Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

He briefly recounted the story of saving Jingzi's eyes.

"I might not be able to beat those bathhouse attendants in a drinking contest, so I'll have to find another way."

Liu Zheng spread his tentacles.

"Hmph, as expected of evil humans, only capable of resorting to wicked tricks."

The plane tree scoffed.

As a true alcoholic, he utterly despised Liu Zheng's cheating behavior.

"There's no other way. If Mr. De Lego could come with me, I wouldn't have to resort to such underhanded tricks. With your drinking capacity, you could easily dominate the bathhouse area."

He said it respectfully.

"Of course, I'm not bragging, but in the entire metropolis, no more than the amount of my tree roots can drink."

The plane tree proudly stated.

"awesome."

Liu Zheng flattered.

How many roots does a London plane tree have? At least dozens, right?

How many bottles do you want?

The plane tree thought for a moment and asked.

"I'll take as many bottles as you have."

"Human, I advise you not to push your luck."

It glared at him.

"The main problem is that I don't know how many bottles I'll need. I'll just return any I can't finish to you when I get back."

He said.

"Bullshit! When has anything that's in your hands ever been returned?"

The plane trees scoffed at his promise.

"What can I do? I want to save it up too."

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

After his trip to Atlantis, he roughly understood the level of a normal dungeon.

Leaving aside the items that cannot be taken out of the instance, if he could keep all the items that can be taken out of the instance, as long as the next instance is not as outrageous as Metropolis, wouldn't he be able to clear it easily?

Unfortunately, Liu Zheng encountered opponents who were stronger than the last, and he couldn't possibly hold back his efforts; that would be tantamount to courting death.

“I don’t care whether you’ve used it up or not, you have to give me back this wine that’s just as special as the 15-year-old contaminated Ascension Moss.”

The plane trees don't care about his difficulties.

"Okay, okay, but I can't guarantee when I'll get it."

Liu Zheng said with a headache.

The 15-year-old Ascension Moss was contaminated by the atmosphere of the Chaos Club. What other wine is just as special as it? Was it contaminated by the atmosphere of a garbage dump?

Hmm, if we follow this line of thinking, wouldn't it also be possible to have something contaminated by sewage?

"Hmph, as long as you don't return it to me, I'll beat you up every time I see you."

Just as his thoughts were beginning to flow, the plane tree spoke.

"I have a feeling that this is your real purpose?"

Sensing the excitement in its tone, Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"Just tell me if you want it or not."

The plane tree did not give a direct answer.

"want!"

There are plenty of people who want to beat him up; one more person just means he'll get more food to eat.

"Take it."

Black tree roots turned over the soil and delivered a case of wine.

When Liu Zheng opened it, he found that there were still six bottles of 15-year-old *Moss mongholicus* inside.

"You've already given me the wine, now give me something to save my life."

He put away the moss and said with a smirk.

"Dream on, didn't I already give it to you when you left the country?"

"It's a plane tree," said the French plane tree.

"I've already used it all up, and I've used up all the ones they gave me. I'm completely broke now. Please help me out, you don't want to go without good wine in the future, do you?"

"This is so annoying! I should have just turned you into tree fertilizer back then!"

The plane tree huffed and puffed, then started rummaging through the soil.

Chapter 352 Firepower is not such an inconvenient thing

"Hey, get lost! I get annoyed just looking at you, you idiot human."

A dark shadow was thrown out by the plane tree and hit Liu Zheng directly in the face.

He took the thing down and saw that it was a fat, white worm with a mouth and eyes.

The fat worm wasn't afraid when the tentacles grabbed it; instead, it stared at Liu Zheng with its small red eyes, blinking repeatedly.

Putting aside the fact that it's a worm, it's actually kind of cute.

Name: Mutant Wine Bug (Disposable)

Type: Item

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: After use, the player will randomly receive a positive bonus based on the type of alcohol consumed in the current instance, lasting for one hour."

"Note: If you drank my drink, spit it out."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

It's another prop that depends on appearance, but it's worth it because it always has a positive effect, so it's not bad.

"Let's go."

Liu Zheng said.

"What an rude human! Can't he even say thank you?"

The plane tree expressed its dissatisfaction.

"I was just afraid you'd think I had ulterior motives. After all, everyone says that if I say thank you, it's never anything good."

he laughed.

"Hmm, that seems to be true. You can go now."

The plane tree nodded, closed its eyes, and ignored him.

"Let's go to the clinic to pick up the doctor, and then we'll head to the bathhouse street."

Once in the car, Liu Zheng said to the driver.

"If you're going to the bathhouse area, I suggest you change your car."

The driver reminded him.

"why?"

“The area outside the city is not the same as the city. Although it is not as chaotic as the old city, it can still be quite chaotic. With your and that mummy’s strength, although you won’t be in mortal danger, you will still waste a lot of time and energy.”

the driver said.

"So what is the colonel's suggestion?"

"Why not try my other child? It's been bored at home for ages too."

The driver smiled.

"Is the tank moving a little too slowly?"

He stated bluntly,

"Don't worry, this model is specially designed for speed and protection, it will definitely not disappoint you."

the driver said.

"What about the price?"

"I'll offer you the biggest discount on price, and I'll waive the labor cost entirely."

The driver said heartily.

"How many crew members are needed this time?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"Not a single one is needed. This tank only has a roof-mounted machine gun, which I can operate while driving."

the driver said.

"Won't the firepower be insufficient?"

He said worriedly.

"This tank's firepower comes from the tank itself. But if you're worried, I can carry some high-powered ammunition, but you'll have to fire it yourself."

"Huh? How do I launch it myself?"

Liu Zheng was stunned for a moment.

He's not a nightingale covered in guns and cannons.

"I'll crash into it, and then you pick up the ammunition and throw it down."

The driver explained.

"Actually, I think kittens are pretty fast too."

"The kitten is resting and can't be driven out. Those gray beasts have no idea how to drive a tank efficiently and gracefully."

The driver cursed.

"That's fine."

Liu Zheng had no choice but to agree.

It's just a suicide attack; he's done plenty of things like that before.

"Then I'll take you to the clinic first, then go back to the restaurant to change cars, and then go to the bathhouse street."

the driver said.

"can."

The sports car quickly arrived at the clinic entrance.

"I forgot to bring any dried fish, but do you want some wine?"

Looking at the Sphinx with its head raised, Liu Zheng took out a bottle of fifteen-year-old Ascension Moss.

"Human, if you want to poison me, one bottle of poison won't be enough."

The sphinx sniffed and said expressionlessly.

"What about the six bottles?"

He then took out the remaining five bottles.

Even the dumbest cat wouldn't do the same thing six times.

The sphinx gave Liu Zheng a disdainful look, then turned its back on him and ignored him.