Chapter 68: A Difficult Choice

The base reward remains unchanged: Harvey Dent's friendship, plus body enhancement worth one hundred thousand dollars in asset points, and finally, the Forward Movement Technique for saving progress.

The rewards for this mission branch cannot be called abundant, but they can at least be termed dreamlike. Usually, this is the key moment when the protagonist leaps to the heavens and shines brilliantly; it is the highlight moment when he seizes the opportunity through great perseverance, great wisdom, and great luck to enter the sea and transform into a dragon; it is the first step in the rise of a legendary life of a great power and revered one—

"Sorry, I can't do it. Goodbye."

From the moment Ma Ma Zhaodi saw the mission branch, he hesitated for about half a second, then decisively slammed on the brakes and sped back along the path he had come.

"Come on, bro, look at what those mission rewards are. Is this a mission I can tackle right now?"

"I've seen XX Horror and XX Amusement Park too. Is that a medium-difficulty mission? That's a super mountain of gold that could crush me to death directly. Mission risk and reward are equivalent. With rewards like this, who exactly am I supposed to face? Is it really Two-Face?"

"If I don't do it, plenty of others will! Goodbye!"

"The time limit for choosing this branch is limited. Confirm rejection?"

"Anyway, working is absolutely impossible. At least not today. I can only make porridge at the soup kitchen, help the children, and grind for asset points like this."

The apartment full of thugs in Rome was manageable, but the strange aura revealed by this side mission turned the risk ceiling and consequences of both options into unknowns. Ma Ma Zhaodi weighed the pros and cons. Since he didn't suffer from insomnia, having one less music box wasn't a big problem.

Making porridge for children on Christmas could actually allow him to earn a few more asset points by racing against time.

Although he thought this in his heart, he did not reject immediately. Instead, he opened the mission introduction. After all, it was just a glance; gaining some information wouldn't cause anyone to lose a piece of flesh.

"A Little Light on Christmas

Mission Introduction: When exactly did Harvey Dent, the Knight of Light of Gotham City, die? When exactly did the paranoid and resolute dual personality begin to sprout? No one knows—or perhaps Harvey Dent has been dying all along.

Dying every time a member of the Falcone family escaped justice;

Dying at the hands of every colleague in the prosecutor's office who colluded with gangs;

Dying in every sigh of helplessness after years of effort yet being unable to do anything about Gotham City's dark network;

Dying in the anger of having his family bombed and his home destroyed, yet being unable to make the Irish Gang pay the price;

Dying in every minute and second he poured his heart and soul into this city, yet seeing no hope.

Harvey Dent died on the battlefield charging for Gotham; and Two-Face sprouted in every moment Harvey became disappointed with Gotham.

Note: Named on a Tuesday of bitter wind and storm, married on a gloomy and terrifying Wednesday, fell ill on a mild and gentle Thursday, worsened on a sunny and pleasant Friday, died on a joyful and brilliant Saturday, and buried on a dry and scorching Sunday.

Status: Incomplete (0/1)

Reward: Listed at the beginning of this chapter, not repeated here.

Branch-exclusive Reward: Light for the Knight of Light."

"." Ma Ma Zhaodi sighed, secretly hating himself for reading that damn mission introduction.

"Prosecutor Harvey, you are indeed a Knight of Light, a great man, a noble man..." he thought silently in his heart, "but sorry, my abilities are quite limited. The difficulty of this mission is truly beyond my reach."

I have already helped him once. While speeding along, Ma Ma Zhaodi repeated in his heart, I have already helped him once, I have already helped him once. Batman failed to stop him from becoming Two-Face in countless worlds—what right do I have?

"Ma Ma Zhaodi! You're back! So fast!"

Jason's voice, from far away, woke Ma Ma Zhaodi in the car from his reverie. The boy wore a small red Christmas hat and held a pistol in his hand, running over with his legs flying, looking very happy. This enthusiastic atmosphere even slightly alleviated Ma Ma Zhaodi's heavy worries.

Wait, a gun?

"My god, who the hell gave you that gun! Put that thing down quickly!"

"It's a model given to me by Chief Gordon! He also said that when I grow up, I will definitely become a good police officer who punishes evil and promotes good!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi looked at Jason, who was looking up with a proud expression, and instinctively reached out to pat his shoulder. At this moment, Jason showed no trace of the shadow of the Red Hood who would later be fearless; he looked more like a child with dreams in his heart.

"Then you have to work hard. When I was young, I also told my mom I wanted to become a scientist."

"And then?"

"Later I found out scientists have very little time to play."

"What about police officers?"

"Justice has no holidays."

"I suddenly don't want to be a police officer anymore."

Teasing Jason made Ma Ma Zhaodi feel a bit lighter. He returned to the pot, took the wooden spoon from the volunteer's hand, and continued stirring.

"Thank you all very much for being willing to spend this Christmas with the children here."

"No trouble, no trouble." The volunteer waved his hand: "You have been cooking the porridge, and Mr. Harvey donated money to buy winter clothes and party food for them. We just lent a hand; this is nothing."

Hearing this, Ma Ma Zhaodi's smile on his face became a bit stiff.

"Oh, speaking of Mr. Harvey, he actually came to the soup kitchen today."

Speaking of this topic, Jason nearby suddenly patted his head, as if suddenly remembering something, and started rummaging through his clothes, while also giving instructions to Ma Ma Zhaodi.

"He left a letter for you, but at that time you were distributing porridge to other children, so he just left the letter with me. I almost forgot the letter. Sorry."

Ma Ma Zhaodi comforted Jason casually, but his heart was not calm. Why did Harvey Dent suddenly want to leave him a letter? On the surface, their interactions should have been very few.

He opened the envelope and pulled out a letter sheet and a key.

"To Santa Claus

A few days ago, I heard about a Santa Claus who runs a soup kitchen in Gotham's East District, distributing porridge to homeless children. Out of curiosity, I checked some relevant information and learned that this Santa Claus's residence was temporarily burned down, leaving him homeless.

After discussing with my wife, we decided to do something for this kind-hearted Santa Claus. Coincidentally, we had a sum of insurance money for property damage, so we rented a small house in the Old District for a period of one year.

This is a return gift from the children to Santa Claus; please do not decline. If you are willing, we would also like to invite you to our home to spend this year's Christmas.

Note: In Gotham, such kindness without expecting a return is extremely precious, which inexplicably reminds me of a mysterious friend, so I investigated a bit—the car shop owner said your cross is very beautiful. Rest assured, I will keep my mouth shut.

Your eternal friend

Harvey Dent"

(End of this chapter)