Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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"Tch, a bunch of men who only think with their lower bodies."

"Yaoji said disdainfully."

"Actually, it's not entirely without its advantages; at least the thinking speed is fast enough."

Liu Zheng replied casually.

"So, are you quick enough at thinking?"

"I'll ask you that," Yaoji countered.

"I don't usually think."

Sensing danger, he answered decisively.

"Tch, cunning man."

Yaoji pouted.

"Thank you for the compliment. Let's go."

Liu Zheng said.

"Are you really going to Lord Kunguna's place?"

Yaoji asked with a complicated expression.

"Then where should I go?"

He asked rhetorically.

"You can go back to the massage parlor, or you can go back to the boiler room, or you can go find Qingzi."

Yaoji said

"I can do these things, or I can choose not to do them."

"I've suffered so much and endured so much pain before I finally have the right to do whatever I want."

"So, now shut up and lead the way."

Liu Zheng reached out and covered her mouth, then whispered in her ear.

Chapter 401 Liu Zheng: Who wouldn't be confused after reading this?

The room was spacious and brightly lit, as bright as day.

A dozen or so handsome men and beautiful women sat together, making the atmosphere even more lively and enchanting.

However, these people, who were originally laughing and chatting, now had no smiles on their faces, only a deathly silence.

It has been said that the staff of the Service Department are like fragile vases.

Only today have they truly grasped the weight of those words.

The screams that came from outside from time to time sent chills down the spines of the staff in the service department.

The distorted moans interspersed among them sent chills down their spines.

While waiting, the staff of the Service Department usually chat and exchange gossip they've heard recently.

However, they had absolutely no desire to chat today.

Because chatting is meant to relieve stress, and their current stress is something they can no longer relieve.

"Shh!"

The paper door was suddenly pulled open.

A tall woman walked in, dressed in the same water jacket as everyone else, but in blood red.

But upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the color is not the color of the clothes themselves, but rather real blood.

There was so much blood that it dripped down like a cookie with too much jam on it.

And mixed in with that bright red blood were murky milky white stains.

"Deputy Minister."

When everyone saw her come in, they quickly stood up to greet her.

The service department's schedule is usually changed every day, and then temporarily arranged according to the situation. What kind of guests you receive depends entirely on luck.

However, those at the vice-ministerial level and above already have the power to change the schedule, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they control life and death.

Therefore, even under these circumstances, the staff of the Service Department must still maintain their respect for her, otherwise they might not survive today or tomorrow.

"The fifth batch has ended. Are there any volunteers among you?"

The deputy minister nodded and got straight to the point.

The response she received, naturally, was complete silence.

"Alright, let's do it the same way as before, draw lots."

She took a green toy out of the water.

A green shell, a gaping maw, and two rows of teeth inside, pointed at the top and flat at the bottom.

With its two large nostrils and small eyes, it looks more like a frog than a crocodile.

This is a biting toy. Press down on the bottom tooth, and there's a chance the top tooth will bite off.

The person who gets bitten must then serve Kunguna.

"Who comes first?"

The deputy minister asked.

These words silenced the already quiet room even more.

With their superhuman hearing, they can hear each other's heartbeats.

As long as the trap teeth in the biting toy are fewer than normal teeth, pressing it first actually has a probability advantage.

But when faced with a life-or-death decision, few people can remain calm and rational.

Of course, it could also be because their math skills are rather poor.

"If no one is there, then I'll call on someone."

The deputy minister had also guessed this outcome, and pointed directly to the first person on his left.

"you first."

Her tone was completely flat, like a ghost messenger calling out names for the King of Hell.

The waiter whose seat was called stood up with a livid face, secretly regretting why he had sat in the first position.

However, the way roll call is done is different each time, so there's no point in regretting it; it's just a subconscious feeling.

The waiter walked up to the deputy minister and put his hand into the mouth of the biting toy.

His fingers traced over each tooth, unable to make up his mind.

"Hurry up, don't waste time. I'll count to three, and if you don't press it, I'll press it for you."

The deputy minister urged.

"No need to trouble the Vice Minister."

Upon hearing this, the waiter gritted his teeth and pressed the button before she could count down.

"Crack!"

The little crocodile stared at him, but nothing happened.

"Hahahaha!"

The waiter let out a wild laugh, then turned and gracefully returned to his seat.

"next."

The deputy minister didn't take his rude behavior to heart and said indifferently.

The second waitress from the left stood up and walked up to her.

Perhaps the male waiter's good fortune gave the female waiter courage; she quickly chose her tooth and pressed it down.

Without any warning, the green plastic toy suddenly turned into a plump little crocodile.

Despite its large head and short limbs making it look ridiculous, the waitress showed no sign of laughter; instead, her face was filled with terror.

The baby crocodile opened its mouth wide, revealing a set of sharp teeth as sharp as blades.

"crunch~"

The crocodile snapped its jaws shut and effortlessly bit through the waitress's finger.

Then, its dark yellow eyes flashed with a fierce light, and with a thud of its short legs, it was about to perform a "death spin".

"enough."

The deputy minister reached out and grabbed the crocodile's upper jaw, easily biting through the maid's finger with his sharp teeth, but he couldn't even scratch her skin.

Then, she plugged the crocodile's nostrils with her fingers, and the little crocodile sneezed muffledly, turning back into a plastic toy.

"Go."

The deputy minister helped the waitress remove her finger and said expressionlessly.

The waitress's face was ashen, her eyes filled with despair and resentment.

But she ultimately said nothing, straightened her clothes and hair ornaments, took out a mirror to check her makeup, and then walked towards the door.

When she stepped out the door, her face had transformed into a bright smile.

"next."

The deputy minister continued to call out names.

One waiter after another got up, some returning with genuine smiles, others leaving with standard smiles.

Soon, only half of the crocodile's teeth remained.

"continue."

The deputy minister looked at the next person.

"Hmm? A newbie, and a human at that?"

She was stunned when she saw what the other person looked like.

She had previously been serving another less expensive VIP, and only came to take over midway through, so she was not yet aware of the composition of the team.

"stand up."

The deputy minister said.

The waitress who was called on hurriedly got up, keeping her head down and not daring to meet her eyes.

"Looked up."

The deputy minister added.

The waitress looked up, revealing a youthful face.

"what's your name?"

The deputy minister asked.

"My name is Xiao Wan."

The waitress replied in a low voice.

"I'm asking for your code name."

"Ah, my code name is Wanzi."