Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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Chapter 166 The True Skinny Beauty

"They're catching up."

Liu Zheng turned around and looked at it, then said.

These fly-men's wings may not look impressive, but they fly incredibly fast.

A swarm of flies created afterimages with their wings, and the resulting shockwaves made the roadside trees sway wildly, their presence no less impressive than that of a Ferrari.

"Don't worry, they can't catch up."

The driver said confidently.

"I've been driving for Bloody Restaurant for over a hundred years, and no one has ever been able to overtake me."

To Liu Zheng's astonishment, he jerked the steering wheel, turned the car around on the spot, and charged towards the swarm of flies.

The Fly Man hadn't expected this turn of events, and was momentarily flustered, even breaking their formation.

The driver accelerated, released the accelerator, applied the brakes, released the brakes, shifted gears, and turned the steering wheel at a speed Liu Zheng could not see clearly.

The engine, comparable to that of a fighter jet, provides ample power; the materials science, beyond the reach of reality, causes the sports car to tremble constantly yet remain sturdy; and the driver's superb driving skills give this steel steed a rein.

The Ferrari spun almost right up to the faces of the flies, scorching their fuzz and slime with its exhaust flame.

The flies that were just flying around fell to the ground and wriggled around.

"Hahaha!"

The driver laughed loudly and drove off, mischievously twisting himself into an S shape first, then into a B shape.

"Sir, if I may ask, what did you do before you started driving for the Bloody Restaurant?"

Liu Zheng asked with a dark expression.

He was quite exhausted from that series of extreme maneuvers; if his physique hadn't been greatly enhanced, he would have vomited long ago.

"Tank driver, the tank you want to rent is mine."

The driver said this while pointing the middle finger behind him.

"Impressive, impressive! My apologies for not being more knowledgeable."

Liu Zheng clasped his hands in greeting.

"So-so, we're all in the same boat."

The driver returned the gesture with a fist and palm salute.

"I admire you, young man."

He gripped the steering wheel, his expression turning serious.

"Oh?"

"So many delivery drivers are either too poor to afford a car or too powerful to need one."

"Only someone as rich as you, not strong enough, and capable of causing trouble can give me this opportunity to enjoy a thrilling drive."

"So, be a little selfish, and don't die too quickly."

The driver said calmly.

"Don't worry, I'm quite selfish. I want to live another 20,000 years."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"That's good."

The driver didn't say anything more and focused on driving.

The distance of just a few kilometers can be covered in the blink of an eye.

Liu Zheng opened the door and got out of the car, and then heard the buzzing of the fly-like man again.

He looked into the distance and saw that the fly-man had grown wings and was chasing after him again.

"Is it worth it to eat something that smells bad? And there's no poop in it, you can only lick the taste."

Liu Zheng expressed his incomprehension.

"People die for money, flies die for excrement. Of course, ordinary excrement wouldn't make them go crazy like this, so where did you get that smell from?"

The driver asked curiously.

He didn't expect the fly-man to actually dare to chase after him.

"It must have gotten from the sewer; it's probably accumulated feces."

Liu Zheng said.

"No wonder, it's practically a rare treasure to the Fly People."

The driver couldn't help but feel thankful that he had lost his sense of smell, otherwise the car would have been unusable.

The stench from the accumulated feces in the sewers was so strong that even a gas mask couldn't withstand it.

"I'll help you tidy them up one more time, then you'll have to do it yourself from now on."

The driver started the vehicle and drove towards the fly-like man.

This time, he didn't spin around; instead, he crashed directly into the middle of the fly-man formation, scattering the swarm of fly-men who couldn't dodge in time.

"Hahaha!"

The driver let out another arrogant laugh and sped away.

"No wonder he drives a tank, he's really something else."

Liu Zheng said.

He glanced at the flies without any pity, then looked at the bathhouse in front of him.

The exterior is a standard brick and wood combination; if you didn't know this was a bathhouse, you would probably think it was a residential house.

A rope stretched across the protruding eaves, from which hung many blue flags, each painted with a different style of ukiyo-e.

Liu Zheng glanced at it and found that most of the themes were about gods, ghosts, monsters, and some bloody duels or war scenes.

Two huge stickers were also pasted on the wooden sliding door.

On the left is an ugly one-horned demon with messy hair, a horn on top, a large body, red skin, wearing a large checkered fabric and a red trousers skirt.

The words "Extreme Way" are written on its side.

On the right is a tall monster with a long, red nose and face, wings on its back, a fan in its hand, a long sword at its waist, wearing a raincoat and wooden clogs.

The words "Qiantang" (钱汤) are written in ink next to it.

"Yakuza soup restaurant, so domineering!"

Liu Zheng muttered something under his breath, then opened the sliding door and went inside.

"welcome."

A woman in a Japanese-style bathrobe jogged up to greet him, took slippers from the shelf, and knelt down to place them in front of Liu Zheng.

She may not look young, but her features are still striking, and her skin remains moisturized and elastic. Combined with her superb makeup skills, she looks incredibly charming.

In particular, the gesture of her kneeling down to help her put on her shoes is irresistible to any creature whose aesthetic sensibilities include female humans.

But Liu Zheng can do it, easily.

It wasn't because he disliked mature women, but because he saw that the woman's feet were nothing but bones.

"I'm so sorry, sir, the body hasn't been delivered yet today. Please excuse the poor appearance."

The woman noticed his gaze and quickly apologized.

"How could that be? Doesn't it have a unique charm?"

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze from the bony foot and delved into the shadows beneath the woman's loose neckline.

"If I had the chance, I would very much like to play with the lady's delicate feet."

He slightly curled his lips.

"You're joking, sir. This is a proper public bathhouse; we don't offer bubble baths."

The woman smiled and emphasized the word "serious".

"Madam, you misunderstand. I just noticed you weren't wearing socks and was worried you'd catch a cold."

Liu Zheng said in a serious tone, then took out two banknotes and slapped them on the woman's bony foot.

"See, this should be much better."

“What a kind guest you are (Japanese: gentle), then Sumireko will accept your kindness.”

The woman subtly moved her feet and stepped on the banknotes.

Is this your first time here?

"I asked," Jinzi.

"Yes, but I was introduced by Niu Ma. He's my boss."

Liu Zheng said.

"So he's Niu Ma Sang's underling. I never would have guessed."

Sumire covered her mouth and laughed.

"Oh? Is it because it's too stingy?"

He immediately figured out the reason.

"Sumiko didn't say that. Aren't you afraid of being punished for talking about your boss like that?"

Sumire kindly reminded him.

"Boss Niu Ma is very magnanimous and won't get angry over such a trivial matter. Sumireko, please don't call me a guest anymore, just call me Masa-chan."

Liu Zheng said.

"Yes, sir?"

Sumireko tilted her head playfully and called out, her mature face revealing a girlish cuteness.

"Jinzi is so good. Take this and buy some more meat to nourish yourself."

He smiled and took out a few more banknotes, stuffing them into Jinzi's collar.

"What kind of service would you like, Masashi-chan, today? A bath, a soak, a sauna, a hot spring, or a massage?"

"I asked," Jinzi.

"Will Jinzi be the one to give me the massage?"

"Of course not, I'm just a receptionist. But Yukiko, who does massages, is a great beauty, and unlike me, she doesn't use someone else's body; her body is all original."

Sumireko said in a seductive tone.

"Then forget it. I fell in love with Sumire at first sight, and my feelings for her have remained deep ever since."

Liu Zheng said with a sincere expression.

"Oh, Masashi-chan, you're so good with words! You've made my fake heart pound."

Sumireko covered her face and said.

"Really? I don't believe it unless you let me experience it."

He said this while extending his hand.

"Not now. You need to take a shower first. I don't mind, but if I let you stay at the door any longer, the boss will come out and kick you out."

Jinzi held down Liu Zheng's wicked hand.

"That's a real shame. Then please ask Sumireko to make the arrangements for me."

Liu Zheng said regretfully.

"A package ticket is 150 yuan, but for someone like you, the shower room will definitely be booked for you, so it will cost you 3,000 yuan."