Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Don't say such weird things, I'm not interested in men."

While complaining, Liu Tong ripped a piece of seaweed off his face.

Beneath the aquatic plants lies red flesh with the same texture as tuna.

"If you succeed, once I become the executive vice minister, I will directly recommend you for the position of section chief."

He said, pinching the waterweed.

Generally speaking, those who have served such distinguished guests will at most receive a promotion of one rank.

However, for someone like Liu Zheng who has made great contributions and has the support of his superiors, it is not impossible for him to be promoted two ranks.

Becoming a section chief on my very first day at work is a meteoric rise.

But when Liu Tong said that, no one present had any objection.

As long as it increases the survival rate, they would agree to let Liu become the boss.

Of course, whether they'll recognize each other after they go abroad is another matter entirely.

"Then I'm very grateful to Minister Liu."

As Liu Zheng made polite remarks, he watched as Liu Tong inserted the waterweed into his chest.

The waterweed, like a drill, pierced through the lingerie, then through Liu Zheng's skin, and finally drilled into his heart.

"Ok?"

Liu Tong seemed to sense something was wrong, his eyes fixed on his gradually healing wound.

"May I take action now, Minister Rokudo?"

Liu Zheng asked calmly.

"can."

Liu Tong withdrew his gaze and said.

Right now, getting the job done is the priority; everything else can wait.

"However, you still need to prove your strength first."

If you're not strong enough and get killed by the mudman, you'll have lost a target to share the firepower for nothing.

"No problem. Time is tight, so can we prove it in the simplest way possible?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"In what way?"

"Minister Liutong, you can just stand still and let me cut you once."

he said with a smile.

".Can."

After a moment of silence, Liu Tong spoke.

"it is good"

Before Liu Zheng could finish speaking, the butcher's knife was already aimed at Liu Tong's neck.

With a ferocious expression and a fierce gust of wind from his blade, this stance was clearly not just about proving his strength, but about beheading his opponent.

"Is that all you have?"

However, facing the fierce slash, Liu Tong showed a disappointed expression.

Although it's actually not bad, it's just average; there are plenty of them in the massage parlor.

He wanted to say something to Liu Zheng: "To think someone like this can be a hero."

"Are you worthy?"

Liu Tong stretched out his hand, intending to perform a feat of disarming Liu Zheng with his bare hands, and then slap Liu Zheng to teach this arrogant newcomer a lesson.

But the moment he reached out his hand, the water plants in his palm curled up on their own.

"not good!"

Liu Tong's expression changed drastically.

The aquatic plants on his body are both a part of him and independent life.

They also react instinctively when they sense a deadly danger.

Liu Tong's reaction was also quick. Sensing something was wrong, he immediately extended his other arm, changing from a single palm to two crossed arms.

"Three levels of grass shield!"

He shouted loudly.

All the seaweed on Liutong's body had shrunk back into its body, revealing its tender, red flesh, which looked incredibly appetizing.

The next second, the seaweed burst forth from the outside of her arms, intertwining to form three layers of shields, from large to small, resembling a Christmas tree.

"Click~"

The butcher's knife struck the shield, making a sound like breaking a biscuit.

Liu Tong's arm was lowered slightly, but he immediately raised it again.

Just as he had predicted, the opponent's strength was not very high.

But why are the aquatic plants so afraid?

A hint of doubt flashed through Liu Tong's mind, but he soon knew the answer.

"Splitting Mount Hua with all my might!"

Liu Zheng channeled his energy into the air, focusing all his power onto the butcher's blade.

"Crack!"

The sound of a cookie breaking rang out again, and the first layer of the small shield was split in two.

"Crack!"

The shield in the second layer also cracked in response.

A horrified gaze met a burning gaze, and Liu Tong seemed to see Liu Zheng's innermost thoughts in his eyes.

"Vice Minister, am I eligible now?"

With a quick thought, Liu Tong made a decision in the blink of an eye.

He pushed off with both feet and his body shot backward.

However, the triple grass shield did not follow his movement, but remained in the air behind.

"Crack!"

The third layer of the large shield was also cleaved open.

The blade, still wielding its full force, slammed Liu Zheng to the ground.

"Gan!"

He touched his broken chin, cursed, and then stood up.

"What kind of knife is that?"

Liu Tong asked, his voice as calm as still water.

The opponent's strength was definitely insufficient to cut through the shield, and he didn't sense any extraordinary power, so the problem must lie with the sword.

"I don't know, someone gave it to me."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

Although it looks like a butcher's knife, who knows what the white-feathered chicken is used for?

With so many serrations, it's also great for grooming calico cats.

"You don't even know his name?"

In Japanese culture, every weapon has its own name.

Only by knowing the true names of the weapons can we gain their approval and unleash their true power.

It's called 'The Spirit of Self-Eating'.

he replied.

"A good name. It's a good knife. Practice your swordsmanship well in the future and don't let it down."

Liu Tong stood with his hands behind his back, and if you ignored his well-preserved, ruddy skin, he would have the air of a master.

"Okay, Minister Liutong, I will practice hard from now on."

Liu Zheng humbly accepted the offer.

"Yes, I acknowledge your abilities. Now, get to work."

Liu Tong nodded.

"okay."

He carried the butcher's knife and walked towards the bathhouse.

As they passed the line, everyone made way for them.

They knew the strength of Liu Tong; those three straw shields couldn't be broken even with cannon fire, let alone cut with a knife.

Liu Zheng actually sliced ​​through three sides with a single stroke, seemingly effortlessly. It's unimaginable how terrifying this knife must be.

At the same time, a hint of greed appeared in their eyes.

It's such a waste to give such a good knife to such a weak human. I have to find a way to get my hands on it.

Of course, they wouldn't dare to rob us outright, but they've done plenty of things like setting up a gambling den and cheating.

Liu Zheng ignored the stares directed at him and strode towards the bath.

As he walked, he felt he was moving too slowly, so he simply started running.

The heavy footsteps echoed in the empty and silent hall, accompanied by the exaggeratedly shaped butcher's knife, creating an unstoppable momentum.

Yaoji stared intently at his retreating figure, her eyes wide with a tearing pain, but she didn't care at all.

"Sister, is this the back view you imagined?"

she said to herself.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Liu Zheng drew closer and closer to the bath.

The clay figures, however, showed no reaction and continued mechanically performing the tasks they had performed in life.

"Sorry, friend, I need to borrow your body."

He ran to the nearest clay figure and raised his butcher's knife.

Faced with the executioner's knife, the clay figure finally showed some reaction.

It slowly turned around, and a woman's head spewed out from the hole above its head.

The woman's head was covered in mud, and there were many nails, wires, bottle caps and other trash embedded in her flesh, but her facial features could still be vaguely discerned.

"There are three."

Yaoji shifted his gaze from Liu Zheng and recognized the woman's identity.

Sanjo's relationship with her wasn't very good during his lifetime; in fact, he often made sarcastic remarks out of jealousy.

But since the other party had not actually harmed her, and they had worked together for a long time, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow.

"Could you help me carry some water? Just one more bucket and I can turn back into my original form."

Three openings.

"Don't trust her."

Yaoji quickly reminded him.

People who are eaten by tigers will become their accomplices, using sweet words to trick passersby into being eaten by tigers. These clay figures are the same.

"Okay."