Wow, A Soul King to Start!

In Gotham City, the Wayne Group is undoubtedly the number one enterprise in terms of comprehensive strength. Getting a job here basically allows one to fantasize a little about a beautiful future life in Gotham.

If given the opportunity to join, a normal person would generally not refuse an invitation from the Wayne Group. After all, it can be considered the best starting point for fantasies like getting promoted and a raise, taking on high office, marrying a rich and beautiful woman, and reaching the pinnacle of life.

With that, Ma Zhaodi looked at the System.

"I feel like this moment is the beginning of my successful life."

"After detection, the basic requirements for staff in the Wayne Group's technology department include proficiency in some intermediate mechanical skills, proficiency in some intermediate programming skills, proficiency in some intermediate physics skills, and other skills. You do not possess the professional skills and qualifications for this job. If you force your way in, you will not be able to earn Asset Points through work."

With that, Ma Zhaodi looked at Lucius.

"Sorry, I can't do it. Goodbye."

This is hilarious. Ma Zhaodi's current Asset Points are less than five hundred. Besides the initial souped-up wheelchair and Advanced Wheelchair Driving Mastery, he later used them to buy Elementary Driving Mastery and Elementary Firearm Proficiency.

These two skills cost five hundred and one thousand five hundred respectively, using up two thousand dollars in Asset Points. To buy all the skills required for the technology department, Ma Zhaodi would need to save for at least a few more months.

There's no other way. This is Gotham. Not being able to drive or shoot makes it impossible to maintain daily life. Even if Ma Zhaodi rode his wheelchair at super high speeds to and from work every day, he was still chased and shot at by a bunch of small-time thugs in the evening streets, and his wheelchair was eventually stolen.

Hearing Ma Zhaodi's reply, Lucius didn't react much. He just smiled and asked, "You rejected the job without even asking about its details?"

"I know my own situation," Ma Zhaodi sighed. "If you don't have the skill, don't take the job. I'm afraid I can't handle this job. I'll continue to be a waiter—as for the payment, I don't know what to ask for. Can you just give me money?"

"Of course, I will personally pay you 50,000 US dollars as compensation, which will be transferred to your account soon."

The people at Wayne Group are truly rich. Selling a few flowers for fifty thousand dollars.

Unfortunately, this fifty thousand doesn't count as normal labor compensation, so the Asset Points in the System didn't increase.

"Goodbye, Mr. Ma Zhaodi. If you have any clues about this plant, please feel free to find me anytime."

"Next time, for sure," Ma Zhaodi waved his hand. "Goodbye, Lucius."

"Alright, alright. Although I'm not entirely sure how you got so much money, in short, you want to buy a car, right?"

"I told you it was a normal transaction," Ma Zhaodi corrected him. "Can you not use that tone that's easily misunderstood? I can honestly be called the most law-abiding person in all of Gotham. Giving me a five-star citizen award wouldn't be an exaggeration."

Drake selectively ignored his words and muttered to himself, "The car will be parked in the East End of Gotham tonight. You can't buy anything too new, too expensive, or not sturdy enough. Thinking carefully, this week's salary is enough to buy a cheap, second-hand piece of junk. Anything more expensive isn't safe."

"So the real expense of buying a car is actually a safe parking spot?"

Drake glanced at him. "What nonsense are you talking about? Where in the East End is there a safe parking spot? Even the Falcone family can't set up that kind of business."

"Then what if my car gets stolen?"

"A piece of junk second-hand car can last at least a year. Even if it's stolen in half a year, will you feel heartbroken?"

"...It still cost over two thousand dollars, so I'd feel a bit heartbroken."

This is actually a bit of lip service. A broken car for over two thousand dollars, as long as it can move, it's a hundred points. If it gets into an accident, I'll have to blame my own driving skills.

It didn't complain about me being poor, so why should I complain about it being broken?

"Hey, Drake, coming to buy a car?"

"Yeah, got anything reliable? Something around two thousand dollars is fine."

Seeing how familiar Ma Zhaodi was with Drake and the car dealer, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"You even know car dealers?"

Drake shrugged. "I drove here when I first came to Gotham. Who do you think I sold my car to?"

Ma Zhaodi understood. While the car dealer turned to lead the way, he quietly asked Drake, "Is this guy honest?"

Drake gave him a strange look. "What nonsense are you talking about? Where in the East End are there honest car dealers?"

"Then you."

"Of course, I got ripped off. Then I took emergency measures to stop the losses."

"You pulled a gun on him?"

"No, from that day on, I gained a part-time job as a vehicle salesman in the East End, specifically responsible for bringing people here to buy and sell cars. The car dealer and I split the profits fifty-fifty."

Okay, Drake didn't use a gun, but he really went to work with him.

"...You're really something else."

"Anyway, they're all going to get ripped off by all the car dealers in the East End. Maybe if I rip you off, you'll lose a little less."

"So I'll still get ripped off!"

At this moment, the car dealer, with a smile, led them to a car.

"This is a new arrival. It's fully functional, has only a dozen minor scratches on the exterior, drives smoothly, and it's Russian-made, tough and durable. For Drake's sake, I'll only charge you two thousand two hundred dollars. How about it?"

Before Ma Zhaodi could answer, Drake spoke up first. "What's wrong with it?"

"Hey, what do you take me for!" The car dealer's expression suddenly turned grim. "With our relationship, would I rip off your friend? Let him test it! If there's a problem, I'll immediately swap it for another one!"

Hearing this, Ma Zhaodi took the key, got into the car, skillfully started it, shifted gears, and drove out. After testing the driving feel and inspecting the car's interior, he determined that only the tires were severely worn. The engine, brakes, steering wheel, and seats were all fine. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Could it be that Drake was actually reliable for once?

The car dealer watched Ma Zhaodi's actions, letting out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief. He then patted his chest and said loudly, "I told you! This car has no problems at all—"

"Hiss"

At that moment, Drake turned on the car's air conditioning, and a stream of crimson mist was immediately blown out, mixed with the damp smell of blood.

"."

The car dealer's mouth snapped shut.

"Johnny, tell me the truth." Drake's gaze was unfriendly. "What's going on with this car?"

"Cough, cough, this car had a bit of an accident before."

Ma Zhaodi immediately understood. This car, damn it, came with a Soul Ring.

"How many times has this been sold?"

"...The fifth time."