You, Go Kill Two-Face and Batman!

Losing a job while on the job, an experience for Ma Zhaodi that was no less humorous than watching Seven and the others go into a raid.

To borrow someone's words, they went into the raid and only the raid remained.

"No, where are the other people at this damn restaurant? They arrested them and aren't letting them go? Where's Falcone? Falcone, save me."

He took out his phone to call Donald and his supervisor. As expected, neither call was answered, but this was also normal. Even Falcone couldn't storm the Gotham Police Department overnight to rescue people.

"Then what about me?" Ma Zhaodi stood alone outside the Red Dragon Restaurant, gradually putting on a mask of pain, like a husky abandoned by a wolf pack. "Am I unemployed again? Unemployed without even getting my end-of-month salary?"

Actually, strictly speaking, he hadn't failed to get his end-of-month salary. He had already advanced five thousand dollars at the beginning of the month, but he just hadn't received the asset point settlement at the end of the month.

"Damn it, my five thousand dollars in asset points," thinking of the huge sum he had lost, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but feel a dull ache in his heart. "Batman, you're heartless, you've done all sorts of evil, you're inhuman. Of all the days in a month, you had to pick payday to fight criminals, I swear..."

"What is this guy mumbling about sitting on the curb?"

"I don't understand, ignore him, let's go. There are so many crazy people in Gotham City, don't provoke another one."

Then, the two passersby saw the man by the roadside look up and give them the middle finger. "Eat shit, you guys."

"Hey, you!"

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down."

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Ma Zhaodi ignored the angry passersby and answered the call.

"Hello? Is this Ma Zhaodi?"

"It's me, who is this?"

"Donald is temporarily in the hospital under police guard and can't get out, but he mentioned you to us—heard you're quite capable?"

Damn it, the Falcone family even has internal referrals. Donald, you're shining!

"When did you say my abilities were?" Although he wanted to start working immediately, Ma Zhaodi still asked carefully, "To be clear, I don't use guns."

"He said you have good courage and luck, and you're quick-witted. You helped the restaurant deal with trouble once."

To be fair, considering the psychological trauma the supervisor suffered during the whole incident, it might be more appropriate to say that he was the one who dealt with the trouble.

"That's right, it was me!" Ma Zhaodi's eyes were firm, and his tone was decisive as he admitted on the spot, "Donald is a good boss. He saw my potential at a glance. When the restaurant encountered trouble, I would naturally be the first to step up and help!"

It was obvious that since arriving in Gotham, his thick skin had improved the fastest, second only to his driving skills.

"Buddy, it's not that serious," the person on the other end seemed a bit flustered by him. After adjusting his emotions, he said to him, "Regardless, the things Donald asked for, we won't forget. But we heard you're new to Gotham and haven't joined any gangs yet?"

"Yeah, I don't use guns, and I don't dare to stab people, so I can only make a living by working odd jobs."

"You don't dare to stab people, but you dare to engage in gunfights?" The man on the phone chuckled. "It's not bad to have a clean record—come to work tomorrow. Remember, you'll be serving the Falcone family and the Maroni family, not those stray cats and dogs in Gotham City, so prepare yourself well."

Ma Zhaodi:?

What the hell, there's a Maroni family now too? I thought I was still considered relatively clean, but now I've completely jumped into the black hole of the mob?

"Wait, what kind of job is this?"

"Your old profession, waiter."

Thus, on the same day Ma Zhaodi lost his job, he gained a new one, becoming one of the dedicated waiters for the Falcone family.

As the number one mafia family in Gotham City, they naturally had the corresponding style and grandeur. During festivals, family events, various banquets, and interactions with other gangs, there were endless occasions. The waiters were all people the family had used for a long time or were recommended by members, who were trustworthy and capable. And in the sharp eyes of Donald, Ma Zhaodi was one of them.

Not everyone was willing to come to work in Gotham amidst gunfire, nor did everyone dare to engage in a shootout with Penguin's gang and go home intact every midnight without being part of a gang or understanding firearms. His skills as a waiter were sufficient, and his luck was devilishly good. He hadn't joined any gangs or become an informant for any side, which meant his mind wasn't too active. In other words, he was stupid enough and trustworthy enough.

Ma Zhaodi: There are no asset points for being an informant.

"Remember, at the end of next month, Roman will be hosting a party on a cruise ship. All of you need to prepare in advance—this is very important. Falcone and Maroni will both attend, and we absolutely cannot mess this up. Ma Zhaodi, if there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me."

Ma Zhaodi, dressed in a suit, nodded. Today was his first day of training. To be honest, it felt similar to his time at the Red Dragon, except there was more to memorize. Basically, there was no other difference.

He had quite a bit of free time here compared to before. Banquets weren't held every day, and those people were busy with their own side jobs. Ma Zhaodi, being idle, was a rare exception.

He held a thick manual in his hand. These were also things he had to memorize, including the banquet menus, drinks, ingredients, service etiquette, banquet procedures, etc. However, his attention was not on the manual at all; instead, it drifted to people chatting nearby.

"Johnny, did you hear? I heard someone is already preparing to claim Roman's bounty."

"Is that strange? It's a bounty offered by the Godfather. Under a generous reward, there will always be brave men—besides, Roman won't treat anyone who is willing to take risks for him as a pawn."

"It's an unknown small gang, the Irish Mob, have you heard of them?"

"There are countless unknown small gangs—no matter which one tries to do this, only the one who succeeds will get the money."

"I mean, have you ever thought that instead of letting such an unknown small gang get this money, why not..."

"I advise you not to do that. The boss doesn't allow family members to act for a reason—have you heard of Batman? I don't want to have my limbs broken and be thrown at the police station entrance after dealing with that prosecutor."

"Batman is also on the bounty list, a whole million—"

"Go to hell, don't drag me down if you want to die!"