Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Let's wait until we get through this. I can barely take care of myself, how can I have time to worry about other people's business?"

But Yaoji did not agree immediately.

"I understand. By the way, if Xiao Wan is selected, please ask Yoko-nee to have her come to Okawa-ryu."

He remembered and said.

"Are you so confident you can protect both of us?"

Yaoji looked at him suspiciously.

If Liu Zheng had that kind of ability, would he need to infiltrate the area? He could just go directly to Granny Tang's house and demand the person back.

"It's not a question of whether or not it can be done, it's a question of whether or not one knows how to do it."

Liu Zheng answered calmly.

In this bathhouse, he was probably the only one motivated to save the two of them.

"Why are you protecting me? Just to use me to save Hitomi?"

Yaoji persisted, asking relentlessly.

"That is certainly the most important reason."

Liu Zheng simply admitted it.

"Why isn't it that important?"

"The reason that's not so important is that this world is just too dirty, so dirty that every breath I take feels like my lungs are filled with dog poop."

"With more good people like you, Yoko-neechan, the air will be a little fresher."

he said with a sigh.

Liu Zheng is really tired.

In the few days he entered the instance, he expended more mental energy than he had in the previous twenty years combined. He had to carefully consider every word and every action.

Even when you're going all out and fighting desperately, you have to keep your mind on the line of rationality.

One second they were fighting to the death with an enemy, and the next second Liu Zheng was putting his arm around the other person's shoulder.

Even if the other person could kill him with just one look, he would still gaze deeply into their eyes and even try to overpower them with his presence.

He hadn't read "An Actor Prepares," and his performance was entirely due to talent and survival instinct.

But having held on this long, Liu Zheng feels he's almost going crazy, or perhaps he already is.

Therefore, these acts of kindness that serve as anchors to support his self-awareness are all the more precious.

"After rescuing Haruko, will you still stay and work at the bathhouse?"

After a moment of silence, Yaoji asked.

"probably not."

Even if Liu Zheng hadn't revealed his identity, he couldn't have stayed in the bathhouse street for long.

He had a day off, and not much time was left.

To be honest, Liu Zheng didn't know if there would be any penalties for staying outside for an extended period of time.

Of course, he didn't want to know.

"is it?"

Yaoji responded faintly, and then fell silent again.

"Ding!"

A few seconds later, the elevator announcement sounded.

"Um, Yoko-neechan, my elevator has arrived, I'll go first."

Liu Zheng greeted the elevator as it opened, then stepped inside.

"it is good."

Yaoji nodded.

"Sister, will he be a good man?"

She muttered to herself as she watched the elevator doors slowly close.

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"Does Your Excellency know that Lord Ōkawaryo and Kunguna have arrived?"

Upon seeing Liu Zheng, the warrior immediately spoke.

"Kunguna, why don't you call me 'Your Excellency'?"

His focus is different from others.

"What right does a wicked god who indulges in debauchery and harms life have to be addressed as Your Excellency?"

The samurai said with disdain.

"You're quite principled."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"Even if the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sound Killing School cannot act as heroes and uphold justice, they will never do anything that is immoral or cruel to living beings."

“Anyone who disobeys will be killed by all the disciples.”

The samurai said with a resounding voice.

"If I may ask, how many disciples does your Heavenly Dao Sound Killing Sect have, excluding yourself?"

He asked casually.

"My Heavenly Dao Sound Killing Style has a long history, and at its peak, it had over a hundred disciples."

"I'm asking now, how many disciples do you have left?"

Liu Zheng interrupted Wu Shiyi's words.

"For hundreds of years, my Heavenly Dao Sound Killing Sect has produced countless swordsmen and chivalrous figures, who have made a great name for themselves in the metropolis."

"Everyone has their moment of glory, but don't mistake a single moment for eternity. I'm asking you, how many disciples does the Heavenly Dao Sound Killing Style still have?"

He persisted in asking.

"There's no one left."

After a moment of silence, the samurai said with a bitter expression.

"I guessed so. Your Heavenly Dao Sound Killing Style probably wasn't created by locals from the metropolis, right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"How did you know that? Our founder of the Heavenly Dao Sound Killing Style did indeed migrate from abroad."

The samurai exclaimed in surprise.

"Isn't it obvious? With your sect's principles, if your founder were a local, he probably wouldn't have lived to see the founding of the sect."

"It's more accurate to say that it's a miracle that you still have over a hundred disciples."

He pursed his lips.

In a metropolis, if you want to be a good person, you can only do so by being a good person yourself.

To open one's own school of thought and still aspire to benefit the world—what's the difference between that and digging for oil in a moldy camp?

"Alas, actually, it was the generation of the Unpermitted Master who saved a village, so the surviving villagers all joined our sect."

Samurai Ichifa sighed.

"Exemption from all sects" means that a disciple has been recognized by the sect and can independently recruit disciples and teach the sect's skills.

Generally speaking, the one who is granted the title of "Master of All Disciples" in each sect is the strongest disciple of that generation.

"No wonder."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"By my father's generation, they could no longer recruit other disciples, so the skill had to be passed down from father to son."

Since things had come to this point, Samurai Ichifa simply confessed everything.

"It's an inevitable trend, and it's not your problem."

He said calmly.

To be fair, the swordsmanship of the Heavenly Path Sound Killing Style is quite good.

It is versatile in both offense and defense, capable of both close and long-range attacks, and possesses both single-target and area-of-effect skills, as well as a special skill called "Only I Can Speak".

However, the development of a sect cannot be determined solely by the sect's own efforts; the course of history must also be taken into account.

Trying to establish a reputable sect in a metropolis where everyone is a heretic or evil is hard to say whether it's too backward or too advanced, but it's definitely a dead end.

"Therefore, please, Your Excellency, help me revive my wife and children."

Samurai got straight to the point.

It was driven by both personal feelings and the desire to preserve the sect's legacy.

"Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promise. Even if I fail to do it, I will definitely give you an explanation."

Liu Zheng patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

The samurai bowed deeply at a 45-degree angle.

"Come on, cut me down."

He faked a fall on flat ground and lay there to be hacked at.

Two minutes later, Liu Zheng stepped out of the elevator.

"You were so fast this time?"

Thirteen Orphans, who was waiting outside, looked on in surprise.

“Since you’ve spoken, Minister, how could I dare to be negligent?”

He had a smile on his face.

"So you're saying you dared to be disrespectful before I even gave the order, is that it?"

Thirteen Yao understood the hidden meaning in his words.

"That depends on whether it's official or personal. If it's your personal matter, Minister, I can handle it perfectly for you without you even having to ask."

"Smooth talker. Come with me."

Thirteen led him through the corridor to a screened house.

Pulling open the paper door, a dozen or so men dressed in black short-sleeved shirts were kneeling inside.

These men were not all human; some had horns on their heads, some had gills on their faces, and some were completely unrecognizable as human.

But they all exuded a masculine aura, making it immediately obvious that they were male.

"minister!"

"minister!"

"minister!"

Upon seeing Thirteen Orphans open the door, everyone sat down and bowed in greeting.

"Hmm. Six of Bamboo, is everyone here?"

Thirteen Cloud nodded in response, then asked the man sitting at the front.

"Everyone's here, Minister."

Six of bamboo return.

This was an extremely tall and strong man, at least 1.9 meters tall.

As for weight, it's difficult to estimate by sight because the other person's body structure is clearly different from that of a human.