Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Therefore, he would neither go against his conscience for a promotion and a raise, nor would he fight through thorns and brambles for professional honor.

Everything Liu Zheng did was simply out of his basic values ​​as a human being.

"Fine, if you don't want to give it to me, then don't."

He shrugged.

Anyway, the plane trees don't wander off like other trees, so we can just communicate face-to-face if there's anything.

"Hmph. Get away from me. If you dare to eavesdrop, I'll tear your ears off and stuff them up your nostrils."

The plane tree warned.

"Tch, as if I'd love to hear that."

Liu Zheng pursed his lips and returned to the tank.

It's easy to imagine that the French plane tree was afraid he would find out the true value of Shao Yanming's head so that it could lower the price.

However, Liu Zheng didn't care much. He wouldn't sell it if the price wasn't right. He would take it back and show it to Napoleon first.

If that doesn't work, he'll ask everyone in his network until he finds the highest price.

"Come here, you idiot human."

After a while, the plane tree called him back.

"How to say?"

Liu Zheng asked expectantly.

“There’s good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?”

The plane tree in France is deliberately mysterious.

"bad news."

He said it without hesitation.

"No! You should choose to hear the good news first."

The sharp sound of the plane tree.

"Alright, I'll choose to hear the good news first."

Liu Zheng remained silent.

Are trees supposed to be genderless? How come this guy is more troublesome than a female human?

"The good news is that this Shao Yanming is a deity of the Takamagahara pantheon. The deities of the Takamagahara pantheon are cautious and rarely interact with other pantheons, so their collections are rare and command high prices."

The plane tree said with satisfaction.

"What about the bad news?"

He continued to ask cooperatively.

"The bad news is that there's a big collector who's particularly fond of collecting Takamagahara-style artifacts and has declared that no one else is allowed to compete with her. And she's always very generous with her purchases, offering prices that are often more than half the market value."

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

Isn't this good news?

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

If the other party tries to suppress the price of Takamagahara-related collectibles, that would be bad news.

But since it's more than half the market price, why not just sell it without thinking?

"This may be good news for others, but it's not for you."

The plane tree said with a strange expression.

"Why? Wait, that big collector wouldn't be..."

He had a bad feeling.

"That's right, it's a peacock. Hahahaha!"

The plane trees seemed to be gloating.

"Could you please stop laughing so loudly? You're hurting my eyes."

He said it expressionlessly.

"It's so noisy it's hurting my eyes, hahaha, is this what human humor is all about? Hahahaha!"

The plane trees laughed even more wildly.

"Hehe. Could you please help me resell it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Don't even think about it. I'm not going to risk offending the peacock for you."

The plane tree refused without hesitation.

Although the peacock may not necessarily investigate the provenance of the collection, what if it does?

For something as inconvenient to move around, offending a peacock is simply asking for trouble.

"Forget about it. No one in the entire Metropolitan Art Collections world dares to accept your item."

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

If it's just about privately collecting items from the Takamagahara group, then some people would still dare to do it.

After all, although the peacock is wealthy and powerful, it is not powerful enough to control everything.

But buying the Takamagahara collection of the peacock's enemies—no one would actually do that.

Not only would I not dare, but it wouldn't be worth it either.

After all, it's just the head of a low-level god, not the core of a main god or anything like that.

"Is no one willing to buy it? I doubt it."

Liu Zheng smiled slightly.

He actually knew someone who would dare to take it, and might even offer a higher price than for the peacock.

"Then it depends on your own abilities; I can't help you anyway."

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

"It's alright, this information alone is worth the appraisal fee."

He said it generously.

"Even if you don't bring it up, I will still ask you for the appraisal fee."

The plane trees remained unmoved.

"how much is it?"

"piece."

"what?"

Liu Zheng was somewhat surprised; how could this stingy tree suddenly become so generous?

"Hmph. Hurry up and pay me, then disappear from my sight, useless human."

"I can't stand it," the plane tree said impatiently.

Since I met this guy, his collection has been dwindling.

I finally managed to receive a good package, but it turned out to be a hot potato. It's so annoying!

"Don't be so sad. Next time, I'll definitely find you something nice."

Liu Zheng offered a word of comfort, then turned and walked towards the sewer entrance.

Down in the sewer, the fisherman and the butcher were grilling fish.

He looked at the bones used as a grill and they seemed familiar. After a moment's thought, he finally remembered.

Isn't this the skeleton of the skinning monster he killed the first time he came to the sewers?

Liu Zheng even used this as a weapon.

Since the bones are here, the meat must be inside the fisherman and the butcher's stomach.

"yue~"

Thinking of that scene, he felt slightly nauseous.

However, putting aside its appearance, given the tightness of the skinned monster's muscles, the texture should still be quite chewy.

"Hey bro, here's some freshly grilled fish."

Sha Jiang happily chopped off a piece of fish with an axe and held it to his mouth.

"Um"

Liu Zheng's brows twitched as he looked at the axe blade so close to his head.

If he hadn't known that Kill Sauce wouldn't need to go to such lengths to kill him, he would have thought the other party was going to use a hidden weapon.

Oh, no, it's fish hidden on an axe.

“It has no taste.”

He took the fish head, chewed it twice, and said...

"Oh no, I forgot to add salt."

Sha Jiang scratched his head, then took out a large bag of salt and poured it all over the grilled fish, turning the golden-brown fish white.

"Now that's done, why don't you try it again?"

He said cheerfully.

"Uh, no need, I just remembered that I'm allergic to fish."

Liu Zheng declined.

"Tell me quickly, what do you want with us this time?"

The fisherman asked.

"Oh, I've just acquired a new treasure and would like to ask you two to help me activate it."

He took out the Three-Faced Mirror and explained its effects.

"I can't help you with this."

The fisherman refused without hesitation.

"Okay, what about you, Brother Sha?"

"No problem. It's just torture, what can it do to kill me? You can leave this to me, brother. As long as it doesn't kill me, I won't let go."

Kill Sauce patted his chest and assured her.

"Thank you so much, Brother Sha."

Liu Zheng said, moved.

"Hey, it's no big deal. You've taken so much risk for me, this little favor is nothing. I'll call you when I'm done, you can just come and pick it up."

"Kill Sauce said nonchalantly."

"Okay. Oh, right, there's this too. See if you guys need it; if not, I'll sell it to someone else."

He showed Shao Yanming's head.

"The head of an orthodox god? Where have you been causing trouble again?"

The fisherman asked.

"What do you mean, 'go there to cause trouble'? I'm just going to complete a mission. Don't make it sound like I enjoy creating trouble out of nothing."

Liu Zheng protested.

"Ha, you're a real troublemaker. Anyone who gets involved with you will always have endless favors and tasks to do."

The fisherman sneered.