Chapter 1774 - The No. 1 Cosplayer and the News Digger

Chapter 1774: The No. 1 Cosplayer and the News Digger

Seeing how fiercely the ring of fire burned the ground, all the reporters immediately understood why the Dark Knight had been in such a hurry to save people; it turned out that the ring of fire which the Joker had released was very dangerous.
Thinking about it, these smart people understood that the Joker had been telling the Dark Knight to choose: If the Dark Knight chased the Joker, he had to give up on saving their lives.
No matter what, the Dark Knight, this Batman cosplayer, wouldn’t let them burn to death.
So, he wasn’t destined to catch the Joker today, or even… ever.
For the Joker to play this move, the Dark Knight had to be a little stronger than he was.
However, the Joker was very good at playing with people’s hearts and was unscrupulous.
Being a good person in this world was just that painful.
Thinking that, the reporters couldn’t help but feel deep gratitude. This was an extremely loyal fan who cosplayed Batman. They had survived all thanks to Batman’s protection!
Hm, they definitely had to visit Batman’s fan website tomorrow.
As for the Dark Knight, he left without saying a word after saving everyone.
It was precisely this behavior of silently saving people without seeking credit that touched the reporters.
If it were them, they would’ve stayed behind to say a few words and hype themselves up.
That was why he was the Dark Knight and they were just reporters.
…
Three minutes later, Luke entered Kowloon Dessert Shop.
The waiter who was cleaning a table close to the door was very atypical.
He didn’t even lift his head. He simply raised his eyes and asked indifferently, “What do you want to eat?”
Luke liked this sort of no-nonsense greeting. “I’m looking for someone.” He walked in without looking back.
When he found Selina, she and the dog were stuffing themselves in a corner booth.
Seeing that he had arrived, Gold Nugget wagged its tail and was then done with its fawning.
Selina gave Luke the menu. “Order for yourself.”
The menu for this shop was too complicated, and she couldn’t take it. She could only get the big gourmet expert, Luke, to do it himself.
Luke glanced at the things on the table and shook his head helplessly. “It’s a Hong Kong cafe. You didn’t even order the coffee and tea mix.”
Selina: “Hm, what’s that?”
Luke was too lazy to talk to her. He quickly scanned the menu, and that apathetic waiter came over.
Luke simply picked up the menu and pointed at it. “This, this…”
The waiter was astonished, but automatically took down a long list of almost 20 types of food, desserts, and drinks.
Luke didn’t give him a chance to speak. He simply said, “Give me three of each.” After hearing the waiter repeat the order, he waved his hand to indicate that he could leave.
Time was money in a shop like this.
If the customers were quick and spoke little, the waiters wouldn’t be unhappy, but would conversely be relieved.
Luke couldn’t be bothered with niceties.
In any case, he wasn’t picky about most Chinese dishes; whatever they were, it was better than ordinary American food.
Thankfully, it was almost ten at night, and past the shop’s peak dining period.
Otherwise, the waiter’s attitude would be even worse.
It would be impossible for two people and one dog to occupy a booth, and they would definitely have to share the table.
The waiter would also start clearing the table as a way to tell customers who had occupied it for too long to “get lost.”
After the waiter left, Selina asked, “All done on that side?”
Luke knew what she was talking about. He nodded and said, “Get a few people to thoroughly wrap things up. It should be fine now.”
Selina asked, “What about its kind?” She glanced at the dog head.
Luke said, “Two of them are missing. Have the various branches keep an eye out. They’re unfamiliar with the environment, so they will inevitably cause some trouble.”
After a simple exchange of words, the waiter started serving the food.
Then, he understood for the first time what a “human machine” was.
The two people ate a little faster than he could serve the food, and with great precision.
Even the empty tableware was stacked neatly on the side so that he could bring one stack over and take one stack away without stopping.
Of course, the waiter had misunderstood a little.
The one who was really eating quickly was the dog head binging under the table.
If it got any faster, it could swallow the entire table of food and cutlery in one bite.
Thanks to this “food regulator,” Luke and Selina ate very leisurely.
…
Eddie’s stubbornness didn’t last long. Three days after the battle at the Life Foundation, he signed a temporary work agreement with PDD.
To be more precise, it was years of experience in society which had made him suppress the urge to sign the contract that very night.
Actually, if Selina had waited for him to finish reading the contract that night, he might have signed it there and then.
It couldn’t be helped. Luke and Selina were giving them too much.
As a PDD temp worker, his basic salary was 100,000 dollars a year.
For an online journalist, this treatment… was very attractive.
That was the basic pay, which was equivalent to a stable living allowance.
But relying on this alone would at most allow an ordinary person to live a good life; those with some ambition definitely wouldn’t be satisfied.
So, the real focus was on commissions and bonuses for providing information.
Every time he completed a job or provided valuable information, he would receive a reward of 1,000 at the very least. At most… the sky was the limit.
For example, when Eddie discovered that the Life Foundation was kidnapping homeless people for experiments, he could have gotten a reward of 1,000 bucks if he had given this information to the PDD.
As for information on the symbiotes, that was worth over 500,000 bucks.
Seeing that, Eddie knew that he was set.
Who was Eddie? He was a news digger.
Ever since he became a fan of Batman, he had been focused on digging up dirt on various enterprises for two years.
He already had a lot of dirt.
More importantly, for his column, he spent a lot of time investigating and confirming that there was ironclad evidence before writing an article
Now, he could report whatever he found. It wasn’t hard for him to make a report three to five times a month.
Moreover, 1,000 bucks was just the minimum in the PDD.
Eddie felt that given his ability to dig up dirt, and coupled with his new “Venom cheat,” he might not necessarily be able to encounter something worth 100,000 or 1 million, but it definitely wouldn’t be hard to find something worth 30,000 to 50,000.
As a journalist, he exposed bad guys who committed heinous crimes, but it was hard to get them punished by the law.
So, what he really looked forward to was the day when the Bat Squad saw his reports; it would be best if the superheroes directly came out of nowhere and “crippled” the guilty party.
Now, he could give the dirt directly to Black Cat. His useless column could go to hell.
A certain patriotic reporter’s biggest dream was to blow up those villains.