Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"This"

Chili head hesitated for a moment.

It didn't have any rebellious thoughts, but there were still two outsiders around.

"Ok?"

Guo Kou Tangzi raised his ladle.

Chili head slid to his knees at lightning speed.

"From now on, you are the fifth-generation leader of the Extreme Flavor Group."

"That's what Guo Kou Tangzi said."

"what?!"

The four members of the group—onion, ginger, garlic, and pepper—stared in shock.

"Boss, what are you suddenly saying? Did these two threaten you by saying they'd cut them into sashimi right now?!"

Chili Head suddenly stood up, drew the sashimi knife from his waist, and charged towards Red Dragonfly.

The three men, including Cong Jiang and Garlic, followed suit and used the same sashimi knife.

"Stop right there!"

Guo Kou Tangzi, holding a soup ladle, swiftly struck them on the head.

She was extremely ruthless, and the four people with the seasoning were knocked to the ground by her.

"Ouch, boss, you almost killed me!"

Chili Head complained as he regained consciousness from the dizziness.

"Serves you right. You haven't even become the boss yet, when did it become your right to give orders?"

Guo Kou Tangzi said fiercely.

"That's because I was worried about you."

Chili Head said, feeling wronged.

"Do I need you to worry about me? Hurry up and put your hand out."

"That's what Guo Kou Tangzi said."

"Don't stretch."

Chili Head shook his head.

It's not like it's never seen a succession ceremony before.

With a single reach, the soup pot is about to be passed down to it.

"You won't extend your position, huh? Fine, then I'll voluntarily step down as the fourth-generation leader of the Extreme Flavor Group. You can take this position or not, it's up to you."

Guo Kou Tangzi sneered.

"Auntie, crush the snails!"

The four seasoning enthusiasts shouted in a panic.

If the succession ceremony cannot proceed normally, it will be a great disgrace for the Extreme Flavor Group.

"Then just stick your hand out obediently."

Guo Kou Tangzi looked rather smug.

Little brat, after being the boss for so many years, you think you can't handle a few of you?

"Then at least tell us why."

Chili Head said helplessly.

"Your eldest sister ruined the soup pot in her efforts to win the competition. Now she has to use her own 'flesh' to repair it, otherwise the competition will be canceled and all her previous efforts will be in vain."

"Therefore, she had to ensure a smooth handover of the leadership position before she sacrificed herself."

Liu Zheng succinctly explained the situation.

"Do you need to meddle in our group's affairs?"

Guo Kou Tangzi looked unwell.

"If you keep dawdling like this, my delivery time is almost up. It's just cutting some meat, hurry up."

He said it nonchalantly.

"That's easy for you to say, it's not like you're the one cutting it."

The soup at the pot's edge wasn't very tasty.

"It's not like I haven't cut before, does the Butcher of Heaven know that? He cut it himself, and he cut it all the way through."

"So how did you survive?"

"I asked the soup vendor at the pot's edge."

"A friend gave me a life-saving gadget, which saved my life."

Liu Zheng said.

"Do you still have that prop?"

Guo Kou Tangzi couldn't help but ask.

"Gone."

He shrugged.

"Then what the hell are you talking about?"

Guo Kou Tangzi glanced at the soup pot, then at the four-person seasoning group, his eyes gradually hardening.

"Chili Head, stretch out your hand."

This time, her tone was calm as water, yet as heavy as a mountain.

Chili Head knew it couldn't stop the soup from boiling over in this state.

"Big Sister, may you rest in peace."

Spicy tears streamed from the corners of its eyes.

The three—Onion, Ginger, and Garlic—couldn't help but silently shed tears.

In an instant, the hot spring was filled with an aroma that whetted the appetite.

"When you stew me later, you are not allowed to put pepper in my soup."

Guo Kou Tangzi said earnestly.

Her "flesh" was empty, but her body remained.

When a new leader of the Extreme Flavor Group takes office, he must stew the previous leader into a soup and drink it, so as to pass on his power and culinary skills.

"Yes."

The chili pepper head cried even spicier.

"it is good."

Guo Kou Tangzi didn't say anything more, and handed the soup pot to Chili Head.

Once the chili pepper head takes the soup handle, the succession ceremony is considered complete.

"Wait a moment."

Just as Chili Head reached out with tears in his eyes, Liu Zheng stopped them.

"Referee, is there a time limit for this match?"

He looked at the red dragonfly.

"The match time wasn't set in advance, but I couldn't let it drag on indefinitely."

Red Dragonfly thought for a moment and said.

"What about half an hour?"

Liu Zheng glanced at his phone and said.

"Half an hour is still possible."

The red dragonfly nodded.

"Then we don't need these two pots of soup, right?"

He said.

"The competition results are out, and the submitted works can be disposed of as desired."

"Okay. Hey, do you trust me?"

Liu Zheng said to the soup at the pot opening.

"What are you going to do?"

"I asked the soup vendor at the pot's edge."

"I'll find you a way to survive. But you have to let me take the soup pot with me."

He said.

"no!"

Guo Kou Tangzi resolutely refused.

The soup pot is a heirloom of the Extreme Flavor Group, far more important than her, the leader of the Extreme Flavor Group. How could she possibly let an outsider take it away?

"can."

However, Chili Head, who had previously refused to let Guo Kou Tang Zi use the soup pot as a wager, agreed without hesitation this time.

"Are you crazy?"

The soup from the pot glared at it.

"Big Sister, if it weren't for you, the four of us would have turned into kitchen waste long ago, and the Extreme Flavor Group would no longer exist."

Chili Head looked directly into her eyes and said.

"I don't need the Extreme Flavor Group without its leader."

“Yes, we don’t need the Extreme Flavor Group without the boss.”

The three men, Cong Jiang Suan, chimed in.

"You four brats!"

Guo Kou Tangzi couldn't help but tear up.

"Almost got it."

Liu Zheng's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the harmonious atmosphere.

"I offered to help, so why are you acting out some kind of yakuza-themed movie?"

His tone was slightly sarcastic.

If he was somewhat moved at first, he realized something was wrong later on.

As bizarre residents of the metropolis, their performance was over the top.

"Hmph, isn't this the kind of thing you humans fall for?"

The tears in the soup at the pot's mouth could be wiped away in an instant.

"So you're not human?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"So that's how it is now."

Guo Kou Tangzi touched the scar on his neck and didn't continue the conversation.

"You can take the soup pot with you, but you have to give me corresponding collateral."