and Jimmy had just shared the food cart's location in the group chat five minutes ago—so they hurried over on foot, hoping they could still make it for today's snacks.

"Joe? I just thought I heard someone shouting?"

"I heard it too." Joe answered: "Do you have your service pistol?"

"Yes, I'm used to carrying a gun."

"Everyone be careful, we might have encountered—"

"Help! Ahhhhhh—!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi's cry of distress was shrill and lingering; he rode the San San Bengzi, kicking up a gust of wind, and swept past several police officers.

"Huh? Wasn't that the food cart we're looking for just now?"

"Seems like it, not too sure." Jimmy scratched his head: "He usually doesn't speak so loudly."

"Bastard! Stop right there!"

A rough and angry shout followed, and a muscular big man carrying a short man appeared before the group; judging by the posture, he seemed to be going to chase that food cart.

Eddie saw such a furious big man and immediately had some ominous premonition; he looked at Joe beside him: "Joe, what do we do?"

"Nonsense." Joe drew his pistol directly: "Regardless of whether these two are dangerous or not, the food cart owner definitely cannot be in danger—let's check first."

So several police officers immediately blocked in front of Matthew.

"Hey! Hey! You two! Stand still and don't move!" Several police officers had their hands on their waists, clearly ready to draw their guns at any moment: "Why are you chasing that person! Are you carrying weapons?"

Brian cursed fiercely at this moment; he had clearly put his pistol away, and this time coming to deal with Ma Ma Zhaodi, he had chosen a street where police were unlikely to pass, yet he still ran into a batch of cops.

"We didn't do anything, officer." He hid the gun even more discreetly and raised both hands: "That food cart owner just took the money and ran; we wanted to get the money back."

The moment his words fell, a group of officers directly laughed out loud.

"Kid, you simply don't know the reputation of that food cart owner in the neighborhood, right?"

Jimmy said to the two of them: "If he were truly greedy, doubling the price of a single snack would never raise any objections from anyone—he's been selling snacks in this area for three months, never caused trouble, never provoked trouble."

"He's an honest Chinese man, you understand? Idiot—come with me to the police station!"

It proved that fame is not without its benefits.

(End of this chapter)