What kind of modification is this?

It was 1 PM, and Ma Zhaodi finally returned to the shabby residential area of the East End in his beloved ride.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that the two of them took too long to pick a ride. In fact, the entire car-buying process only took about 10 minutes. The reason they returned at this hour was that the ride Ma Zhaodi chose had a slight disadvantage in terms of speed.

"Hah, hah, hah," Ma Zhaodi panted, his body drenched as if he'd been washed in water. He pushed a folding bicycle to the side of the road like a dead dog.

A taxi followed slowly behind, eventually stopping by the roadside. The door opened, and Drake, looking refreshed, stepped out.

"Can you even make it? It's just riding back to the East End from Osburg District, why do you look like you're about to die?"

"I, I had an early class, if you have the guts, try riding the whole way yourself."

Ma Zhaodi's stamina wasn't actually bad, but it couldn't be called excellent either. He was able to complete the journey mainly due to frequent rests.

You know, because the taxi Drake called had followed them the whole way, the fare this time was exceptionally high. Drake's grimace when he paid before getting out of the taxi did somewhat balance Ma Zhaodi's own imbalance.

"So I told you, why not just buy a cheap motorcycle, or a cheap used car? You insisted on buying a folding bicycle."

Drake shook his head and sighed, "Driving a car in Gotham can protect you from drive-by shootings and also serve as a temporary cover during gunfights, limiting the shooting angles of others. It's a win-win-win business."

Ma Zhaodi finally caught his breath. He held it in for a long time before finally spitting out, "I don't know how to drive."

He really didn't know how to drive. He got his license from the System, not by taking the test himself. Moreover, he had only passed the first part of the driving test in China and hadn't learned the practical driving yet—not to mention that cars in America are different from driving in China.

Drake was stunned upon hearing this. "?Where's your license?"

"The license is real, but I genuinely don't know how to drive—so if I had bought a car, we could randomly pick an unlucky person on the street tomorrow and start a second gunfight."

According to Ma Zhaodi's original plan, he could also check the prices of driving skills available in the System, and perhaps find a cheap ride along the way.

As a result, when he walked down the street and opened the System Mall again, and saw the section for his asset points, his eyes widened like saucers, and he felt like the sky had fallen.

Because the System now showed his asset total as three dollars, the same as yesterday.

What, where's my over four thousand dollars? I just got over four thousand and it's still in my bag, how come your asset points didn't increase at all?

Did you embezzle it?

"The Self-Made System reminds you: You reap what you sow. Those who labor gain, and those who do not, gain nothing."

"Your asset points will only increase after completing work that matches the duration of the reward."

"Therefore, the settlement time for this batch of asset points will be after completing four weeks of work. That is, next month."

"You motherf***er."

Ma Zhaodi's mood immediately changed slightly.

"Then what about my tips?"

"Your tips will be settled after each order is completed, and the corresponding asset points will be added within the System."

"Then, it's, fine." Ma Zhaodi gritted his teeth, enunciating each word, and told himself to calm down.

This System wasn't entirely a scumbag. At least he could get some asset points for emergencies during the days he worked.

Since the System's asset points hadn't increased, the plan to buy a cheap ride or learn driving skills from the mall had to be put on hold for now.

So, what should he choose as a mode of transportation before he learned to drive or bought a driving skill?

Gotham's infrastructure wasn't particularly bad. There were buses and subways in the East End, but these were often frequented by hoodlums who liked to "zero-dollar shop" or gangs of street thugs.

He was a bit introverted and didn't really want to have friendly chats or intense debates with people like Old Jack, but he still had to bring home cash tips every day.

After all, real-world wages didn't need to, and couldn't, be casually thrown into the Self-Made System. As long as he earned money from his job, the asset points in the Self-Made System would automatically increase. If he wanted to deposit the US dollars he earned into the System, it would cost some asset points.

Therefore, a bicycle, motorcycle, or taxi was a viable option. He just had to hold on for two months until he learned to drive.

So, Ma Zhaodi honestly bought a cheap folding bicycle for sixty dollars. As for why he didn't buy a motorcycle, it was because a bicycle could be taken directly home and stored, while a motorcycle was at a greater risk of being damaged.

Moreover, the simpler the transportation, the safer it was in the East End. A poor guy riding a cheap bicycle would be subconsciously prioritized behind a car driver by potential robbers.

The only drawback was that riding a bicycle was physically demanding and time-consuming.

So, the two of them wobbled their way towards the East End. To Ma Zhaodi's surprise, the forty-minute journey that should have taken forty minutes on Old Jack's ride, which had two flat tires that morning, actually took him until 1 PM.

It could only be said that Old Jack was something else. Even with very loose tires, his reliable riding skills compensated for it.

"If I go to work at this efficiency, Donald will fire me in less than three days."

Just as Ma Zhaodi was feeling down, the System's voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "The Self-Made System reminds you that the mall is dedicated to providing you with Bike Mod Service, starting at 50 asset points; Electric Wheelchair Mod Service, starting at 100 asset points; Car Mod Service, starting at 1000 asset points."

"That's f***ing awesome."

Putting aside what kind of modification only a thousand dollars could buy for a car, what the hell was this Electric Wheelchair Mod Service option?

He looked closely at the wheelchair's PS.

"Speed is eighty miles per hour, feeling is freedom, cool, Otto, cool!"

"Please note, this mod service should be used in conjunction with the Wheelchair Driving Expertise Skill. Reckless driving leads to tears for loved ones."

To be honest, in a city like Gotham, the disadvantage was encountering all sorts of lunatics, but the advantage was that when you went crazy, everyone would just look at you, the new lunatic, with a look of accustomed indifference.

In any case, Ma Zhaodi was indeed a little tempted at this moment.