Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 469 Butcher
"It seems I can only communicate with you in a way that you can understand."

Ma Zhaodi lowered his head and sighed. He looked at the system panel with some confusion.

"The superpower you gave me isn't very useful either."

When the "internal and external cooperation" part-time job was started, the system offered two types of rewards: one was a settlement after the part-time job was completed, and the other was an advance payment that was given when the part-time job was started.

[Advance Bonus - Enhance and activate the latent superpowers granted to you by the particle accelerator explosion]

[Job assignment accepted, rewards activated]

[Hidden superpowers being activated - Activation complete]

[You have gained a superpower: Villain Affinity]

[The Villain's Affinity]

Note: This is a passive superpower that automatically activates when you come into contact with villains, increasing the rate at which your favorability with them rises, allowing you to quickly gain their trust in a short period of time.

Note 2: Let me see what this kid has done! He's two-faced, scheming, deceitful, takes bribes, and frames people. This guy can't possibly be a hero! He's a born villain!

"Even though I've watched it so many times, it still feels so unsettling every time I watch it again. Can you please stop teasing me?"

[This is simply an objective fact]

“fnndp”.

"Hey, I said!" The gruff man's voice drew Ma Zhaodi's attention back: "What the hell are you daydreaming about? Want a hole punched in your head?"

"No, I was just thinking that since you won't listen to me when I speak properly, I'll have to try a different way of speaking."

"Ok?"

A look of confusion and wariness flashed across the man's face. He subconsciously sensed that the words contained a dangerous undertone, but he didn't see the young man opposite him make any move.

"Or maybe we should teach him a lesson first and make a few holes in him."

With that thought in mind, the man pulled out a crowbar from his waist.

"We need to keep things quiet. Opening fire directly could attract the police or other superpowered bastards."

However, Ma Zhaodi also stepped towards him at this moment, his face showing no panic or fear, but rather as if he was about to fight back.

"Something's wrong."

Without further hesitation, the man quickly retreated and pulled the trigger—if the man in front of him wasn't stupid, then he must have something to rely on.

"Superpowers?"

The answer to this question was provided in the next second.

bang!

A wisp of smoke drifted into the night wind from the black muzzle of the gun, and scattered fragments of the pistol exploded, leaving two bloody streaks on the man's face. He trembled as he threw away the broken gun, blood gushing from his right hand.

He didn't even see when the person opposite him drew their gun. All he knew was that the moment he was about to pull the trigger, a bullet shot directly into his gun barrel with unbelievable speed and accuracy.

"We're still in a dark alley, this guy is definitely a superhuman."

"No, it's just pure marksmanship."

Ma Zhaodi put the pistol back on his waist: "Of course, if you take into account the speed of drawing the gun, the speed of firing, as well as eyesight and muscle control, it is not pure marksmanship - the higher the basic quality, the stronger the skill performance."

"Say it again, my name is Ma Zhaodi, what's your name?"

Go home and ask your mother!

The man rushed forward in a few strides, pulled out a crowbar, and aimed it at Ma Zhaodi's arm. It was clear that he was wary of Ma Zhaodi's marksmanship.

"Are you brainless? Or do you never think when you're in a fit of rage?"

Click! Click!
The crowbar he swung was caught in his hand. The man's vision blurred, and he felt a tricky force coming from it. Following his own exertion, the crowbar was pulled and twisted, causing him to stumble and lose his balance. Then came several short and swift attacks.

Abdomen, shoulders, elbows.
In the brief seconds it took for him to lose the ability to think after being struck in the abdomen, his joints were dislocated. "Ah! You bastard! You—"

"Don't scream."

The crowbar was shoved directly into the man's mouth, forcing his tongue and jaws apart, rendering him immobile.

Looking at the man's clenched teeth, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but bare his own teeth: "I put away my gun because I wanted to talk to you. You BYD, all you want is to have fun fighting. Are you a masochist?"

To be honest, Ma Zhaodi had rarely used the Master-level Firearms Proficiency before, and he had never used the Master-level Unarmed Close Combat Proficiency even once. Apart from virtual scenario training, he had only fought against people a handful of times.

Why resort to violence when you can resolve things through intrigue, coercion, and bribery?
When there's no way out, fighting desperately is called courage; but if someone is always fighting desperately, it just means they probably have a lot of resurrection coins.

What? No resurrection coins? Then dying once means certain death!

"Let me ask you something: can you speak normally now?"

Ma Zhaodi asked, "Think carefully before you answer. My gunshot has already been heard, and there's a high probability that someone will call the police immediately. Judging by the time it takes, it should only be a few minutes."

“I don’t intend to kill you, but I’ve already given you three chances to speak. If you continue to act like an idiot, then I’ll strip you naked and hang you on a street lamp with your crotch facing outwards.”

"If you're lucky, you'll be taken in for questioning by the police who arrive later; but if you're unlucky, you might run into a sexually frustrated man in Nantong during those few minutes, and I can't guarantee you won't be traumatized later."

After speaking, Ma Zhaodi pulled the crowbar out of the man's mouth.

"what do you say?"

"Turtle—"

"Well, that was a pretty decisive choice."

Ma Zhaodi immediately took out a rope and led the man outside.

"Alright! Stop, stop right there! You bastard! Let's talk!"

"Ah, you're finally willing to talk. I quite liked your unruly attitude earlier. How about you calm down?"

Muttering insinuations about the man before him, Ma Zhaodi snapped his two arms back together with two cracks.

The two blows to set the bone were actually very painful, but the other person didn't even groan. He just grinned and gritted his teeth, his cheeks twitching a couple of times. You could tell he was the kind of old-fashioned tough guy.

Maybe her idol is Arnold Schwarzenegger.

"Let's go somewhere else and talk."

Two minutes later, the two arrived at a nearby bar.

"Orange juice, thank you."

"No."

"Then ice water."

The bartender wondered what a penniless guy was doing at the bar, but his face remained expressionless as he served him a glass of ice water.

Ma Zhaodi took the iced water and said to the man, "Don't be shy, order for yourself. I'm not going to treat you or pay for it."

The man ignored him and went straight to ordering a glass of strong liquor.

As the bartender walked away, Ma Zhaodi spoke up.

"name?"

".Butcher."

"He had a face full of scars, was big and burly, had a fiery temper, and was a complete brute."

Ma Zhaodi nodded.

"He really does look like a butcher."

(End of this chapter)