Chapter 79: Finally Understand Why I Had to Cover My Face

Ma Ma Zhaodi's recent days have not been going well again.

It is not that anything happened at the Red Dragon Restaurant, or that there is any problem with the small house Harvey Dent rented for him; in fact, his personal life has been quite acceptable—he has a settlement, a car, a job, his life is generally not threatened, and there is some savings in his bank account. Although he has spent about forty thousand US dollars intermittently on homeless children, the remaining money can still fully meet his living needs.

The problem lies with himself.

"Mr., no, please don't..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Give me that necklace of yours!"

"Okay, okay, don't shoot, please don't shoot..."

"Screech—"

Ma Ma Zhaodi braked the car to the roadside with a kick and sighed.

Ever since he obtained the Intermediate Physical Constitution Enhancement, his daily life has become much more troublesome, and the more specific details are reflected in these places.

Hearing more, seeing farther, and having a body that is more durable have the direct result that he can no longer go to and from work with a clear conscience—even while sitting in the car, sounds from nearby alleys, lanes, and rooms still reach his ears; the smell of blood, rot, and bodily fluids can drift into the car window with the wind; not to mention places originally beyond his line of sight, which he can now see clearly standing on the rooftop after returning home.

In a city of sin like Gotham, possessing such sensitive senses and a normal person's conscience at the same time is a rather torturous thing; every time he goes to or from work, or during spare time out, he can always detect the occurrence of some crime—just like right now.

"Ma Ma Zhaodi, Ma Ma Zhaodi, what are you doing? You should know very well yourself that very few superheroes have good endings, and you don't have the capability for that anyway."

He muttered silently, hesitating in the car for a few seconds—just snatching a necklace, this is not a big deal, maybe he doesn't need to play the hero... You are neither as fast as the Flash, nor as rich as Batman, nor as strong as Superman—you will still die if you float.

My original life was clearly not like this; originally I should have been polished smooth and round by this inexplicable world, slippery to the touch; following rules, being cautious, and preserving myself—unable to become friends with anyone, and unable to become enemies with anyone either. I had no need to express my views on every matter, because that would always anger some people who like to express their views. I really had no energy and didn't like arguments, so I was misunderstood as having no views.

Ma Ma Zhaodi thought this, staring blankly at the car door.

Anyway, my colleagues are all like this, talking endlessly only when speaking for themselves, so I integrated into them, becoming the silent majority, daring only to vent a few complaints in that world where no one investigates. Because I know that after waking up, I still have to face my life again—either the bricks today are a bit hot to the touch, or the delivery tomorrow is a bit stuck in traffic. Life is actually not too easy; in the end, I curled back home and started writing my little broken articles.

I am used to hiding.

When poor, cultivate one's own character; when successful, benefit the whole world. I am very glad that I am an incompetent person, so I have no qualification to grieve over others' misfortunes—I have seen such misfortunes far too many times.

"And your wallet! Quick! Take it out!"

"Okay, okay..."

But ever since I came to Gotham, I found that this place is full of things that make people sad; ever since I arrived in this city, I realized that some things are actually not too easy to endure, and I am not as able to endure as I imagined.

Is my virtue too high?

"Mr., please don't, this isn't worth much money, it was sewn for me by my mother..."

"Who cares about all that! Hand it over!"

Bang bang

Ma Ma Zhaodi delivered two crisp punches to that person's head, making him dizzy, then cleanly and decisively delivered a knife-hand strike, knocking him out.

"You are just too inhumane!" Ma Ma Zhaodi spat at the thug on the ground: "My silence does not mean I have no opinion of you!"

Ah, so satisfying; at that moment, I felt this line of dialogue was particularly cool.

Ah, so stupid; having a bit of physical enhancement made me think I could be a hero—but such excessively brutal things, wouldn't any normal person be unable to endure upon hearing them?

Ma Ma Zhaodi silently savored the feel of those three punches; this period of time has been really stifling, and these few strikes were too satisfying.

He turned away with secret satisfaction, leaving only the shocked woman in the alley, staring blankly at the thug on the ground, and Ma Ma Zhaodi's back.

"Hey, hey, hey, is this Chief Gordon? I want to report a crime. Yes, yes, a robber was knocked out by me. Yes, yes, he is too inhumane."

In just a few days, Ma Ma Zhaodi's criminal, no, his righteous methods rapidly evolved: simple and crude, but efficient—he spent three thousand asset points to buy Intermediate Blowpipe Proficiency, spent another two thousand asset points to buy a blowpipe, and finally spent thirty thousand asset points to upgrade Intermediate Stealth Proficiency to Advanced Stealth Proficiency.

【Assassin Blowpipe

Price: 2000 US Dollar Asset Points

Note: A silent weapon, a deadly weapon, a great weapon, a treacherous weapon—Legendary Pirate Edward James Kenway】

"Sigh, did you hear?" In the restaurant, Ma Ma Zhaodi listened to his colleagues chatting: "Gotham City really has not a single peaceful day; it is said that a strange new road has recently appeared in Gotham City, and everyone who commits crimes near that road has met with bad luck, fainting for no reason!"

"Is it that ominous?"

"What do you think? I saw it with my own eyes; a fool holding a gun walked up to that couple with children, just managed to raise the gun, and then clatter! he fell right on the spot! I didn't even see how he fell, and then the police car arrived at the scene and took him away directly."

"Damn, we have to be careful from now on."

"Who says otherwise? Everyone be careful when making money on the side from now on."

"Right... Hey, wait, why do I smell something burning?"

"Do you?"

"Yes," Ma Ma Zhaodi nodded in agreement from the side: "I feel like somewhere is on fire."

At this moment, the supervisor's furious voice suddenly rang out.

"You bunch of stinking **! The restaurant is on fire! Why the hell aren't you coming to put it out quickly!"

"Oh my god!"

That night, on the eve of Valentine's Day, the supervisor led the people in the restaurant to catch an arsonist; Ma Ma Zhaodi looked at his face and felt it was somewhat familiar.

"***, you've only been in Gotham for a few days? You dare to set fire to our restaurant? Are you tired of living?"

However, the other party only sneered coldly.

"You over there with glasses, yes, it's you, you dared to ruin my plans back then—I remember you. We have a long time ahead of us!"

Chen Taowan never expected that not only did he transmigrate, but he actually transmigrated into Batman himself.

As everyone knows, Batman is extremely intelligent, possesses extraordinary wisdom, and has peerless martial arts skills, but—what does all this have to do with me, a transmigrator?

Oh! It's fine, I can inherit Batman's power and memories...?!? Wait, why are they all parallel universe versions?

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(End of this chapter)