Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

As the saying goes, either you explode under pressure, or you become abnormal under pressure.

When most people can't handle the pressure, they don't have the guts to vent to clients or superiors, but they do have a great deal of guts to vent to colleagues and family.

"Alright, I have to go now, you can go too."

Yaoji waved his hand, picked up the human skin, and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

Liu Zheng looked at the intestines on the ground, thought for a moment, and then put them into the Legendary Delivery Box.

Although we may not necessarily collect white-feathered chickens, they don't take up much space anyway.

Besides, isn't that what my pajama-wearing buddy likes? If we run into him sometime, maybe I can sell it to him.

Liu Zheng watched as Yaoji was swallowed up by the darkness at the end of the corridor before turning around and walking in the opposite direction.

This time, he ignored the commotion on both sides, and the guests in the barn, perhaps having learned their lesson from that incident, did not provoke him.

Standing before the three elevators once more, Liu Zheng fell into deep thought.

Logically speaking, he should definitely take the elevator that Samurai Ichiro used.

But after talking with the samurai, he became very interested in the other two elevators, especially the women's elevator.

After all, the idea of ​​being incredibly lucky is just too tempting. With Liu Zheng's current abilities and connections, he doesn't even dare to imagine how much trouble he could cause.

It's not a problem to use an elevator for the elderly; it's just a business game, and he's very experienced in this kind of thing.

Playing chess with your tutor is just going back to your old ways. Back in college, Liu Zheng earned his leave slips by playing chess with his counselor.

However, he didn't feel any joy at the moment.

Liu Zheng has always been an emotionally stable person; his mood has always been switching between feeling tired and wanting to give up.

The number of times he experienced joy in his life was probably about the same as the number of times he won back his winnings from scratch-off lottery tickets.

As for how many times Liu Zheng actually broke even on his scratch-off lottery tickets...

Don't ask about this. Anyone who does will die.

As for sadness, he probably felt a little bit.

In reality, there are always things about himself and others in the metropolis that cause him sadness.

"Fine, I'll do it to you next time."

Liu Zheng looked at the crying woman, then walked towards the elevator where the angry man was.

"Heavenly Dao Sound Killing Style: Silk String Frenzied Slash!"

Upon meeting him, the samurai struck him with a single blow.

The blade energy transformed into strands of silk, slicing towards Liu Zheng, while he heard clear and pure music.

"Deliveryman's Knife Skill - A Wild Slash!"

Although he knew it was just a formality, he still offered a token resistance.

If you're going to be an undercover agent, you have to be dedicated. It's too much to not even pretend.

The butcher's knife and boning knife flashed in front of Liu Zheng, creating streaks of light. Although they were completely haphazard, their speed was fast enough to weave a defensive net.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of snapping strings echoed continuously; true damage was equally effective against things that were neither tangible nor intangible.

The broken blade of energy swept past his head, taking only a few strands of hair with it.

However, the lower body, which lacked focused defense, fared poorly, being sliced ​​to a bloody pulp by the string-sounding blade net.

This was the result after the samurai showed mercy; if he hadn't, he would probably have been turned into pieces of meat.

This also reflects one of Liu Zheng's biggest weaknesses: insufficient defensive capabilities.

"Rebirth of Flesh and Blood" is almost invincible in protracted wars, but it is not very useful in outbreak of war.

In all the battles he won, "Flesh and Blood Regeneration" was just the basic tactic; what truly secured victory was the true damage from the legendary vest and all sorts of amazing tools.

Of course, saying it like that sounds a bit like Versailles.

After all, Liu Zheng, a newbie player who hasn't even finished the beginner dungeon, has such strength and achievements, which is enough to make other players feel terrified.

"How is that little girl?"

After going through the formalities, Liu Zheng asked.

"Of course she passed successfully. That child is much more resilient than she appears; even if I didn't go easy on her, she would still have passed."

"Ichiro said."

"That's impressive? Hmm, you're right."

He nodded slightly.

Xiao Wan's previous performance may have seemed terrible, but in reality, he did everything he was supposed to do.

"If my wife and children are able to be resurrected in the future, I would like to take her as my disciple, so as to bring some life to my family."

The samurai mused to himself.

"I think you don't want to take on disciples, but rather daughters-in-law, don't you?"

Liu Zheng saw through his thoughts.

"If she is willing, then there is no problem with it."

Samurai Ichifa frankly stated.

The way of the chivalrous lies in traveling thousands of miles and killing countless villains.

Even if his wife and children are resurrected in the future, he cannot stay by their side for long.

Samurai Ichiro examined Xiao Wan's aptitude and found him to be a promising candidate for sword training.

Even if he can't surpass his father in the future, staying at home to protect his wife and children would be a wonderful thing.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Liu Zhengzhen can actually save his wife and children.

If not, then the samurai can simply continue to act as his elevator, and there's no need to take on any disciples.

"It feels like I spend all my time pimping."

Liu Zheng muttered something to himself.

However, even though Samurai Ichip said that even without any leniency, Man could pass the test.

While it's unlikely he'll immediately want to take her on as an apprentice, he'll definitely treat her differently.

It can only be said that everyone has their own stage. He may always be the protagonist, or he may be the protagonist everywhere, but it is impossible for him to be the protagonist everywhere at the same time.

"What did you say, sir?"

"nothing."

Liu Zheng pressed the button for the basement level.

The elevator ride went smoothly this time, and no one else was riding with me.

To be honest, he has never really liked being in a closed space with other people; the more people there are, the more uncomfortable he feels.

So he doesn't have high requirements in other places, but he is very willing to spend money on renting a house. He not only refuses to share a house, but also insists on renting the largest area within his budget.

Although cattle and horses are not human, they are not only bigger than humans, but they also taste worse.

If delivering food weren't so dangerous, Liu Zheng would have preferred to stay outside rather than share the break room with it.

"Ding!"

As I was pondering this, we arrived at the basement level.

"I'm leaving now, let's talk again next time."

He greeted the samurai.

"I would be most pleased to welcome you."

"Ichihachi said politely."

The elevator doors opened, and the outside was just like a food delivery lane—completely dark.

Liu Zheng stepped out of the elevator and looked back; only the floor display screen was still lit up.

He tentatively reached out and touched it, but found nothing, as if the elevator itself had been swallowed by darkness.

So he tried pressing the up button again, and with a "ding," the elevator doors reappeared in front of him.

"interesting."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"Your Excellency, what is this?"

A puzzled voice came from inside the elevator.

"It's okay, I'll just try it. You can go now."

He waved his hand and said.

"."

The samurai closed the elevator door without a word and disappeared again.

"It's just that I made you make one extra trip. You don't have to pay the electricity bill. You have such a bad temper. Young people are just like that."

Liu Zheng shook his head and turned to face the darkness.

He didn't move immediately, but instead took out the butcher's knife and poked around in all directions, and sure enough, he didn't touch anything.

Without even walls, it's easy to get lost walking around in such a space, and you might even end up spinning in circles, a phenomenon commonly known as "being trapped in a maze."

Of course, judging from Yaoji's reminder, he shouldn't be going around in circles, but rather being led to places he shouldn't be.

Liu Zheng took out the coal slag from the system space.

The moment he loosened his fist, revealing the coal dust inside, a bright flame appeared not far away.

Although the coal dust in his palm did not glow, it became slightly warm.

Following Thirteen Orphans' advice, Liu Zheng walked towards the direction of the firelight.

A damp and cold air emanated from the darkness, but the warmth provided by the coal ash made him feel comfortable.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a lone iron gate standing there.

The iron gate wasn't closed tightly, and the firelight Liu Zheng saw was coming from the crack in the gate.

He quickened his pace and was about to knock on the door when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Without a second thought, he turned and stabbed.

Like the sensation of a hot knife cutting through butter, Liu Zheng seized the opportunity to press his advantage, gripping the handle and pulling it horizontally once more.

"Tick!"

A sound like a drop of water rang out, and his butcher's knife struck nothingness.

"Ran?"

Liu Zheng swung his knife a few more times, but missed everything.

He squatted down and groped around on the ground for a while, finally finding a few pieces that felt like jellyfish skin.

However, the item description did not appear.

So he took it in his hand, turned around and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

Liu Zheng knocked hard several times before an old voice came from inside the door.

"Hello, Mr. Hachijo, I'm a new guy in the massage department. Manager Shisanyao asked me to come and stay with you for a while."

He introduced himself.

"That kid Thirteen Yao is really something. He knows I'm busy, but he always makes me help him take care of his kids."

Eight grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"That's because you're happy to take care of the kids."