Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"His injuries are actually more severe than yours?"

He looked at the fisherman suspiciously.

Old Deng didn't lose any limbs this time, but his clothes were tattered and his skin was covered in black particles, as if he had been sprayed from head to toe with a dirt sprayer.

"Wait, these black spots can't be..."

He sniffed, seemingly lost in thought.

"If you dare to say it, I'll stuff them all into your mouth."

The fisherman was threatened.

"Tch, as if I've never eaten it before."

Liu Zheng scoffed.

"You're getting cocky now. If you're so eager to eat shit, why don't you just become my deputy? I guarantee you'll have more to eat than you can finish every day."

The fisherman glanced sideways and said.

"Forget it, I respect the elderly and I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat. Then the female diver will say I'm mistreating my father-in-law."

"Who the hell is your father-in-law? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you into the river to feed the fish right now!"

The fisherman glared and puffed out his cheeks.

"Okay, then you can accompany the female diver to the waste disposal plant yourself."

"Besides threatening me with this, what else can you do?"

The fisherman looked at him with disdain.

"Yes, I will also have the Ama and Nightingale hold their wedding at the Chaos Club, and then adopt a daughter who likes lilies, and when she grows up, I will let her work as an employee of the city hall."

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

The fisherman was furious.

"I am an orphan, I have no mother and no father."

Liu Zheng replied calmly.

"You little brat, can't you live a day without acting like a jerk?"

Hearing his words, the fisherman's anger subsided a little, and he said irritably.

"Staying in this lousy place, doing this lousy job, I either have to act like a masochist or go crazy, otherwise I can't survive."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Hmph, there are so many people who want to do your job but can't. You should be content."

"That's what the fisherman said."

Bloody Restaurant is a major player in the metropolis; while it may be subservient to its own people, it can strike hard against outsiders.

In this respect, it already surpasses 99.9% of the units in the metropolitan area.

"Then let someone else enjoy this blessing. Help me with the sewer system."

Liu Zheng got down to business.

Chapter 342 I defeated the sewer clone?

"I've already spoken to the sewers about your request, and they've agreed."

"That's what the fisherman said."

"It's not the sanitation department's business. My boss asked me to buy some things from the sewers."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"what?"

"Its brain."

he replied.

"I think you and your boss should go buy some brains and replace them."

The fisherman looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Last time you caught a ball and caused an earthquake in Metropolis. This time you want brains too. Are you afraid that Metropolis will turn into ruins?"

"What can I do? It's my boss's job. Do I have the right to refuse? Besides, this time I'm not getting it for free; I'm exchanging it for something."

Liu Zheng took the packaged black deer head out of the takeout box.

"What is this thing?!"

The moment the fisherman saw the black deer head, he immediately jumped backward to the other side of the river.

He grew all sorts of fishing gear all over his body, such as fishing rods, harpoons, nets, and spears, making him look like a stressed porcupine.

"No, is this thing really that scary?"

Liu Zheng looked puzzled.

It's just a foot bath basin that Si Xue used.

"You're not strong enough, of course you can't sense it. The pollution on this thing is no worse than that in a garbage disposal plant."

The fisherman remained on guard.

"If it's that scary, why didn't they check the sewers?"

He questioned.

Last time, he attracted attention in the sewers by cosplaying as a cow or a horse. Surely this thing can't be worse than a monkey version of a cow or a horse, right?

"You don't know anything. Sewers aren't as sensitive to inanimate objects as they are to living ones. Besides, it just had surgery and is now under local anesthesia."

The fisherman explained.

"I see. Can you still contact it then?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“Partial anesthesia is not general anesthesia. But are you sure you want to show this thing to the sewer? It finally calmed down. If it gets stressed again, I may not be able to protect you.”

"That's what the fisherman said."

In fact, he might not even be able to protect himself.

After all, he had just been injured and did not have the monstrous recovery ability of "flesh and blood regeneration".

"It should be fine, right? My boss wouldn't need to go to such lengths to kill me if he wanted to."

Liu Zheng hesitated.

"Whatever you want, just make sure you take good care of the female diver if you're still alive."

"That's what the fisherman said."

"You've really figured out how to set a flag in reverse, old man."

He squinted and said.

This old guy, is he trying to transfer the death flag onto him using this method?

"I don't have as many bad intentions as you."

The fisherman chuckled and then dipped his hand into the river.

After a while, a huge white tumor appeared on the ceiling.

The white tumor ruptured slightly, releasing a network of mucus.

Only a sliver of his bluish-gray pupils were visible, giving him a sleepy appearance.

"Open the cloth."

The fisherman spoke up.

His voice was unusually deep and hoarse, like the voice of an old smoker who had just woken up from a bad cold.

Liu Zheng's intuition told him that even if the speaker wasn't from the sewers, it was a mixture of the sewers' and the fisherman's will.

"Ok."

He opened the cloth bag as instructed, and the black deer head was once again exposed to the air.

Who is the current owner of the restaurant?

Sewer glanced at Black Deer Head and asked about something else.

"I don't know if I can say it."

Just as Liu Zheng was about to speak, he suddenly remembered the rule against revealing the restaurant's internal affairs.

"Tell me, and I'll protect you. Don't tell me, and I'll beat you up."

The sewers said.

"Alright then, Si Xue is the current boss."

He had no choice but to say.

Faced with the will of the sewers, he didn't think he had any chance to resist.

As soon as Liu Zhenggang uttered the name, a chill ran down his spine and spread throughout his body.

Although his body appeared unchanged, Liu Zheng felt as if he were "freezing."

"I'm just asking what's wrong. Who gave you permission to lecture your employees here?"

The sewer stretched out its arm and slapped him across the face.

With a crisp "snap," Liu Zheng felt the icy sensation shatter instantly, and his face burned with pain.

"Mr. Sewer, will the restaurant cause me any trouble afterward?"

He covered his face and asked with some concern.

"No. What do you want to change to?"

The sewer asked.

"If I tell you, can you promise you won't beat me up?"

Liu Zheng asked cautiously.

"Tell me. If you don't, I'll beat you up."

"My boss told me to trade this for your brain."

He immediately covered his face with his four tentacles after he finished speaking.

Although it's completely useless, at least it provides a little sense of security.

"Heh. Last time you stole my basket, now you want my brain. What else does your restaurant want from me next time? Why don't I go upstairs and you all come downstairs?"

The sewer sneered.

"Cough cough, that shouldn't be that bad, right?"

Liu Zheng said guiltily.

After all, if he hadn't fished out the sewer's testicles, Si Xue wouldn't have thought of replacing the sewer's brain.

"Hmph, your restaurant."

The sewer seemed to want to say something bad, but then stopped itself.

It seems that even it can't say everything.

"So, may I exchange it, sir?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I can't make that decision."

The sewer shook its head.

"Huh? Well, so you're a fisherman after all. Then why were you pretending with me just now?"