It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 703 Innate Spiritual Milk
"Are these all the technicians in your shop?"

After scanning the area, Liu Zheng asked.

“They’re all here. Just tell me which one you like. If you’re shy, have them all go out first and then tell me, and I’ll bring them in.”

The manager said considerately.

"No need for that. Tell Bobo to stay, and everyone else to leave."

He said.

As he spoke, he watched the expressions of each technician, noticing that one technician with a particularly fierce expression reacted the most.

"Brother, you're not here to find a technician, you're here to find someone, right?"

The manager immediately realized what was going on and said something meaningful.

"Is there any difference? Every Parker has their own preferences, and I especially prefer the name Bobo."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Brother, we're a small shop, we can't afford the compensation."

The manager said tactfully.

Although the "Red Spider" club is small, it is still a legitimate business.

These technicians all have signed contracts, and if someone dies in the shop, they will definitely receive compensation.

"If you can't afford it, I'll pay for it."

After Liu Zheng finished speaking, he suddenly looked at the particularly fierce-looking technician.

"You'd better not move, or this marble will end up in your heart."

He fiddled with the marbles and said coldly.

The particularly fierce technician stopped her little actions, made eye contact with him for a moment, and then looked at the account manager.

"Brother, what you're doing isn't quite right."

The account manager's previously fawning smile turned cold.

Bathhouses and gangs are actually quite similar; if someone works for you, then you have to protect them.

If you encounter someone causing trouble, kick them out. If you encounter a particularly abnormal customer, ask them to leave. Even if the technician caused the trouble themselves, you have to take them outside to talk.

Whether the technician caused the bloody restaurant delivery himself or not is another matter. With so many other technicians watching, if he doesn't say a word, morale will plummet.

With so many clubs available, why would someone choose to work at your place?

Even with a signed contract, the profits generated by slacking off and those by working diligently are different.

Moreover, those top-notch technicians can actually afford to switch jobs, and other clubs might even reimburse them.

"How about this: you let the other technicians leave first, and you stay. The three of us can talk."

Liu Zheng returned the manager's words to him.

"Okay."

The manager thought about it and readily agreed.

Indeed, it's inconvenient to say many things in front of everyone.

"Why make us go out? Wouldn't it be better to have so many people serving you? There are many tricks that two people can't do."

"It's a technician with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake," she said with a charming smile.

"Yeah yeah."

After she said that, the technicians who had originally planned to go out all changed their minds.

"Little White You"

The manager glared at her, but didn't dare to start yelling at her directly.

After all, this snake demon was their club's most popular star, and at their peak, she alone could account for one-third of the club's revenue.

"I don't like group sex. But I won't let you come for nothing. What's the most expensive they charge per hour?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"The most expensive one is one thousand."

The manager replied.

"Then give each of them three hours, and you can divide them up."

He took out a large wad of cash and stuffed it into the manager's hand.

"Yes. Come on, come on, the customers have already paid, why aren't you listening? Do you really want me to call the boss?"

The manager distributed the money in a circle, then said seriously.

It was clear that the club owner still had some influence over them. The snake-woman technician frowned, but still took the money and led the way out of the room. The other technicians followed her out.

Only one technician, dressed in Lolita fashion and appearing to be the youngest, remained, holding the money. She looked at the departing technicians and then at the fiercest one, unsure of what to do next.

"Lolo, why aren't you leaving yet? Do you want to be punished?"

The manager scolded.

This Luo Luo is new here. His performance isn't the worst, but it's not great either, so he can be disciplined as he pleases.

"I"

The technician named Lolo looked at the most ferocious technician and hesitated.

"Lolo, you can go out now."

The most ruthless technician suddenly spoke.

"Sister Bobo, I want to stay with you."

"I can't believe it," Lolo said pitifully.

"What's the use of you being with me? You'll only be a burden to me."

"Bobo said coldly."

"You'll be scared if you're alone."

Luo Luo muttered.

"Do you think I'm like you? I'd be much more relaxed on my own."

Bobo sneered.

"OK then"

Lolo lowered her head in frustration and walked out of the room.

As she reached the door, she seemed to remember something, suddenly ran back, stuffed the money into the manager's hand, and then ran out with her fists clenched.

"Brother, look at this money."

The manager looked at Liu Zheng while holding the money.

"If she doesn't want it, then keep it."

Liu Zheng said.

"Okay, thanks bro."

The manager happily pocketed the money.

His salary was certainly higher than those technicians, but not by much; three thousand yuan was still a windfall.

Do you know why I'm looking for you?

Liu Zheng looked at Bobo and started a conversation.

"I know, I deliver takeout."

Bobo replied casually.

She didn't know Liu Zheng, but she recognized the uniform he was wearing.

Under these circumstances, it's obvious why Liu Zheng came to see her.

“You’re a smart person, that’s good. I’m different from other delivery drivers. Rather than forcing delivery, I’d prefer my customers to sign for the food voluntarily.”

"For this, I usually grant them one wish. Now, you have ten minutes to think about what your wish is."

Liu Zheng glanced at his phone and said.

"Can I have any kind of wish?"

"Bobo asked."

“You can make any request, but I can also refuse. However, I suggest you think it over carefully before you speak. Ten minutes isn’t a long time, and it’s not worth wasting time on it.”

He said.

"What if my wish was for you to guarantee I wouldn't die after I sign for takeout?"

Bobo thought for a moment and said.

"It's a very reasonable request, but I can't guarantee it."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

He still doesn't really understand the cost of signing for takeout.

All he knew was a summary of what he had observed and what others had told him.

But what level of capability is needed to ensure no major issues arise after signing for takeout? And what is the relationship between delivery time, food quality, and the cost of signing for the food?
Liu Zheng only has a vague understanding of these issues at present.

In the end, he had only been in the Metropolitan for eleven days, and his understanding of the Metropolitan was like the blind men and the elephant.

"Can you guarantee that I will be resurrected after I die?"

Bobo asked again.

"Well, I can't guarantee that either."

Liu Zheng shook his head again.

A true "resurrection" in the Metropolitan Museum of Art is not an easy thing to do, otherwise, Niu Ma would have resurrected the members of "Animal Farm" long ago.

"So what exactly can you guarantee, young man?"

Bobo asked with a mocking tone.

"Money?" "Of course I need money. But what use is money if I'm dead?"

Bobo replied.

"Not necessarily. There are still many people who would rather die than keep their money."

He shook his head.

Given the choice between enduring hunger and a slow death and taking a gamble to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, many people in reality would choose the latter, especially in metropolitan areas.

“But I’m not like that. If I valued money more than my life, I wouldn’t be working here. I have faster ways to make money.”

"Bobo said."

"I believe that."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Regardless of how the bloody restaurant selects its forced delivery recipients, it certainly won't choose rotten fish and shrimp.

"Alright, then I won't demonstrate. So, don't even think about buying my life with money, bro."

Bobo shrugged.

You have five minutes left.

He glanced at the time and said calmly.

"It seems you didn't listen to what I said."

Bobo frowned slightly.

Her willow-leaf eyebrows weren't perfectly shaped, but when she frowned, they formed two smooth arcs, making her features appear much more lively.

Putting aside the fact that she was very unlucky, she could still be considered a beauty.

“You don’t understand me. You think you’re some kind of great master hiding in plain sight just because you’re selling yourself in this little club. That’s not only naive, it’s ridiculous.”

"I'm talking to you because I'm willing to talk to you, not because you're the only person I can talk to."

“I have a more direct way of dealing with people who are unwilling to talk.”

Liu Zheng took out the word "anger" and placed it on the right, then took out banknotes and placed them on the left.

"You have three minutes to choose between being a corpse or being friends."

he said calmly.

"I have two conditions."

After a few seconds of silence, Bobo spoke.

"You said."

"The first condition is to redeem Lolo from her servitude."

"Bobo said."

"can."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Why don't you ask about the terms for redemption first?"

"No need to ask. They either offer a price I can accept, or I'll give them a result I can accept."

he said coldly.

It's just a bathhouse; he doesn't need to lift a finger. Just asking the police to come over is enough.

"The second condition is that if I don't die after signing for the takeout, you have to give me a new identity so I can go to school. If I get into university, you also have to pay for my university expenses."

Bobo added.

"It's possible, but isn't it a bit too much for someone your age to go to school?"

Liu Zheng paused for a moment, then said.

"I am half an immortal being. If converted to your human age, I am only seventeen years old this year."

"Bobo said."

"So, what grade do you want to start from?"

"Junior high school, right?"

She hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Seventeen and already in junior high? Okay, I guess you're a late bloomer."

Looking at her large breasts, Liu Zheng said against his conscience.

He has connections in the Public Security Department, so getting a new identity is a piece of cake.

He still has leverage over the principal of Meide Middle School, so if he donates some money, it won't be difficult for the school to go to school.

"Even if I believe you have the ability, how can I trust that you will keep your promise?"

Bobo raised a new question.

"We can get Lolo released from her bond now. As for your matter, how about we sign a contract?"

Liu Zheng suggested.

"No need, I have a way."

Bobo ripped open his shirt.

"While I do enjoy this, is now perhaps the wrong time?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"Hmm! I'll drink it and then sign for the takeout."

She said, her face covered in sweat.

"Can I ask what it's used for first?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"This is an innate ability of our clan. Each person can only produce two drops of innate spiritual milk in their lifetime. Drinking them can transform one's tendons and marrow, and improve one's foundation. However, if you break the oath you made before drinking the spiritual milk, your whole body will turn into pus and blood and you will die."

Bobo explained.

"Sounds like a sure thing, alright. You go outside and wait for me."

He kicked the manager out.

Just in case, he first stored the severed mandarin duck pouch in his system space.

After making another vow, he drank the innate spiritual milk with a conflicted expression.

"Player has absorbed the Innate Spiritual Milk; rewards are being calculated."

"Settlement complete."

"The player's Strength and Stamina attributes are permanently increased by 5 points, and the player gains the 'Perfect Foundation' status and the 'Blood Oath' status."

"Perfect Foundation: Reduces the requirements and increases the efficiency of martial arts and body cultivation, allowing you to continue for one instance."

"Blood Curse of the Oath to the Mother: Breaking the oath made to the mother will trigger an instant death check. If the check fails, the player will die, lasting for one instance."

"Um"

Although the process was a bit difficult to evaluate, the result was still good.

Not only did I get a free attribute boost, but I also received a decent positive status effect.

As for that negative status effect, if I remember correctly, after Red Ghost took away a part of his essence, the instant death effect became very difficult to work on him.

Therefore, Liu Zheng could actually get it for free.

Of course, he wouldn't do such a thing.

"Can this innate spiritual milk work repeatedly?"

Liu Zheng said, somewhat reluctantly.

"The other drop of innate spiritual milk has already been given to someone else."

Bobo put on his clothes and said calmly.

"Ok."

There must be some story of love and hate behind this, but since she didn't express any related wishes, Liu Zheng didn't bother to ask.

"Then let's sign for the takeout."

He took the large pot out of the legendary delivery box and then took out the delivery slip for Bobo to sign.

To be honest, Bobo's handwriting is pretty good, even better than that snake-man poet's.

"Such a big pot, your Bloody Restaurant is quite humane, knowing to let people die with a full stomach."

Bobo saw the big pot and mocked it.

"You won't think that way once you open it. Oh, no, you'll probably think it's pretty good."

Liu Zheng suddenly remembered that the restaurant's mandatory delivery orders must be the kind of food that the person who ordered it likes or needs.

This is probably the only remaining mercy in the Bloody Restaurant.

"Alright, enjoy your meal. I'm going out to redeem myself."

He left the room, and as expected, the manager was waiting outside.

"Let's go, let's find a place to talk."

Liu Zheng raised his chin and said.

"Brother, this way please."

The manager led him to what was supposed to be an office.

"Let's not waste time talking about that. Just name your price for both of them. Don't tell me you can't redeem them, and don't tell me you can't make the decision."

"If we can't reach an agreement this time, I'll bring people from the Public Security Bureau and the Market Supervision Bureau to talk to you next time."

Liu Zheng sat in the chair with an air of superiority, as if he were the boss here.

(End of this chapter)