Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 478 The Silly Cat Seems to Be Getting a Little Stubborn

What is compound number five?

Madeline's smile remained unchanged. If it weren't for the sudden, awkward silence just now, Steve would have really thought she knew nothing about what he was saying.

"There are rumors that it can knock all your heroes down to earth and reduce them to ordinary people."

Steve's expression was calm, showing no signs of mockery or smugness. He was a very mature and experienced politician, and all his methods were aimed at achieving his goals. He knew that angering Walter would only reduce the chances of a successful negotiation: "I will make sure that this so-called discussion ends in rumors. Madeline, I sincerely want to be friends with you and Walter."

"But friendship is mutual, isn't it?"

Madeline instinctively picked up the wine glass beside her, took a sip, and used those few seconds to think it over before answering Steve, "Three hundred million for the Nubian prince, or we'll go talk to the city of Atlanta about this deal."

"it's a pity"

Steve stood up: "It seems we won't be able to reach an agreement tonight."

"never gonna give you up——"

Ma Zhaodi, who was eating cat food with the silly cat, picked up his phone and saw the incoming call from Clark.

"Hmm? Didn't we just communicate during the day?"

He answered the phone.

"Hello? Clark?"

"It's me. Where are you now?"

"What happened in your rented studio apartment?"

I'd like to meet you.

"Can't we say it over the phone?"

"I just wanted to see a friend; there's nothing to say over the phone."

Clearly, the real meaning of this statement is not "there's nothing to say on the phone," but rather "something that can't be conveyed using the special communication methods of a mobile phone."

That would most likely mean some secret information about the Vought Corporation.

"His progress in infiltrating the ranks faster than both me and the Butcher is really convenient for gathering information. His X-ray vision and super hearing are also a bit too comprehensive."

Thinking this to himself, Ma Zhaodi replied, "I know a bar, I'll send you the location later."

"no problem."

After agreeing on a meeting place, Ma Zhaodi quickly finished his portion of cat food.

[After eating the cat food, you will receive a large attack power boost (increases by 15%).]

Increases maximum health by 50 points (your original maximum health was 100 points).

Increases your maximum stamina by 50 points (your original maximum stamina was 100 points).

[Activate skill - Cat's Fire Might, activated when HP is below 10, increases base attack power to 1.35 times. This base attack power can be further amplified through other combat power enhancement methods, rather than being a single numerical stack.]

Ma Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief.

Life and stamina each increased by fifty points, and attack power increased by fifteen percent. This means that the cat's cooking skills have now reached the level of making high-grade cat food, which is the original limit of the enhancement that cat food can achieve.

As for the cat's Fire Force skill, it's a suicidal skill. With only ten points of health left, even a slight scratch will kill you. It's only useful for a few extremely confident masters who want to go all in and fight to the death. Otherwise, it's practically useless in everyday life.

"Not bad. After learning cooking from me for so long, I've improved a bit. But why are my maximum health and stamina still at the initial 100 points even though my physical attributes have been enhanced by intermediate physical fitness?"

[Incorrect. Before undergoing intermediate physical enhancement, your base stats are far below 100 points.]

[Please carefully recall the various abilities exhibited by hunters in the 'Hunter World' with an initial stat of 100 points, including but not limited to jumping dozens of meters in the air and landing without injury, bathing in lava, washing their hair in poisonous gas and miasma, carrying hundreds of kilograms of weapons with incredible speed, and eating a day's worth of food in one sitting.]

Some creatures in certain worlds only look like humans.

".Reasonable."

Ma Zhaodi was speechless and could only pat the silly cat's head: "Alright, starting today, you don't need to cook three meals a day anymore. Just cook cat food once every three days and basically maintain the habit of cooking."

"Long live the prison, meow!"

"Remember to clean up the pots and pans after you finish eating." "Lao Da is such a lazy cat."

"Also, remember to go to the training ground to fight gorillas and lions at night. You still need to practice your proficiency with the three auxiliary items."

"Don't meow, prison guard!!!"

Ma Zhaodi pulled the silly cat, who was clinging to his trouser leg, off and threw it back into the room: "Stop dawdling. If you really don't like the Ape God, I can replace it with the Mushroom Pig."

"Lao Da, what kind of mushroom-like pig-cat is it? The kind of herbivorous pig-cat with mushrooms growing on its back that only nudges people?"

"Yes, that kind."

"I choose the mushroom pig cat!"

Ma Zhaodi looked at the silly cat with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

"You really want to change? The mushroom pigs in the arena aren't the small pigs you see in the wild. They're much bigger and their attack power has been increased."

"We need to change! There's nothing weaker than the Mushroom Pig, even if it's ten times bigger, it can't kill the cat!"

"remarkably brave."

Ma Zhaodi reached out and adjusted the training content for the silly cat that night to Mushroom Pig—the 200,000 asset points were not used to buy a single type of monster, but to buy the right to use the arena, and the content could be flexibly adjusted.

Ignoring the ecstatic cat, Ma Zhaodi headed straight for the bar where he had arranged to meet Clark.

When Ma Zhaodi arrived at the bar, Clark was already sitting inside.

"A glass of orange juice, please."

"Why is it you again?"

The bartender frowned, suspecting that this guy who always came to the bar to order orange juice was there to cause trouble.

"If you want milk, come home to me—"

Snapped!
Two brightly colored bills were slapped on the bar counter, and the bartender's expression immediately changed.

"I want it with ice."

"No problem, sir. Please enjoy your drink, sir. Call me anytime for a refill, sir."

Clark gave an awkward but polite smile.

"So, what do you want from me?" Ma Zhaodi asked. "Is there any rush?"

"I just wanted to talk to you, just a casual chat between friends."

Ma Zhaodi narrowed his eyes and glanced at the dark mass of people behind Clark, who were currently making a ruckus in the bar.

“No, you have a message for me, and it’s important,” he said. “I know what you’re worried about, just tell me directly.”

Do you know what I'm worried about?

"I know."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just so you know, this is probably one of the most important secrets of the Vought Corporation. I haven't heard much about it, but the only useful clue is a name."

"Tell me."

"Compound No. 5".

"That's interesting. Where did you hear that?"

"The mayor of Baltimore spoke with Vice President Madeline today, and the mayor mentioned this name. He also said that Compound V is enough to destroy all the heroic aura that Vought currently possesses."

"very good."

Ma Zhaodi smiled and patted Clark on the shoulder: "I'm going to find the others in the organization. You go back to Vought first."

(End of this chapter)