Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 563 A team of five can only support one normal family, right?

Normally speaking, Homelander should indeed die.

He had done far too many terrible things, whether it was giving the death penalty to criminals of different ages and for different reasons who had committed different crimes or who had not actually committed any crimes, or planning to kill the mayor and the ten-year-old child for the secrets of the Vought Corporation, or planning to cut everyone on the plane in half with thermal vision.
Not to mention that when he was a newcomer, he accidentally killed more than a dozen people while on a mission. As for his other more bizarre and niche hobbies, they don't need to be included, because although these things are outrageous, at least they are not illegal.

Strictly speaking, Vought International played a role in his transformation into what he is today, but in any case, he is an undeniable fake hero and a supervillain.

It shows a little more humanity than not eating beef, but it's still limited.

But, so I say but.

"Billy, calm down! Don't be so impulsive!"

Franky pulled back the Butcher, who was about to rush out the door, while Ma Zhaodi looked conflicted: "I know it sounds strange, but isn't it a bit unfair to Homelander to assign responsibility like this?"

"What injustice has he committed? I'm going to kill that bastard!"

"But let me break it down for you. Your wife was the one who cheated on you, Walter Corporation was the one who hid them, and your sister-in-law was the one who helped the company deceive you. Think about it carefully. Homelander is the most confused person in this whole affair besides you. He doesn't even know why you have such a deep hatred for him."

"Who cares if he's innocent or not? I can't lay a hand on Becca, I can't lay a hand on that kid, I can't lay a hand on my sister-in-law, and even Walter is almost finished off by you—who the hell am I supposed to go after if not Homelander?!"

In his rage, the Butcher's thoughts became strangely clear: "If I can't take down Walter's men, can't I take down a crippled Homelander?"

Ma Zhaodi sighed, thinking that the people of the motherland had committed countless evil deeds that had gone unpunished, but this was probably the first time that someone who hadn't done anything had become a scapegoat.

He probably had never suffered such injustice in his entire life.
“Hey buddy, aren’t you going to save them first?” Breast Milk urged from the side, “Family is more important. Becca and Ryan are still in Walter’s controlled area. At least get them out first.”

“Yes, if we go directly to Homelander, we risk being exposed, and Becca might also be transferred.” Franky also advised, “You’ve only ever loved one woman in your life, at least get her out first.”

Ma Zhaodi didn't try to persuade him further—he hadn't stopped the butcher at all, and if the butcher really rushed out the door and found a way to kill Homelander, he would respect the butcher's choice.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

But Mother Milk and Franky seemed unwilling to see Butcher go down the wrong path. After all, they had been friends for many years and probably understood that Becca's appearance was Butcher's hope for getting back on track. Killing Homelander would only give this old friend a criminal record, and they didn't want to see Butcher sent to prison as well.

After a long three minutes, the butcher finally calmed down, sat back on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.

"Damn it, you guys are right this time," he said bitterly. "At least we need to get Becca out of there first."

Given that it was 3 a.m., it wouldn't be feasible to kidnap Becca and Ryan, who knew nothing, overnight. So, Ma Zhaodi said that he would help the Butcher go inside the wall the next day to talk to Becca face to face.

"You two had better finish talking before considering what to do next, lest you bring the child back and start getting a divorce again."

These are Ma Zhaodi's exact words. Frankie, who also comes from a single-parent family, agreed, as he suffered a lot of misfortune during his childhood due to his parents' broken relationship. The next morning at five o'clock, Ma Zhaodi woke up in bed. The first thing he did was pick up his phone and check it—but then he frowned, and only after getting dressed and washing up did he go into the kitchen.

He is currently the head chef of the Black Robe Squad. After getting up and making breakfast for the others, he keeps the food warm, eats his own portion, and then goes out.

The tricycle switched back to motorcycle mode and carried him to the first place Edgar had visited yesterday—the area around the house where only a little girl lived.

He wasn't in a hurry. After putting away the tricycle, he waited quietly downstairs. There was no doubt that the streets of New York were quiet enough in the early morning. Even through the walls and glass, Ma Zhaodi could hear the two soft, even breaths coming from the room across the street.

“The two people are most likely the woman and child the Invisible Man mentioned,” Ma Zhaodi thought to himself. “Their breathing is steady; they’re still sleeping at this hour.”

But they're definitely up to something.

Ma Zhaodi took out his phone. He had previously used the TV camera in the room to observe the situation inside, but when he opened the monitoring window on his phone this morning, he found that he could not see anything.

The screen was completely black, but not in the kind of absolute darkness caused by a lack of light source. Instead, something was covering the camera hole, giving it a hazy, faint glow.

Edgar and the people inside were very alert. Ma Zhaodi thought to himself, "We only met yesterday, and today we've already blocked all the electrical appliances with cameras."

However, this also indirectly confirms the veracity of the Invisible Man's intelligence—the person inside may not be Edgar's lover, but their importance is undeniable.

Should we let three-wheeled motorcycles in?

Ma Zhaodi thought about it and decided not to do it. He could already hear the sounds inside from across the building, so there was no point in planting a bugging device.

He didn't move much and continued to wait quietly.

Time slowly passed, the dim night faded, the eastern sky gradually brightened, and more pedestrians began to appear on the streets. At six o'clock in the morning, the streets of New York finally had some life.

Ma Zhaodi heard some noise in the room; someone got out of bed and came downstairs to wash up.

Ma Zhaodi picked up his phone again to check the time. This person had gotten up very early; the child's breathing could still be heard on the bed, so he must be sleeping.

Waking up at six o'clock sharp, if it's not for work, means this woman is very self-disciplined, has clear goals, and strong self-control—if she really is Edgar's lover, then she must be a high-class lover who is deeply involved in Edgar's life.

After the woman finished cooking and putting on her makeup, she woke up the child. Their conversation at the dinner table consisted of nothing more than casual conversation, with no useful information.

A black sedan had already pulled up at the entrance. As Ma Zhaodi watched the woman and child get out of the car, he immediately took a picture of her face.

"Let me see who this person really is."

(End of this chapter)