Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Sure enough, just as the red pig was about to deliver the fatal punch to his head, the bull and horse finally moved.

It turned around and raised its hind legs.

An invisible air blast struck the red pig's head, shattering it along with its body.

Liu Zheng crashed heavily to the ground, then was hoisted up by the horns of cattle and horses and thrown aside.

"Boss, you can beat it but you let me get beaten up. Am I still your most capable underling?"

He shouted resentfully.

"Of course, otherwise it would have focused all its attention on beating you up, and I wouldn't have had an easy time getting the better of it."

The cattle and horses returned.

Sure enough, the shattered red pig reformed, its size even larger than before.

Its round, large eyes glowed red, and a pair of curved tusks grew from its mouth, making it look like the mutated wild boar in the sewers of Atlantis.

"oxen and horses!"

The red pig roared again and pounced down from its high position.

"Red Pig, we're here on serious business, stop fucking crazy."

The oxen and horses cried out.

In its frenzy, the red pig couldn't possibly listen to such words, especially since they came from the very bulls and horses it deeply hated. Its lunging speed didn't slow down at all.

Of course, the oxen and horses didn't expect to reason with the pigs; their hooves were already raised as they spoke.

Two hooves and two fists collided one after the other, making a sound like stones hitting each other.

"not good!"

Feeling the powerful aftershock, Liu Zheng immediately cried out in alarm.

However, his first glance wasn't at the cattle or horses, nor at the red pig, but at the ground beneath the cattle and horses' bodies.

Because he remembered the old cowboy's third rule about cemeteries.

"Those who damage the public facilities of the cemetery shall be required to pay compensation and be sentenced to forced labor."

Given the typical practices of metropolitan landmarks, this forced labor is probably no different from life imprisonment.

The ground surface of a cemetery should also be considered a public facility.

The cattle and horses were also startled, and then looked down at the ground.

Fortunately, the ground appears to be intact.

However, the red pig immediately seized the opportunity when it was distracted, first throwing a heavy punch that deflected the horse's blocking hoof, and then throwing an uppercut that sent the bull and horse flying into the air.

Given the weight of oxen and horses, they naturally couldn't fly as high as Liu Zheng.

However, taking a full combo of punches is enough.

"Ola Ola Ola!"

Red Pig kept throwing heavy punches, its nostrils flaring red light with excitement.

"grass!"

Caught off guard, the ox and horse took more than a dozen punches before managing to escape their predicament by pushing off with their hind legs and using the reaction force.

"You little brat, you did that on purpose, didn't you?!"

After landing back on the ground, the oxen and horses bared their teeth and barked at Liu Zheng.

"I swear to God, I really didn't mean it. Boss, watch out!"

he shouted.

"I'll settle the score with you later."

The ox and horse glared at him, then turned to face the red pig's punch.

They fought for a good ten minutes.

The cattle and horses were beaten until they were covered in bruises, and several of their bones were broken.

The red pig's body was blasted apart several times. Although its size did not shrink, it was obviously not as solid as it had been at the beginning.

The red light in its eyes dimmed considerably, and its fangs retracted somewhat.

However, they were all careful not to damage the cemetery's public facilities.

After another exchange of punches, the ox, the horse, and the pig each retreated, then glared at each other, panting heavily.

"Boss Red Pig, stop hitting us. We came here to ask you about the Bathhouse Street."

Seeing that the time was right, Liu Zheng shouted loudly at the red pig.

"Bathhouse Street?"

The red light in the red pig's eyes flickered, and then it looked at him.

Why are you asking about Bathhouse Street?

It clenched its fist.

If Liu Zheng cannot give it a satisfactory answer, it will shift its target of hatred.

"There was a woman who fell in love with a pig just like you. But she couldn't escape and was locked up. Her family asked me to rescue her."

Liu Zheng said.

"Is it true that a woman fell in love with a pig?"

The red pig asked.

"Of course, her name is Qingzi, and her boss is Grandma Tang. It was Sumireko from the Yakuza Kenpo who asked me to save her. Qingzi is her niece."

He said it all in one breath.

"Eyoko, Chihaya, Chihaya."

The red pig kept calling out his wife's name, and the red light and tusks gradually subsided, and its size returned to its original state.

"Hmph, you ox and horse, you finally dare to come see me."

It spoke to the cattle and horses.

"Who wouldn't dare come? I just haven't had time. Do you think everyone's like you, dead and with nothing to do? I have a family to support, you know?"

The ox and the horse retorted sharply.

"With your meager salary, how can you support a family? Chihaya earns more than you."

Red Pig mocked.

Bloody Restaurant doesn't have an advantage over other companies when it comes to wages.

"None of your business. You two earn so much, why should I pay for your burial plot?"

The ox and horse are sarcastic.

"Didn't we give you all our money?"

"It doesn't cost money to retrieve your dead. Your meager inheritance isn't enough, and I've already spent quite a bit of my own money."

The oxen and horses shouted.

"Who asked you to rescue me? Chihaya is dead, and I didn't want to live anyway. Mind your own business."

The red pig cursed.

"Black Claw is dead, Yellow Monkey is dead, and of the Animal Farm band from back then, only I am still alive. If you also die, the band will be completely broken up. So you can't rest in peace, even if you no longer love Chihaya, you have to live on with hatred for me."

"It's just a matter of time," Niu Ma said calmly.

"You bastard, I'll definitely beat you to death next time, and then I'll hold a concert in the cemetery."

The red pig remained silent for a long time, then cursed angrily.

"So what? I'm still the captain, and you still have to be my drummer."

"I'm so proud of myself," Niu Ma said smugly.

"Hmph. What do you want to know?"

The red pig ignored it and looked at Liu Zheng.

"Everything, as long as it's about the bathhouse district."

he replied.

"After becoming a dead person, I lost a lot of my memories. Even what I still remember is mostly fragmented. If you don't ask specific questions, it's hard for me to know what to tell you."

Red Pig shook its head.

"Will this help you?"

Liu Zheng had a sudden inspiration and took out the Hell Honey Yogurt.

"Hell yogurt? That's a good thing, but it's useless for us dead who have no physical form."

Red Pig said.

"Alright. Then I'd like to know some information about Grandma Tang first."

He thought for a moment and said.

"Grandma Tang controls more than half of the businesses on Bath Street. She owns five of the ten largest bathhouses. She can be said to be the de facto person in charge of Bath Street."

Red Pig said.

Which is the largest bathhouse?

Liu Zheng asked.

Since the reversion of the eyes requires working in a large public bathhouse, the largest bathhouse is naturally the best place to achieve the desired effect.

"Hyakki Gyo Bathhouse. It's said that several members of parliament own shares in this bathhouse, which allows them to get things that other bathhouses can't, and to serve guests that other bathhouses dare not serve. In particular, the demons and monsters of the Takamagahara clan love to spend money at this bathhouse."

Red Pig said.

"Takamagahara?"

He blinked.

It seems that Amaterasu Omikami said that as long as he displays his mark, the gods under her command will protect him.

It works on the gods of the Takamagahara system, so it should also work on demons and monsters, right?

After all, in the Takamagahara mythology, demons and monsters don't have much influence.

Only Yamata no Orochi could rival Susanoo, the younger brother of Amaterasu Omikami. Others, such as Tamamo-no-Mae and Shuten-dōji, were mortals who could be killed.

"What, you know?"

"I know a little bit. I also have the mark of the main god of the Takamagahara system. See if you can use it."

As Liu Zheng spoke, he silently recited the name of the Great Sun Goddess in his heart.

Soon, a phantom image of a magatama appeared in his right eye.

"The mark of the Great Sun! You little bastard, you're much more capable than me."

The red pig was shocked for a moment, then immediately mocked the ox and horse.

"Hmph, this kid only knows how to pull strings and use connections. He's far from having any real skills."

Niu Ma glanced at it and said.

"In this world, what good is being good at fighting? No matter how good you are at fighting, can you fight as well as Oink? Even if you are, you're still hiding in the black market, unable to come out. What's real skill? Money and power are real skills."

Red Pig sneered.

"If you understand this so well, why didn't you try to build connections back then?"

"I'm just a cursed commoner, neither human nor pig, who am I supposed to pull strings with?"

The red pig sighed.

Metropolises appear to be a melting pot of all races and people of all kinds, where the competition between individuals is based on their citizenship status, savings, and position.

But in reality, blood ties are still more convenient and stable for building connections.