Here's Johnny!

Morning, Gotham.

Ma Zhaodi woke from his dream, his first greeting to the city an unconscious one.

It was mainly because he'd had a nightmare where he was hung by a pervert in a bat costume from a gargoyle on Gotham's tallest clock tower and had his soles tickled.

He was tickled all night, which was terrifying, a hellish torment.

While it's true that what you think about during the day affects your dreams, he hadn't seen that guy much lately. At most, he'd seen him hang a few people tonight and last night. Why should he be tormented in his dream?

It must be Gotham City's fault, so Morning, Gotham.

Ma Zhaodi subconsciously put on his clothes and glanced at the sky outside the window, only to lie back down the next second.

At this moment, Gotham City was still shrouded in darkness. He pulled out his phone to check the time; it was 11:22 AM.

He'd only slept for ten minutes.

However, his mind was now so full of energy that he was almost manic, completely unable to sleep. He couldn't help but sigh.

"The after-effects are a bit strong. The System's stuff is too pure."

He opened the System Store and looked through it carefully, confirming how long this state would last.

"Large amount of Blue Petal Flower Tea added to inventory.

Price: $30/serving.

Description: I can stay like this with you all day!"

Great. He'd been a bit on edge from being bothered this morning and wanted a pick-me-up this afternoon, so he bought this flower tea at 2 PM. He hadn't expected this state to last until 2 PM tomorrow.

"I didn't even realize this stuff would override sleep. The original didn't mention this effect. Steve needed medicine and still slept. You're more amazing than Steve."

Ma Zhaodi, who secretly vowed not to buy random things again, opened the store and looked carefully. Sure enough, he found Pink Flower Tea.

Heh.

His mind was too full of energy to sleep now, so he browsed the store again and bought a $5 beginner's driving textbook.

Asset points could be earned later, but he still needed to spend them wisely. He wasn't in a hurry to drive anyway, and learning himself would save him some Asset points for Intermediate Car Driving Mastery later.

The System's store was quite user-friendly; you could pay the difference to upgrade purchased skills to higher levels. Ma Zhaodi, who already had Intermediate Wheelchair Driving Mastery, only needed to spend another 200 points to master Advanced Wheelchair Driving Mastery. Similarly, if his skill level reached Beginner Car Driving Mastery, he wouldn't need to spend $500 Asset points to buy Beginner Driving Mastery.

Just then, he noticed another interesting service option.

"Hmm? Simulated Driving Training?"

Ma Zhaodi clicked on it with interest. The price for simulated driving was $5 Asset points per session, and each session lasted two hours.

"Can arbitrarily change the scene, terrain, road conditions, and vehicle type? It's quite generous. Can I only choose cars? That's reasonable."

Speaking of which, would F1 racing cars count as cars?

Ma Zhaodi casually flipped through the textbook but didn't find any mention of racing cars.

This was also reasonable; it was a beginner's driving tutorial, so teaching F1 would be a bit humorous.

There were certainly racing cars in the simulated driving training, but he had no idea how to drive them, so he definitely couldn't try it. Since that was the case, he'd first learn the basic driving skills according to the textbook.

He carefully read the beginner's textbook and found there were too many flashy terms. So, he clicked on the video section of the textbook. After familiarizing himself slightly for half an hour, he entered the mental simulation training.

Two hours later, Ma Zhaodi, who had crashed to his heart's content, returned to reality from the simulation training.

Anyway, you couldn't die in simulation training, and you could change the terrain as you pleased. Beginners should naturally go all out and speed.

Who wouldn't want to drive a car across the Grand Canyon and then crash straight into the DC Film Department, directly eliminating a few high-ranking officials who liked to stir up trouble, thus ridding the people of evil?

This was the only limitation to his performance, that this driving simulation didn't allow him to fly a plane.

After coming out, Ma Zhaodi didn't even look at the skill bar in the store because his driving definitely hadn't reached beginner mastery. The two hours of practice had only taught him acceleration, deceleration, and braking, but the finer details were still lacking.

The two hours of practice were a bit boring, so he spent $1 Asset point in the System Store to buy a TV series he hadn't finished watching, then spent another $3 Asset points on a pile of grilled skewers and a cup of soda, and started watching slowly.

He decided to have fun all night today. Although it was a bit of a waste, eating grilled skewers and drinking soda late at night while watching TV shows without worrying about having no energy for work tomorrow was simply amazing for a working man.

At three in the morning, a gunshot suddenly rang out outside the window. The sound was so close to Drake's house that Ma Zhaodi instinctively tensed up.

Ma Zhaodi instinctively reached for his waist, fiddling with the Beretta he'd never dared to take off.

Should he go downstairs to see? But he had no idea what was happening below, and he'd only learned how to use a gun from Drake. At best, he could fire it, but he wasn't sure where the bullet would end up.

But if he didn't go downstairs, what would happen to the person who got shot?

He was beginning to understand the difference between superheroes and supervillains.

Whether they were made of steel or flesh, possessed immense strength or intellect, would they die immediately after taking a bullet? At least they dared to face the muzzle.

"But I'm just an ordinary person. The less ability, the less responsibility," he thought, taking another bite of grilled meat. Without the ability to help the world, it was always most important to protect oneself.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot.

"Tsk." He thought that the person who was shot was likely already dead anyway, and it was too late for him to do anything.

"Bang!"

"Are you fucking kidding me, is this ever gonna end?"

Ma Zhaodi opened the shop again and started browsing.

In the pitch-black night sky, a loud, clear scolding from a West Coast Black Woman suddenly erupted from somewhere unknown.

"I'll fuck you, who the hell is awake at this ungodly hour! You like disturbing people, huh! Son of the Beach, if you've got the guts, stand your ground and don't run, I'll fucking shoot bullets from your ass right into your mouth!"

In a dark alleyway, a woman moaning in pain was pressed against the wall, with a gun muzzle in each of her hands, from which blood was currently flowing.

A man holding a gun was tearing at her clothes with bloodshot eyes, greediness and madness flashing in his blood-veined gaze. However, he suddenly heard the scolding and stopped his actions in surprise.

Immediately after, he seemed to hear footsteps in a nearby dark alley.

"Bang!"

The deafening roar of a shotgun echoed through the East End.

"You bastard! Where are you!"