Though it sounded rather tragic, Ma Zhaodi was actually doing fine. All his important belongings were stored in the system.
That included not only the little pumpkin lantern and the Horn of Plenty-type items, but also things like his notebook and phone. They had all been bought from the system shop anyway, so they could all be stored inside.
His losses were mainly mental. First, the good sleep he had planned to enjoy until he woke naturally was gone. Second, even in Gotham, he rarely got the chance to see a naked man running wild through the streets with a newspaper covering his ass.
"Fuck, I can't take this anymore."
More and more residents were running out of the building. Wrapped in newspaper, Ma Zhaodi stepped forward and stripped off the coat of the gangster who had just attacked him. "You're still wearing clothes underneath. Lend me the coat for now."
"Go to hell—mmph, mmph—"
"This isn't gagging you. I'm helping you build up some virtue. You'll understand how good I was after you meet Satan."
As he spoke, Ma Zhaodi quickly put on the man's coat and jeans. The gangster struggled desperately, clearly not pleased with what he had done.
That was understandable. The pink long johns and thermal shirt with a chibi Superman print underneath were now fully exposed. It was hard to imagine what expression his fellow gang members would wear when they faced him tomorrow.
Just then, Batman flew out of the building with the last person hanging from one hand.
"Your clothes are in your apartment—give him his clothes back."
Ma Zhaodi twitched at the corner of his mouth as he took the clothes and pants from Batman. "Thanks a lot."
At that moment, a voice rang out from the crowd. "Hey, Bat-freak, did you