Chapter 46: You, Go Kill the Two-Faced Man and Batman!

Losing a job while still at work was an experience for Ma Ma Zhaodi no less humorous than watching Seven and others go to a team fight.

To borrow someone's words, they fought until only the team remained.

"Wait, where are the other people in this damn restaurant? Did they get taken in and never released? What about Falcone? Falcone, save us!"

He took out his phone to call Donald and the manager; sure enough, neither call was answered, but that was also normal. Even Falcone wouldn't lead a group to break into the Gotham City Police Department overnight to rescue someone.

"What about me?" Ma Ma Zhaodi stood alone outside the Red Dragon Restaurant, gradually donning a mask of pain like a husky abandoned by a pack of wolves: "Am I unemployed again? Did I lose my job without even getting my end-of-month wages?"

Strictly speaking, he hadn't failed to receive his end-of-month wages; he had collected an advance of those five thousand dollars at the beginning of the month, he just hadn't received the asset point settlement for the end of the month.

"Damn, my five thousand asset points!" Thinking of the huge sum he had lost, Ma Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but feel a dull ache in his heart: "Batman, you are utterly heartless, you have done nothing but evil, you have no humanity! Out of so many days in a month, you had to choose the day wages are paid to fight crime. I damn..."

"What is that guy mumbling about while sitting on the curb?"

"Can't understand him, ignore him. Let's go quickly; Gotham City has so many crazies, let's not provoke another one."

Then the two passersby saw the person by the roadside lift his head and flip them off: "Eat shit, you."

"Hey, you there."

"Nevergonnagiveyouup, nevergonnaletyoudown."

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang; Ma Ma Zhaodi ignored the passerby fuming nearby and answered the call himself.

"Hello? Is this Ma Ma Zhaodi?"

"It is me, who are you?"

"Donald is temporarily under police guard in the hospital and can't get out, but he mentioned you to us—he heard your abilities are quite good?"

Damn, the Falcone family even has internal referrals? Donald, you are simply shining with goodness!

"What abilities are you talking about?" Although he wanted to accept the job on the spot, Ma Ma Zhaodi still asked carefully: "Let me state beforehand, I don't know how to use a gun."

"He said your courage and luck are good, and your mind is agile; you blocked trouble for the restaurant once."

To be honest, considering the psychological damage the manager suffered during the whole incident, it might be more appropriate to say he was the one who blocked that trouble.

"That's right, it's me!" Ma Ma Zhaodi admitted on the spot with determined eyes and decisive tone: "Donald is a good boss; he saw my potential at a glance. In a situation where the restaurant encounters trouble, I would naturally step forward without hesitation to be the first to help!"

Clearly, since arriving in Gotham, his thick skin had improved the fastest, second only to his driving skills.

"Buddy, that's not necessary." The person on the other end seemed a bit stunned by him; after adjusting his emotions slightly, he said to him: "Regardless, Donald entrusted this matter, and the brothers won't forget. But I heard you are new to Gotham and haven't joined any gang yet?"

"Yeah, I don't know how to use a gun, and I dare not hack people, so I can only rely on working part-time to make a living, that's how it is."

"Dare not hack people, but dare to engage in gunfights?" The man on the phone laughed: "A clean identity is actually not bad—come to work tomorrow. Remember well, you are serving the Falcone family and the Maroni family, not doing things for those cats and dogs in Gotham City, so prepare well."

Ma Ma Zhaodi:?

Wait, how the damn did the Maroni family get added? I originally thought I was barely considered clean, and now I have completely jumped into the big dye vat of the gangs?

"Wait, what kind of job is this?"

"Your old trade, waiter."

Thus, on the very day Ma Ma Zhaodi lost his job, he gained a new one, becoming one of the Falcone family's exclusive waiters.

As the number one gang family in Gotham City, they naturally had the requisite style and grandeur; holidays and festivals, family members' weddings and funerals, various banquets, and social activities with other gangs occurred endlessly. The waiters were those long-term used by the family or recommended by members, people trustworthy enough and with abilities up to standard. In the sharp-eyed Donald's view, Ma Ma Zhaodi belonged to that group.

Not everyone is willing to come to work in Gotham City under a hail of bullets, nor does everyone dare to engage in a gang gunfight with the Penguin's gang and return home intact every midnight without a gang identity or knowledge of marksmanship. His skill level as a waiter was sufficient, and his luck was strangely good. He hadn't joined a gang nor become an informant for any side, indicating his mind wasn't too active; in other words, he was stupid enough, trustworthy enough.

Ma Ma Zhaodi: Being an informant yields no asset points.

"Remember, at the end of next month, the Romans will hold a party on a cruise ship; you all must prepare in advance—this matter is serious. Both Falcone and Maroni will attend; it must not be messed up. Ma Ma Zhaodi, if there is anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me."

Ma Ma Zhaodi, dressed in a suit, nodded. Today was his first day of training; to be honest, it felt much the same as at the Red Dragon, except there were many more things to memorize, otherwise there was basically no difference.

There was much more free time here than before; after all, banquets weren't held every day. Usually, those people were busy with their part-time jobs. Ma Ma Zhaodi, with nothing to do, was an outlier belonging to a very small minority.

He held a thick manual in his hand; these were also things he had to memorize, including the banquet menu, drinks, ingredients, service etiquette, banquet procedures, and so on. But his attention was completely not on the manual; instead, it drifted to the people chatting idly on the side.

"Johnny, did you hear? I heard someone is already preparing to accept the Romans' bounty."

"Is that strange? That is a bounty issued by the Godfather; under heavy rewards, there are always brave men. Moreover, the Romans won't treat anyone willing to risk their lives to do things for them as a disposable pawn."

"That is an obscure little gang, the Irish Mob; have you heard of them?"

"Obscure little gangs are as numerous as ox hairs—no matter which one wants to do this, only the one who succeeds can get the money."

"I mean, have you thought that instead of letting such an obscure little gang get this money, it would be better to..."

"I advise you not to do that. The boss has reasons for not letting family members take action—have you heard of Batman? I don't want to have my limbs broken by him and thrown at the police station entrance after dealing with that prosecutor."

"Batman is on the bounty list too, a full million..."

"Go to hell! If you want to die, don't drag me along!"

(End of this chapter)