Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 332 The Not-So-Smart Supervisor

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

Thanks to having watched the show before, Ma Zhaodi had a slight impression of the suddenly appearing little mist person, but at the same time, due to the long time that had passed and the fact that the villains in the early stages were not well-known, his impression of them was not very deep.

This minor role, with its limited screen time and development, felt to him like a long string of English listening material, smoothly entering his left ear, then sliding across his smooth, round, wrinkle-free cerebral cortex, and finally exiting through his right ear—leaving no trace or impression whatsoever.

"I remember him being a simple-minded villain who could turn into poison gas, right?"

This simple sentence encapsulates Ma Zhaodi's entire understanding of the Little Fog Man. He has no information about his identity or past experiences, and Ma Zhaodi can't even remember who he was supposed to kill.

Did they get a clear shot of his face?

"Unfortunately, not really."

"I'll definitely pay more attention next time I watch a show."

Ma Zhaodi sighed. The only clue they had was a bald man and a prison uniform. He couldn't possibly investigate every bald man in the city, could he?
Wait, prison clothes?
"Three-wheeled vehicle, check all the bald criminals in Central City Prison and see who escaped or went missing yesterday."

"The search is ongoing—it's all done. Sixteen new prisoners were admitted in the last two months, all of whom had their heads shaved, but none of them have gone missing."

"Where's the old prisoner with the shaved head?"

"A total of forty-seven people, none of whom escaped or went missing."

“That shouldn’t be the case,” Ma Zhaodi scratched his head. “Could it be that what he’s wearing isn’t prison clothes, but a cosplay outfit?”

"The back of that outfit is indeed exactly the same as the prison uniform in Central City Prison, but there is no information on the front."

"Where are the surrounding surveillance cameras?"

"The gas is too well concealed, and the surveillance coverage in the central city is not complete enough."

"So there are no more clues?"

"Indeed not."

"send."

Ma Zhaodi had no better solution for this sudden, unpredictable event—but he did have some reservations about the surveillance coverage in the city center.

"Or I could just set up surveillance cameras all over the city, but that's a bit too extreme."

Ma Zhaodi sighed. After spending some time with the mysterious man with broken bones, he himself had become somewhat bat-like.

"Let's go, let's go." He called out twice, "Business is almost over for today, let's just go home first."

The silly cat reluctantly crawled out of the three-wheeled vehicle and jumped back onto Ma Zhaodi's head.

There were still crumbs of pastry on the corners of his mouth.

"Silly cat, if you steal any more snacks, I'll switch to selling dumplings starting tomorrow."

"Boss, I didn't, hiccup~, I didn't steal any food, meow."

"I'll make you some dumplings when we get home today! I don't even know if the snacks we have every day are sold out or eaten up."

That night, at the edge of the dock in the city center.

Compared to the brightly lit city center, the streets between the buildings at the docks are dimly lit, with shadows scattered throughout the area, making it seem as if this sunny and cheerful city is revealing its dark side at night.

A luxury sedan drove across the damp ground filled with sewage. It was already past 8 p.m., and the car didn't seem like the kind of vehicle that should be in this place at this time of day.

squeak--

The car stopped in a dark alley, and a tall, black man in a high-end black suit stepped out. He frowned and strode towards a man in black in the alley. This black man was none other than Gawa, Steiger's security chief.

He asked the man in black, "Where are your other teammates?"

"One for me is enough."

The man in black didn't even bother to pull off his mask; his eyes were glued to his phone, seemingly busy browsing something, and his voice sounded somewhat muffled.

But you can still tell who it is.

“Mr. Black,” the supervisor replied coldly, “whatever you’re trying to do, you didn’t show up today, but I don’t care. You still have to pay. As for why you didn’t catch Steig today—that’s your own fault for not doing it, it has nothing to do with me.”

“Gava, don’t you think that’s ridiculous?” Denton didn’t even look up, still staring at his phone. “Steig left at 3:09 today, and didn’t even stay in the venue for ten minutes. Besides you, the security chief, who else could have done that?”

Upon hearing this, Gawa's expression turned somewhat grim, because what happened to Steig today was indeed beyond his expectations.

He worried that Blake might actually believe he was trying to profit from both sides and then fight him to the death.

“I’m not going to explain to you, Blake. I’m just telling you where he’ll be, not how long he’ll stay. If you’re slow, that’s not my problem.”

Denton remained silent.

"On the contrary, it was my fault that you were too slow, which caused the kidnapping to fail and the ransom to be lost. I risked my life to provide you with information for nothing, and now I have to worry about being found out. My loss is the greatest."

"What? Are you afraid of being found out?"

"I work in security, and I have a reputation in this industry, you idiot. From this moment on, I will not provide you with any more information. Our cooperation ends here! — Can you please stop staring at your phone? Can you please have some respect for me?"

Denton couldn't help but laugh, but his hands didn't stop.

“Anyway, I’ve already stopped, Gawa.” He replied calmly, “I don’t have the final payment to give you, so let me give you a piece of advice: if I were you, I would switch companies or change careers as soon as possible.”

"Fuck you, Blake, give me the money."

"Anyway, I've already warned you, whether you listen or not is none of my business—as for the money, I don't have any."

Enraged, Gawa clenched his fists and charged forward in three quick steps.

“You have credibility in this business, Gawa, and I’ve recorded our conversation tonight.”

"Let's go. If you're smart enough, listen to my advice. If you're not, don't mess with me."

Seeing that Denton hadn't raised his eyes even once, Gava's face turned pale and then red—of course, to others it always looked black.

"Don't ever show your face in front of me again, you piece of trash."

He uttered a harsh remark in anger, turned around, got into his car, and quickly drove away from the dock.

A moment later, Blake also strolled away.

“What a pity.” He quickly browsed the case information on his phone and dialed a number, muttering, “I don’t have time to actually do recordings—I’m busy.”

"Beep-beep-beep-"

The call was answered, and a man's voice came through: "Who is this?"

"Are you Amon Zachary?"

"Yes you are?"

"I have something I'd like to discuss with you—about Steiger."

(End of this chapter)