Chapter 42: The Good Habit of Cultivating Soul 5

Today's Gotham City seemed even gloomier.

Pitter-patter raindrops poured down from the sky; the icy, bone-piercing mist entered pedestrians' lungs with every breath, making them shiver involuntarily. The dark clouds in the sky were much heavier than usual, so the already dim daylight appeared even more somber, and the entire city exuded a chilling, eerie atmosphere.

Gotham in the shadows made one very uncomfortable.

The conversation taking place inside the GCPD (Gotham City Police Department) in downtown Gotham made one feel even more uncomfortable.

"I was responsible for driving people away from the scene that day. I will write it all down, if you need me to."

"The package I delivered to that woman, Harvey Dent's wife, Lady Dent, you know. I will write it all down, if you need me to."

"I followed Dent to his house, yes, I did it, followed him all the way home. If you need me to, I will write it all down."

"I pressed that damn remote button. And I will write it all down, if you need me to."

Five testimonies, including Mickey's, cross-checked, no loopholes—no matter how much the Roman paid them, it was money well spent.

Batman thought this silently.

An officer on standby nearby heard a low, raspy voice from the darkness: "Bring Mickey back."

Meanwhile, in another old building in Gotham's East End—

"Breaking News! Five Irish Mob members who nearly used a bomb to destroy Gotham City District Attorney Harvey Dent's house admit to attempted murder!"

"As of now, Lady Dent remains hospitalized and has not yet regained consciousness. This newspaper will continue to follow up with more news."

Ma Ma Zhaodi stared at the bold, enlarged black news headline in the newspaper, his lips splitting into a satisfied smile.

How did things come to this point?

Perhaps it started a few days ago, with that mission he received?

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"Thank you, System Father, System Father is so good, come give a kiss, mua!"

One of human nature's truths is "true fragrance" (falling for something after initially disliking it).

"Blocking is not as good as channeling."

Mission Description: When Falcone sets his sights on someone, that person in Gotham is definitely not going to live comfortably—except for superheroes.

Unfortunately, Harvey Dent is not a superhero, and now, Falcone feels he burned his own twenty million in dirty money and perhaps even killed his own nephew.

Under these circumstances, very few people can help him, and even fewer are willing to help him.

Note: High-risk, low-reward work; even if you don't want to do it, it's understandable—you don't have infinite money or an invincible, health-lock cheat code.

Status: Pending (0/1)

Reward: Advanced Culinary Mastery."

Ma Ma Zhaodi pondered the mission description and content for a long time, not because he was struggling between conscience and pros and cons, but because the mission content was ridiculously absurd.

"Help the Irish Mob bomb Harvey Dent's house? Me? I make the bomb? Do you think the origin story of Two-Face would be less fun without a cannon fodder named Ma Ma Zhaodi in it?"

"Property damage must not exceed twenty percent, Harvey Dent and Lady Dent must survive. Do you want to see what you're saying? The mission description says help him, the mission content says bomb him, what exactly do you want me to do... wait."

Ma Ma Zhaodi looked at the mission name and suddenly realized something.

Before arriving in Gotham City, Ma Ma Zhaodi had played a game called Soul 5, which had a very bizarre item called a Poisoned Dung Block; throwing it caused the user to become poisoned.

What kind of item is this? What's the point of this thing?

Until he encountered some monsters that used Venomous Poison Arrows; their poison was enough to make players die instantly, and these annoying things had stalled him for an entire afternoon.

During a moment of red-hot rage and breakdown, he started retaliating with dung blocks, then surprisingly discovered that the dung blocks put him into a poisoned state, rendering the Venomous Poison Arrows ineffective.

From then on, every time he defeated an opponent, he would throw two dung blocks at them to replenish his poisoned state.

"I am simply a genius!"

Having figured it out, Ma Ma Zhaodi immediately accepted the job. Although dealing with gangs was dangerous and bombing Harvey Dent's house might get him remembered, this matter was something he couldn't escape.

Those twenty million were burned by him; Harvey just happened to arrive at the scene. No matter how you look at it, letting a righteous district attorney take the fall for him was already too wicked; if he stood by and did nothing when he could help, that would be wickedness towards eighteen generations of ancestors.

He didn't want to be born without a penis in a future life. If Harvey was destined to become Two-Face in the future, he also hoped his origin story wouldn't include himself—even if he couldn't be a good person, at least he shouldn't be a bad one.

"Ma Ma Zhaodi, what are you staring at?"

Santos, standing nearby, casually patted his shoulder: "Thinking about where to go have fun tonight?"

"Does that need asking?" Ma Ma Zhaodi smiled confidently: "As a restaurant waiter with nothing to his name, I have fun every night following livestreams to learn cooking, so I can pretend to have a wife when taking photos."

"... Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that question."

"No, no, no," Rick suddenly chimed in: "Payday is tonight, did you forget? Spend some money, go straight to a bar, find a pretty girl, buy her a few drinks, find a nice place to spend the night; isn't that better than staying at home?"

"Or my house has a party too," Castro, a party addict, also said: "Lots of girls will be there."

"Oh right, it is payday today," Ma Ma Zhaodi's ears automatically filtered out the extra noise, his mind filled only with the three words "payday."

A full month's wages in asset points would only be credited after payday today; thinking about receiving several thousand dollars in asset points soon, Ma Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but hum lightly.

See, only knows how to slack off, doesn't know how to cut.

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(End of Chapter)