Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 380 Hardened, Fist Hardened (Seeking Votes at the End of the Month)

When Ma Zhaodi discovered that there was a criminal with superpowers right in front of him, he immediately couldn't contain himself.

He was about to get up and talk to the Black girl to get some information out of her, but Snart didn't stop talking. Clearly, the information he was providing wouldn't be repeated like in an English listening exercise; it would only be said once.

This kind of self-centered style isn't very considerate, but all supervillains are like this; Ma Zhaodi has seen it all before.

So he restrained himself and sat back down.

Aren't you going to go find her?

"Let's hear the intelligence first," Ma Zhaodi replied. "The person can't escape."

"Quite confident."

Snart smiled and continued, "Besides the two I just mentioned, there are three more pieces of information left. I can't guarantee their authenticity; I haven't finished investigating them myself."

"Thirdly, many bars have been vandalized recently, including this one—here are the addresses of the bars that have been vandalized. If you're so capable, go check the surveillance footage at these bars and look for clues."

"Fourthly, I found an ally; as for anything else, I have no comment."

"Fifth, there's a person in the central city who can breathe fire. He's been appearing near the Star Labs recently, but I don't plan to recruit him, so I don't have any more information."

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhaodi instinctively asked, "Why not recruit him? Has this person ever offended you?"

"No, we've never actually met, and there's another reason why I don't want him."

At this point, Snart didn't explain further, but simply ate the last two fries on his plate, wiped his hands, and stood up.

"I've really had enough. Old Ma, think it over. My invitation is still valid, it's still one million. I'll help you take over this store, and after the renovation, the rest can be your start-up capital."

“Not interested.” Ma Zhaodi shook his head. Central City is a bustling metropolis. One million could probably buy a shop and complete the renovations, leaving a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand as capital. But Snart handled all the financial operations himself. What he gave him was actually a piece of real estate.

Real estate cannot be exchanged for asset points in the system. In the end, you can only get a little over one million asset points, and you will be stuck in this place. Once your residence is fixed, Reverse Flash will definitely start spying on you.

He even has a security camera installed in his current rented room. If it weren't for the fact that the room is so small that one camera could see everything, he definitely wouldn't mind installing several more.

Snart didn't care. He walked straight out of the bar and disappeared into the crowd. When Ma Zhaodi turned to look at the black girl again, she was still in the bar and hadn't left.

Since she didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, Ma Zhaodi wasn't in a hurry anymore. He returned to the table with Barry and the other two and found that they seemed to have sobered up a bit.

"Old Ma, why did you take so long?" Barry, who recovered the fastest, asked. "It's been almost twenty minutes."

“You woke up a bit too quickly,” Ma Zhaodi laughed. “But that’s just right, it’s good that you’re awake.”

"Huh? What operation? Did you see anything unusual?"

"Just wait a moment."

Ma Zhaodi took out a sobering stone and waved it under Cisco and Caitlin's noses.

"Don't get drunk, it's time to get down to business."

The two sneezed simultaneously, then looked up as if waking from a dream.

"Hmm? What time is it?"

Are we drunk?

"I definitely drank one glass."

"I'm also an old Ma. What kind of liquor did you bring?"

"Don't ask too many questions, or the bartender will start a real fight."

Ma Zhaodi waved to the two of them: "In short, I just went to see a friend who isn't exactly a respectable person, and he gave me some information."

Barry, a police officer, reacted quickly: "You mean a repeat offender?" "I mean an informant, something like an informant, anyway."

Ma Zhaodi replied, "You should be quite familiar with this kind of thing. Joe is a veteran policeman, and he must have his own intelligence channels."

"Where did you meet someone like this?" Cisco asked, puzzled. "Don't you usually just sell food?"

“I’ve been running all over the city, and I even picked up a superhuman.” Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes. “Rather, I could know anyone. And have you forgotten that I’ve messed with gangsters before? It’s perfectly normal for me to know people like that.”

"So what message did he give you?"

"Oh, there are five in total: one about Snart, one about multiple bar riots, one about a man who can breathe fire, one about a substation worker, and one more."

Ma Zhaodi placed his phone on the table; it showed the black woman from the corner of the bar: "This is her—my five o'clock position."

The three of them instinctively looked over, and Ma Zhaodi didn't stop them. Striking a warning shot and making a fuss over the grass were the same thing; they could see what this woman's abilities were.

Although from the Enderman's perspective it should be teleportation, it's better to be sure—in any case, Barry definitely can't catch up with a teleporting person on his first try.

Unless you prepare in advance.

The three Ciscos were all very clever. When they saw the woman realize that someone was watching her and get up to leave, they immediately knew that she had noticed them, and they all lowered their heads again.

"Oh no, we've alerted them! Barry, why didn't you put on a show?"

"What? Me? Aren't you one too?"

"Alright, if you keep dawdling, they'll leave."

"How to do?"

"We can't be sure if the other party is a superpowered person—Old Ma, is your informant reliable?"

"He rarely messes up."

After a moment of silence, Barry stepped forward.

"Then I'll go and try her out."

"Are you sure?"

"No problem—Old Ma, hurry up and get two glasses of wine."

"what?"

Ma Zhaodi watched Barry walk toward the black girl, unaware of what was going on, but still subconsciously ordered two drinks.

"He's trying to seduce you? Then why doesn't he order his own drinks? Is he broke?"

“Isn’t the word ‘seduction’ a bit too crude?” Caitlin complained. “Besides, the salary for being the only CSI member in the police department is pretty good.”

"So why doesn't he do it himself—"

Before the group could exchange more than a few words, Barry had already brought the woman back to the table.

“This is Shauna Baez,” he introduced to the group. “This is my friend, Cisco, Caitlin—oh, and this one, he wanted to offer you a drink, but he’s from the University of Tokyo, and the culture there doesn’t allow people to casually approach girls, so he didn’t dare—oh, his name is Ma Zhaodi.”

Ma Zhaodi's eyes widened like saucers once again: "I think—"

“That’s right, that’s what he was thinking.” Cisco was the first to react: “Look, he even ordered the drinks.”

“Yes, yes.” Caitlin tried her best to suppress a laugh: “He was thinking it.”

Ma Zhaodi felt his fist harden.

(End of this chapter)