Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Huh? There really are some clueless people out there?"

He looked back and saw a bicycle catching up to him from about a few hundred meters behind.

The bicycle was very large, and its overall shape resembled the old-fashioned bicycles he had seen when he was a child.

The entire car body was painted green, even the seats were painted green.

A huge box, about half a person's height, was fixed to the back seat of the car.

However, this is not outrageous. In reality, the 28-inch bicycle has a strong load-bearing capacity and can easily carry four or five hundred pounds.

Even now in Africa, many people still use it to transport goods. They pile up bananas into small mountains, toss them onto the back seat, and ride down a small slope, emphasizing a freedom like the wind.

What's truly outrageous is that there was no one in the car seat.

Only two white work gloves gripped the handlebars, and a pair of drab gray three-piece leather shoes stepped on the pedals.

Liu Zheng's gaze narrowed slightly.

In his experience, those who don't even look like human beings are usually the most difficult to deal with.

Especially its design, which makes it look like a government employee.

Could it be a mailman?

After weighing the options, Liu Zheng decided to let it go.

He stepped aside and watched the bicycle get closer and closer until it brushed past him.

Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and the tentacle holding the teething stick drooped slightly.

It would be best to avoid conflict, after all, he's a pacifist.

However, Liu Zhengsong immediately regained his breath.

Because the bicycle didn't leave in a cloud of dust, but instead stopped and waited for him.

Liu Zheng pursed his lips and walked around the bicycle.

"Dingling bell~"

The bicycle bell rang again, and the bicycle caught up once more.

He stopped, and the bicycle stopped too.

He left, and his bicycle followed.

"No, bro, what exactly do you want? Let's draw a line."

Liu Zheng finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling."

The bicycle rang out a very long, rhythmic bell.

Clearly, this must be some kind of coded language, perhaps Morse code or something similar.

He listened and nodded, his hooves even tapping out the rhythm.

Finally, the bicycle bell stopped ringing.

"Sorry, I didn't understand what you just said."

Liu Zheng stretched out his hand and said.

"Jingle Bell!!!"

The worker, wearing work gloves, frantically rang the bicycle bell.

Now he understood even without knowing the code language; the bicycle was cursing at him.

"It's my fault for being too narrow-minded; I couldn't understand your refined words. Would you please condescend to communicate with me in a way that I can understand?"

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

Hearing him say that, the worker in the work gloves released the bicycle bell.

After thinking for a while, he rode his bicycle in front of Liu Zheng, then turned around and sped past him.

Liu Zheng looked and saw a black tire track on the ground.

Then, the bicycle rode up next to him, with the front of the bike level with him.

"You want to race me? Uh, no, car racing?"

Liu Zheng finally understood.

"jingle!"

The bicycle answered with a short, cheerful bell.

"I have to rush to deliver food, how about next time?"

He used delaying tactics.

"Jingle Bell!"

The bicycle bell rang shrilly.

"I really don't have time, you can't be unreasonable, can you?"

"Jingle Bell!!!"

The bicycle bell rang even louder.

"No, you're going to start a competition right away, but how can you compete without even a referee?"

Liu Zheng made up an excuse.

"I will be the referee for this urban speed legend competition!"

A majestic voice came from the sky.

"what?"

He looked up at the sky, and a huge red dragonfly descended from the sky.

Its entire body is covered in a metallic shell, and its wings and legs are also made of metal.

But its head was made of flesh and blood, and it was the head of an old man, with compound eyes like those of a dragonfly.

The red dragonfly landed on the ground with its back to Liu Zheng and the bicycle, then did an elegant 360° turn on the spot.

"First, never act on impulse!"

"Second, never miss a single bad thing!"

"Third, the refereeing was absolutely fair and beautiful!"

"Dragonfly Referee Robot"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Before the red dragonfly could introduce itself, Liu Zheng interrupted it.

"If we keep going, this book will turn into fan fiction."

"Besides, imagine the psychological trauma that would be inflicted on children if you were to become their childhood memory."

His eyes twitched as he looked at the red dragonfly's curious head.

"That's not important. What's important is that I'll be the referee for this match."

The red dragonfly said nonchalantly.

"I didn't agree to race it."

"Competitions are like challenges in life; you can't refuse them when they come, you just have to give it your all."

Red Dragonfly spoke in a very reliable Showa-era middle-aged man's voice.

"No, who are you lecturing?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

The red dragonfly's gaze wasn't even on him or the bicycle.

"To all the children watching TV."

Red Dragonfly said with a serious expression.

No, I already said that seeing you will only leave kids with childhood trauma!

"Fine, whatever madness you're going through, this match is a must, right?"

Liu Zheng sighed and asked.

"Yes."

The red dragonfly finally turned its head back.

"Alright, then you can go and compete with Tindaros."

The curled-up tentacles quickly extended, and the teething stick was about to slip out of its grasp.

Chapter 132 The Deadly Mail Delivery Must Deliver

"Perfect, one more contestant."

The red dragonfly seemed quite happy.

The bicycle remained motionless, seemingly unconcerned.

"Aren't you afraid of dogs?"

Liu Zheng was a bit at a loss.

Even the most effective teething sticks can fail sometimes.

Tindalos, you're a bit of a disgrace.

"This is just a clone of mine. If it dies, I'll just replace it with another one."

"As for it, according to the treaty, Tindaros hounds cannot harm city hall employees at will."

Red Dragonfly pointed to the box on the back of the bicycle and said.

Only then did Liu Zheng notice that four large characters were painted on the box in white paint.

"Death-Defying Mail Delivery".

A very good and powerful name.

One delivery could result in the loss of a mail carrier or a recipient, right?

"Alright, then tell me the rules first."

Since teething sticks are ineffective, let's listen to the rules first. If that doesn't work, then we'll think of other methods.

"The rules are simple: starting from this line, whoever reaches the finish line first wins."

Red Dragonfly said.

Where is the destination?

"The finish line will be determined through negotiation between both parties."

“Then I request that the destination be set as ‘Aladdin’s Apartment.’”

Liu Zheng immediately said.

"jingle!"

The mailman rang his bicycle bell.

"It agreed."

Red Dragonfly translated.

"What are the stakes for that competition?"

he asked again.

"Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring ring."

The bicycle bell rang for quite a while.