Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 509 Do you understand?
Butchers have never liked being restrained.

Thanks to the classic wolf-like upbringing of his redneck bastard father, coupled with subsequent family misfortunes, he now acts like a scoundrel in everything he does. He gets slapped twice for even glancing at a dog on the street, let alone being bossed around by others.

However, he did not express any opinion on Ma Zhaodi's autocratic behavior this time.

"Old Ma is a real bastard. But he's not wrong."

He doesn't often comment on people like that. In his view, the world is full of annoying things. There are too many bastards like Vought and the superheroes, too many cowards like politicians and government officials who don't dare to say a word about superheroes, and too few people with guts.

He knew he was a bastard, but he was a bastard with guts. He had never backed down from the behemoth that was Vought Corporation, so he felt justified in looking down on everyone, including Franky and Breast Milk, who worked with him.

“I can take on Walter on my own, they can’t, so they need me. In that case, I’ll make the decisions. I’ll decide what to do and what not to do.”

Until Ma Zhaodi ran into the team.

Can a person truly always stay on the right path?

Butcher knows better than anyone how terrifying and perverted those superhumans are. In order to fight against them, he has long since abandoned his bottom line, principles, and a part of his humanity. Whether it's the CIA, the FBI, or everyone he has encountered in his life, they are all proving one thing to him—if he doesn't do this, he has no chance of winning.

To deal with Walter, Butcher, and even Franky and Breast Milk, they had already made up their minds—of course, they were no pushovers to begin with, so this decision wasn't difficult for them.

Until Ma Zhaodi ran into the team.

"I will not give you a choice between humanity and reality, because every choice has the potential to make people lose their humanity."

"Now, I'll choose, and you follow suit."

These were words that Ma Zhaodi did not say outright, but the other three members of the black-robed squad could clearly sense his attitude.

“Since he can take on Walter all by himself without having to abandon his conscience, which we can’t do, then we need him. In that case, let him be in charge and decide what to do and what not to do.”

Since Ma Zhaodi didn't give them a choice anyway, they might as well go all the way down the dead end of conscience.

"No more choices? That's surprisingly refreshing!"

boom--

The sound of the door closing interrupted the butcher's thoughts. Breast Milk came into the room from outside with several brochures and distributed them to the others inside.

“I checked, and the 'Samaritan's Hug' Foundation's next event is tomorrow, so we can leave tomorrow morning.”

"Row."

After handing out the flyers, the woman glanced at Ma Zhaodi, who was holding a book, walked over and handed him the car keys, asking, "Weren't you originally driving a Chevrolet? Where did that Toyota outside come from?"

"The Chevrolet has been spotted with our own eyes. If we don't change the car model and license plate, won't the investigation come back to us?"

Ma Zhaodi shook his head: "Anyway, Toyota SUVs are so common on the street, they won't attract much attention, so it's better to switch to this one."

"So when you went out yesterday saying you wanted to take care of the car, you meant to just replace it? I thought you'd just wash it and that would be enough." "Washing it isn't as safe as replacing it. Changing the model makes it harder to be found. Besides, I haven't even spent all the 100,000 yuan that Wot Company gave me. What's wrong with me buying a few nearly new used cars?"

Several people looked at each other.

The butcher asked, "What about the old cart?"

"It's been taken care of, don't worry. It was done very cleanly, the people from Water Company won't be able to find it."

After spending points to unlock the Chevrolet car mode, the three-wheeled vehicle can transform itself into other cars. The moment it transforms from a Chevrolet into a Toyota, the original Chevrolet can indeed be seen as completely cleaned up.

Seeing that Ma Zhaodi was so confident, the others didn't ask any more questions. Only the butcher mentioned that they shouldn't resell it, lest the Water Company find out.

Ma Zhaodi reiterated that there was no need to worry, as he was not that stupid.

The room was quiet for a short while. The butcher stopped talking and continued flipping through the phone book, probably thinking about who to complain to about Walter Company. Breastfeeding called his wife and daughter. He hadn't come home last night and was trying to coax his family.

The woman who was rescued yesterday was hiding in a corner of the house. After taking a shower and changing her clothes, everyone could tell that she was about twenty years old, with a somewhat childish appearance. She should actually be called a girl.

Having been tortured for so long, his expression was a mixture of panic and ferocity.

She tried to rush out of the stronghold this morning, crying and wailing, but was stopped by Ma Zhaodi.

"This is New York City, USA, which is more than 10,000 kilometers away from your Japan. Even if you flew to Tokyo, it would take you ten to fifteen hours, not to mention that you don't have legal status yet and can't buy a plane ticket at all."

"Do you know what your top priority is? It certainly can't be to just go out, hijack a car, drive into the Pacific Ocean, and then swim back using your superpowers—your top priority is to save up some money, find someone to forge your identity, and then buy a plane ticket to fly back properly."

"Or go a step further, if you want to take revenge on the Vought Corporation first, or if you want to do something else here, the best option is not to charge around alone, because you can't communicate with anyone right now, understand?"

Looking into the girl's eyes, Ma Zhaodi calmly said, "You need help, and we are willing to help you. Therefore, staying here for a while before leaving is the best decision. Do you understand?"

The girl exerted all her strength, trying to break free from Ma Zhaodi's hold, but failed.

They tried again, but still failed.

"do you understand?"

Looking at the smiling Ma Zhaodi, she could only nod in grievance to show that she understood, and then Ma Zhaodi finally let go of her hand.

Seeing the girl huddled in the corner, withdrawn, Frankie stood up. He wanted to communicate with her using sign language, hoping to guess her meaning. However, Ma Zhaodi took the book and phone and went over first, opening the thin book in front of the girl.

"This is the Japanese syllabary (hiragana and katakana). Have you learned it? Nod if you have."

The girl took the Japanese syllabary chart from his hand, clutched it tightly, and looked at the children's chart with small animals printed on it. Her eyes welled up with tears—this was one of the books that introduced her to the world during her childhood, how could she forget it?

She nodded.

(End of this chapter)