Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 388 It's so good to be young, you can fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
When he drove the truck into it, Ma Zhaodi felt a little regretful.

It wasn't because there was anything wrong with the truck itself, but mainly because Barry was there, which prevented him from playing music anymore. The scene of him driving the truck to reincarnate Ma Dong into another world for the first time probably left a deep impression on Barry. Ever since Barry revealed his identity as the Flash to him, he had often heard Barry mention that day, and seemed to still be bothered by the ghost semi-trailer that suddenly appeared on the farm.

"A semi-trailer without music is like a ship missing half its soul."

He floored the accelerator and sped off, glancing down at the dashboard and controlling his speed to a level that wouldn't directly kill the other party—thanks to his master-level driving skills, his speed control and collision angle calculations were remarkably precise.

Gibran and Barry, who were at the front of the semi-trailer, couldn't see the regret on Ma Zhaodi's face. They could only see the dazzling white headlights. As the two subconsciously closed their eyes, the roar of the semi-trailer grew closer and closer.

"Ahhhh-"

Unwilling to sit idly by and await his doom, Gibran heard the approaching approaching figure, his adrenaline surging. He roared, unleashing the surging energy within his body, a crackling blue-green current crackling within him. Meanwhile, Barry, hearing the increasingly agitated and chaotic electrical sounds around him, felt a sense of foreboding. He barely mustered the last vestiges of his Speed ​​Force, propelling himself forward a few meters.

With a deafening roar, the high-speed semi-trailer, carrying a strong gust of wind, rushed past Barry from behind. The tremor made his heart pound violently. When he turned his head to look again, the semi-trailer had already collided head-on with the ball of lightning.

Zila Zila——

A series of tiny yet massive electric currents shattered the semi-trailer, followed by sparks flashing throughout the vehicle. A figure leaped out of the cab—wearing a black robe and a white ghost mask—and nimbly rolled to the ground, unharmed.

At the same time, Gibran, who was almost knocked unconscious by the shock of the truck, still subconsciously released the stored current at maximum power, making the entire semi-trailer spark. It is unknown whether the electric shock damaged the electrical components inside the vehicle, but the truck began to slow down.

After rushing for more than ten meters, the semi-trailer, which had slowed down, finally crashed into the wall surrounding the substation and came to a complete stop. Gibran rolled to the side and groaned in pain on the ground.

A moment later, the weakness in his body brought Gibran back to consciousness. He opened his eyes and found that the dazzling electric light was still connected to the half-hanger and himself.

"no no"

Feeling the energy continuously draining from his body, Gibran cried out in terror. He had absorbed enough energy from the Flash to be about 80% full, but before he could enjoy that satisfaction for even a moment, the power he had absorbed was drained away by the truck.

At this moment, in the cargo compartment at the back of the truck, the three-wheeled vehicle was rapidly operating the single-person energy block production device, continuously converting the enormous amount of electricity released by Gibran into energy blocks. Normally, it would take the machine about a whole day to produce one energy block, but now it was spitting out energy blocks at an astonishing speed.

Each empty energy block container was completely filled with clear purple liquid energy in just a few seconds, and then spat out of the machine. Dumb Cat was responsible for throwing them into the door of the wallpaper room.

"It's published, it's published now!"

The dazzling light of the energy block almost blinded Sanbengzi, making her extremely excited. She guessed that this energy could last for decades without any problem.

"My battery level, my electrical energy, why?!"

Kahlil Gibran screamed as he rolled over and scrambled away from the truck. He had no other thoughts but to get as far away from the terrifying semi-trailer as possible. He could feel the energy in his cells rapidly draining away, being continuously drawn into the semi-trailer, as if it weren't a truck at all, but a bottomless vortex, a greedy behemoth that was about to absorb all his energy.

"Huh? Why did this energy block change color?"

When the three-wheeled vehicle took out another energy block, she was surprised to find that the block had changed color this time. Its interior was no longer filled with the same pink, high-concentration liquid energy as before, but had turned into a strange golden electric light. It was dreamlike and incredibly beautiful, flowing and moving within the energy block. It was neither gaseous, nor liquid, nor solid, but rather just a pure ball of electric light.

But the three-wheeled vehicle knew very well that it could not possibly be just a pure ball of electric light. The single-person energy block production device itself could convert almost all different forms of energy on the planet into liquid energy. Now, this golden electric light energy was obviously of an extremely high level, to the point that even Cybertronian technology could not convert it.

"This is... the Speed ​​Force?"

As she watched the endless stream of Speed ​​Force energy blocks being stuffed into the wallpaper room, the three-wheeled vehicle was almost speechless. From her perspective, the energy contained in each Speed ​​Force energy block was terrifying. In fact, the total energy contained in the previous normal energy blocks was a drop in the ocean compared to these Speed ​​Force energy blocks.

"How on earth does this guy's body contain such outrageous energy?"

The three-wheeled vehicle's thoughts didn't last long. About a minute later, Gibran's energy was completely absorbed. He didn't drag his heavily injured body far before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed on the street.

It looks like it's a little dead.

"I can't die, I can't die!"

The masked man in black robes rushed over and quickly helped up the barely alive Gibran. Just from the touch of his body, he could tell that the guy had probably broken several ribs, was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and might have ruptured organs. He didn't need to look at the other miscellaneous injuries; he would be dead in a few minutes.

"Damn, this guy's even weaker than I thought."

Ma Zhaodi took a small gourd from his pocket, and a drop of wine dripped from the gourd's mouth and slid into Gibran's mouth.

Moments later, Gibran's injuries healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. His ribs reattached, he stopped spitting blood from his mouth and nose, and even began to snore evenly and steadily.

Fun fact: Thousand-Day Intoxication has the strongest instant healing effect of all alcoholic beverages. Even if Ma Zhaodi didn't have time to add any ingredients to the gourd, pure Thousand-Day Intoxication can restore 60% of the maximum health.

One drop of the "Thousand Days' Intoxication" instantly restored Gibran's life to its full potential; of course, the side effect was that he needed a sobering stone to wake up again.

"Old horse?"

Barry finally got up from the ground. He had only had his Speed ​​Force drained and was not actually injured. Only then did he realize that it was Ma Zhaodi who had saved him.

(End of this chapter)