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Generally, Ma Zhaodi believed that no one was born evil in this world. Perhaps this principle did have some exceptions in this world, but Victor Fries was not one of them.

He was originally a genius cryogenics scientist, and he and his wife could be called soulmates. However, as Drake had said before, his wife had also contracted an incurable disease, and there were no effective methods to treat it worldwide.

He was a tenacious genius and a husband who deeply loved his wife. Instead of despairing at the current situation, he began to research his wife's illness, hoping to find a cure.

But his wife was already critically ill and had little time left. Therefore, he used his talent and knowledge to create a high-tech freezing device for his wife. This freezing technology could pause his wife's life state, buying him time for his research.

But just like Gotham's own dark tone, no matter how beautiful a story is, it will slide in a bad direction here. One day, the company funding Victor's research wanted to terminate the experiment due to profit reasons, leading to a fierce conflict with Victor.

This conflict caused a leak of gas from the indoor freezing equipment, resulting in a major accident. Victor miraculously survived the accident, but his cellular structure was also altered by it. His entire body became cold-blooded, and his body temperature needed to be kept below zero at all times to survive. Contact with normal room temperature would kill him.

He specially manufactured a set of cryo-armor and various freezing weapons for himself, and began to take revenge on everyone involved in the accident through killing. From then on, Gotham City gained another tragic supervillain and lost a learned and talented cryogenics scientist.

He continued to freeze his wife, still researching ways to cure her, and obtained funds for treatment through robbery or other means. He still lives in Gotham to this day. Despite all this, he is still considered a relatively low-threat villain in Gotham City.

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The camera pulled back.

Ma Zhaodi sighed, "Do you have any grudges against the doctor who gave you that advice?"

"No, why do you ask?"

Ma Zhaodi was certain that Drake had truly thought carefully about his relationship with that doctor just now.

"Then do you know what Victor Fries is up to now?"

"I heard that after an experimental accident, he and his wife disappeared."

Fortunately, he hadn't come into contact with Mr. Freeze yet. Otherwise, Ma Zhaodi would have really started preparing to run.

"Then what do you plan to do?"

"I don't know. I finally managed to settle down here with my wife, but now I've lost all hope."

Drake covered his head and muttered almost despairingly, "I don't know, I don't know. I just want to rob some money today to pay next month's medical bills."

He sat dejectedly on the rooftop, suddenly bursting into tears and cursing, "And then I met you! I even believed your nonsense and thought you could help me, so I brought you home! I'm an idiot, I can't save her, I'm a useless idiot. Wuwuwu."

Ma Zhaodi didn't stop him. He had been suppressing his emotions under despair and immense pressure for too long. Venting his emotions through crying would be beneficial for his mental recovery.

He pulled over another iron chair, casually wiped off the water stains, and sat down like Drake. The biting cold seeped through his skin to the depths of his body, causing a slight stinging sensation.

Looking at the blurry city lights in the distance, Ma Zhaodi sighed softly in the darkness.

The thinnest rope is the first to break, and misfortune always finds the unfortunate.

******

"Click."

The sound of a key turning in the lock echoed as the rusty iron door was pushed open with a dry, creaking friction.

"Drake?"

Slow footsteps sounded. The person walking seemed to have little strength and moved slowly.

"Camilla, I'm back."

Ma Zhaodi and Drake entered the house together and saw a thin, emaciated woman with no hair walking out from a room. She appeared very weak, needing to lean on the walls of the house as she walked, and her mental state seemed listless. She looked very surprised to see Ma Zhaodi. Only after Drake made the introduction did she give Ma Zhaodi a kind smile.

Her smile was gentle. Even though her body was so thin it was almost skin and bones, and her face was so pale it had little color, her expression still hinted at a once vibrant woman.

Looking at her, Ma Zhaodi estimated she had no more than three months left, perhaps even less. Of course, he had never studied medicine, but anyone who saw her would judge that her time was short.

The room was not messy as Ma Zhaodi had expected, but was kept very clean by Drake. Although the furniture and decorations left by the previous tenant were old, they were still usable. The Drake couple seemed accustomed to living in this house and did not express any dissatisfaction with the rented room, either verbally or through body language.

As Ma Zhaodi was observing, he saw Mrs. Camilla slowly draw a handgun from behind her back and then put it back into her room's drawer.

It was clear that if the person opening the door just now hadn't been Drake, she would most likely have pointed the gun at their head first.

Ma Zhaodi felt relieved a few seconds after seeing the gun. After all, this was Gotham City, and this was a rented room in the slums. Not carrying a gun when going out at home would be the biggest anomaly.

In that case, was the gun in Drake's hand real or fake?

This thought suddenly crossed Ma Zhaodi's mind. Then he saw Drake walk into his bedroom, take out the handgun he used during the robbery, combine it with a pistol magazine from his pocket, and then put them both into the drawer.

That's good. Although it was a real gun, at least there was no magazine in it when he had it pointed at his head.

No, thinking about it carefully, he was still angry.

Ma Zhaodi looked at his mall. The Newbie Save Point he had purchased was still in an unused state. If he were to get shot in this state, his legendary rags-to-riches story in another world would be completely over.

He considered it for a moment longer and immediately used the save point on the cabin.

"Save point successfully used. This save point has twenty read attempts and unlimited duration. In the event of approaching a near-death state, you may choose to read this save point or forgo reading it."

"Please note that a maximum of five save points can exist simultaneously and can be canceled at any time."

"Please note that you can use funds to move the temporal coordinates of the save point or recycle it."