Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 307 Fame Isn't All Bad and Bad

People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat; men fear being poor, and women fear being overweight.

Although the language used is a bit rough, the principle is indeed universal.

As Ma Zhaodi straddled the three-wheeled vehicle, facing the two robbers blocking the road, he couldn't help but give them a look of disbelief.

"The environment in the city center is really too good for people. There are so many amateur criminals, and they all manage to survive." He thought to himself, "If those two had even a little bit of brains, they wouldn't be so brainless."

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

Upon hearing Ma Zhaodi's question, the burly man immediately and instinctively replied, "Of course we know—"

“We don’t fucking care what your connections are with the gang!” the skinny guy interrupted hastily. “Just hand over your wallet, and then we’ll go our separate ways. No need to cause any more trouble.”

Ma Zhaodi immediately understood, and he looked up at the time displayed on the system.

“No wonder you didn’t go straight to my house.” He said to the skinny man, “You’ve been in touch with the mob—I bet they’ve given you a lot of information, haven’t they? Like, I make some money from the food truck, and I’m used to putting all my earnings into the bank, so I don’t have any money at home.”

"You weren't after my wallet today. You planned to kill me so you could collect the bounty from the gang and stage the incident as an accidental murder by a robber."

The burly man's eyes immediately widened like saucers: "Damn it, how is this guy so smart—"

"Shut up! You fucking idiot! I've told you before, less talk, more action! More action! But you just won't listen!"

The skinny man interrupted the burly man while angrily kicking his companion's knee: "You managed to turn something that should have been easy into an accident! Damn it!"

The burly man scratched his head, looking aggrieved.

"Didn't you think carefully before accepting the mission? Why didn't those gangsters deal with me themselves? Why did they have to put me out there and then send someone to take me down?" Ma Zhaodi asked with some curiosity. "I've been setting up my stall here for three whole months, three months—and I'm still doing fine. Why do you think I'm so easy to deal with?"

Almost there, just one minute left.

At this moment, the skinny man next to him was also stunned for a moment, because to be honest, when he saw the high reward offered by the gang, his mind was indeed dazzled by the green bills. As for how long Ma Zhaodi had been around here—he really hadn't heard the gang mention such a thing.

"Sigh, just cannon fodder."

Ma Zhaodi sighed: "They make empty promises to get people to do the work, I take the lion's share of the credit, and you cover all the losses. Isn't this just a ruthless boss playing a game of cat and mouse with cannon fodder? If I were you, I would turn around and settle accounts with the gang right now. At least it's much easier to deal with them than with me. And look, I've told you everything. At least I'm more sincere than them."

“Uh, Brian, what he said seems to be right.”

"Shut up, Matthew."

Shorty Brian, having reached his limit, finally drew his pistol from his waist: "We don't care about all your nonsense, you idiot. Someone paid to kill you, so we'll take you down—it's that simple!"

"Good luck to you then."

The timing was perfect, and Ma Zhaodi decided to take the initiative. As soon as he finished speaking, the silly cat immediately understood. It took out the huge acorn cat shovel hidden under the car and jumped directly up from under the two people's feet—this was its own basic leather cat set.

Although it wasn't wearing a helmet or clothes, the cat shovel itself still had two points of attack power. This damage wasn't fatal, but the humiliation of being hit in the face was still quite strong.

Caught off guard, Brian and Matthew were left with two red marks on their faces. A few seconds later, seeing Ma Zhaodi, who had taken the opportunity to escape and had already ridden his tricycle more than ten meters away, the red marks gradually spread to their entire faces.

Matthew's forehead veins were bulging. He had fought countless big guys in his life and believed in the visceral power of real men's punches. Regardless of whether he could win or not, at least it made him feel proud.

"I've never suffered such a humiliation in my life as to be slapped by a cat!" He roared and grabbed Brian, immediately chasing after the three-wheeled vehicle—which wasn't going very fast, so the distance between them was gradually closing.

"You're dead, bastard!"

The roar echoed through the surrounding streets and alleys, and at that moment, Qiao and several colleagues were walking toward this block.

It was already past closing time, but Jimmy had just shared the food truck's location in the group chat five minutes later—so they walked over, hoping they could still make it in time for today's snacks.

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

“I heard that too,” Joe replied. “Are you carrying your sidearm?”

"Yes, I always carry a gun."

"Everyone be careful, we might encounter—"

"Help me!!!"

Ma Zhaodi's screams were both shrill and melodious as he rode his three-wheeled motorcycle, creating a gust of wind as he passed by several policemen.

"Hey? Was that the food truck we were looking for?"

"It seems so, but I'm not sure." Jimmy scratched his head. "He doesn't usually speak this loudly."

"You bastard! Stop right there!"

A rough and angry shout rang out, and a muscular man appeared in front of them, carrying a short man. Judging from his posture, he seemed to be going after the food truck.

Eddie had a bad feeling when he saw the furious man. He looked at Joe beside him and asked, "Joe, what should we do?"

“Nonsense.” Joe drew his pistol immediately: “Whether these two are in danger or not, the food truck owner definitely can’t be in danger—check him out first.”

Several police officers immediately blocked Matthew's path.

"Hey! Hey! You two! Stand still!" Several policemen had their hands on their waists, clearly ready to draw their guns at any moment: "Why were you chasing that person! Were you carrying any weapons?"

Brian cursed angrily. He had clearly put away his pistol, and he had chosen a street that the police would never pass by when he came to deal with Ma Zhaodi, but he still ran into a bunch of cops.

“We didn’t do anything, officer.” He concealed his gun more closely and raised his hands. “The food truck owner took the money and ran away. We’re trying to get it back.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of police officers burst out laughing.

"Kid, you have no idea what that food truck owner's reputation is like around here, do you?"

Jimmy said to the two of them, "If he were really greedy, he could double the price of a pastry and no one would object—he's been selling pastries around here for three months and has never had any trouble or gotten into any trouble."

“He’s an honest Chinese man, you know? Idiot—come with me to the police station!”

As it turns out, fame isn't all bad.

(End of this chapter)