Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Cut~"

I knew that cows and horses wouldn't produce anything good.

Do you really think that old woman is some kind of saint?

What if she makes him lick her feet again? Should he lick them or not?

It's not that Liu Zheng has much backbone, the key point is that licking that woman's feet is insane.

Moreover, what if Si Xue thinks he's licking well and lets him lick other, worse places?

He didn't even dare to think about the consequences.

"Big boss, save me!"

Liu Zheng grabbed the horse's leg.

"Get out of my way, get out of my way. I have no interest in you. Don't even think about succubiing me."

The ox and horse grumbled and cursed.

"Boss, I'm your most loyal and capable underling. If you don't help me, who will?"

He howled.

"Well, that's not right either. You're the only one I have."

Niu Ma hesitated for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Yeah, so if you don't help me, who will you help?"

Liu Zheng said confidently.

"You've said both the truth and the sarcasm."

The oxen and horses looked up at the ceiling, not intending to get involved in this trivial matter.

"That blond-haired woman is a rich woman. If we get her out of trouble, we can split the money 50/50."

He set a price.

"Um"

The ox and horse fell into thought.

"Boss, smuggling is profitable, but it's risky. Getting people released requires a large investment, but it's a sure thing. Think about that household registration loan?"

Liu Zheng advised.

It must be said that his words were very persuasive; Niu Ma's thick lips trembled, and his gaze became firm.

"I'll talk to Napoleon, but you'll have to pay for it."

It composed itself and said.

“No problem, the fisherman has already transferred the final payment to me through that bank. I can use that money directly, and I can make up the difference if it’s not enough.”

Liu Zheng readily agreed.

You can't do without money in this world, but money isn't everything.

A so-called first-class dinner party certainly costs more than just money.

"That leaves Britain."

Niu Ma grinned as he mentioned the head of the customer service department.

The boss may be scary, but he is still in a high position.

Britain, that pervert, is just too close.

At the last outstanding employee commendation meeting, it told Napoleon to roast some lamb testicles for a late-night snack, and Britain went crazy and wanted to fight it to the death.

Finally, with Napoleon's intervention, the farce ended in a lose-lose situation.

Britain lost two arms and exploded a kidney.

The ox and horse had half their jaws broken and a section of their spine snapped.

Although it wasn't too badly injured.

But that Briton guy is a pervert; he gets more pleasure from getting hurt.

A cow or horse is a normal cow or horse; it will feel pain if it gets injured.

Whether it was intentional or not, only the cattle and horses themselves know.

"I can call Britain for you, but once you get connected, you'll have to figure it out yourself."

It scratched its head and said.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng nodded.

If the route through Britain is truly blocked, then he will have no choice but to go to Si Xue.

Niu Ma made a phone call, and it rang for a long time, but no one answered.

"Are you busy?"

"No, that old guy is just deliberately refusing to answer."

Niu Ma sneered and threw out another one.

Still no one answered.

The ox and horse persevered.

It took ten calls before the other end finally answered.

"Speak quickly if you need something, I'm very busy."

The British accent sounds strange, like it's been translated into Chinese.

It's not unpleasant to hear, just a bit effeminate.

"My younger brother needs your help with something."

"The ox and horse said."

"Ah."

Britain gave a mocking laugh and prepared to hang up.

"Don't hang up yet, he's been summoned by the boss twice already."

Niu Ma quickly added.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Britain stopped hanging up the phone.

"Give him the phone."

"Give."

Niu Ma handed the phone to Liu Zheng.

"Hello, British Minister. It is a great honor to speak with you."

His first words made the cattle and horses widen their eyes in surprise.

"Have you heard my story?"

Britain asked with great interest.

“I don’t know much, but I do know that you are the only real male in the restaurant.”

Liu Zheng said.

Upon hearing his words, Niu Ma nearly fainted.

This is the end of the calf.

No, you flattered me so well the first time, how come you stirred up a hornet's nest with the second?

Its eyes widened, and it tried to snatch the phone back.

Liu Zheng stretched out his tentacles to stop it and shook his head at it.

"If you're trying to provoke me, you've succeeded. I guarantee you'll suffer a fate worse than death."

The British voice was as cold as a blade.

"British Minister, what do you think is the most important thing for a male?"

He ignored Britain's threats and asked a question in return.

"In three minutes, you will regret being born."

Britain, too, ignored his words.

On the other end of the phone, one could hear what sounded like very fast footsteps.

"It's about survival, protecting one's own survival, and protecting the survival of one's community."

Liu Zheng continued speaking to himself.

"When Oink caused a ruckus in the restaurant, you stepped forward to fight to protect it and successfully drove away the butcher. You were the only department head who survived."

"With such courage, such strength, and such luck, who dares to say you are not the epitome of masculinity?"

"go on."

The footsteps of the British seemed to slow down.

“I have heard of a country called Song, and a man named Tong Guan in that country.”

"Although he was a eunuch, he was strong and skilled in martial arts. He led a large army to conquer the east and west, eventually becoming a grand marshal and being granted the title of prince."

"No subject in the world fails to respect him, and no enemy of the state fails to fear him."

"The bravest and most skilled soldiers would go through fire and water for him, and the most fearless barbarians would grovel at his feet."

“Minister Britain, you are just like Tong Guan.”

Liu Zheng spoke with great passion and enthusiasm.

"Are you telling the truth?"

After a moment of silence, Britain asked.

"of course it's true."

Where did you hear this story from?

"I saw it in a book, but I can't find that book anymore. However, I can write down the contents for you from memory."

he said confidently.

Liu Zheng did see it in a book, but it was an online novel.

He usually enjoys reading historical novels online. Before being diagnosed with ALS, he was reading novels about traveling back to the Song Dynasty.

"Send me the text message within ten minutes."

Britain said firmly, his tone becoming much more masculine.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Zheng felt an itch on his head.

He looked up and saw that it was the cows and horses blowing air onto his head.

"Hey boss, what are you doing?"

"I want to open your brain and see just how much flattery is inside."

"The ox and horse said."

"That's not flattery, that's selective truth."

Liu Zheng corrected.

"Are you selectively telling me the truth, kid?"

The ox and horse asked with ill intent.

"How could that be? I've given you everything, sir."

His face was full of sincerity.