Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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Niu Daji, dressed in his family's heirloom armor, said with a cheerful smile.

"It's fine if you come. If a fight breaks out, consider it an opportunity to broaden your horizons. This is my newly recruited little brother, Niu Daji. Get to know him, lest he gets eaten if he happens to pass by."

Liu Zheng led Niu Daji to the plane tree and said.

"This is the distinguished French nobleman, the great collector, and the head of Rue de Rose, His Excellency De Lego."

He then introduced Niu Daji.

"Hello, Mr. Dai Lego."

Niu Daji quickly bowed and paid his respects.

People from the bathhouse district are naturally skilled at bowing and serving others.

"Hmph, do you think I'm like you humans, able to eat anything?"

The plane tree turned its face back, glanced at Niu Daji, and said.

"How could you have the nerve to say something like that while you're hanging around with that pile of messy bones?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"I want you to take care of it!"

The plane tree turned its face away again.

"A tree that's so arrogant, I wonder where it learned that from."

He shook his head.

After a while, Guo Kou Tangzi arrived with a four-person team of scallions, ginger, garlic, and peppers.

All five were dressed in black yukatas, with samurai swords at their waists and wooden clogs on their feet, resembling ronin from the Edo period.

Unlike the ronin, they wore half-body Nanban-do (Japanese plate armor) and carried double-barreled muskets.

"major."

Liu Zhengchao and the others gave them a thumbs up.

In reality, there seems to be a samurai from the Meiji Restoration era who, wearing armor and wielding a musket, single-handedly killed dozens of assassins.

"Although the brand name of the Extreme Flavor Group has been removed, its essence will not be lost."

Guo Kou Tangzi said proudly.

"I have faith in your professional competence."

He nodded.

After introducing himself to the various parties and explaining a few points to note, Liu Zheng asked Niu Daji to help load the coffin onto the truck, and then drove off.

"Dr. Nile, I've heard so much about you."

After the truck disappeared at the end of the street, Guo Kou Tangzi struck up a conversation with Dr. Nile.

As a yakuza, maintaining a good relationship with doctors is a given.

"Liu Zheng told me that your area of activity is very close to my clinic?"

"The Nile doctor asked."

"It's not far at all."

"That's what Guo Kou Tangzi said."

"Then why haven't you ever come to my clinic for treatment?"

"The Nile doctor asked curiously."

Although his treatment methods were somewhat difficult to understand at first glance, they were considered to be of good quality and inexpensive, and he was quite well-known in the area.

"Um, if I tell you the truth, doctor, can you guarantee you'll forgive and forget?"

Guo Kou Tangzi hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Chapter 427 No, that's a different price.

"That depends on what it is."

The Nile doctor's eyes sharpened.

"Since that's the case, let's not talk about it anymore, so as not to hurt our relationship. I only decided to tell you the truth because of Zheng Sang."

Guo Kou Tangzi said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

When Liu Zheng was not around, she became much more polite in her address.

Upon hearing Liu Zheng's name, Dr. Nile's expression froze for a moment.

"Go ahead and say it. I promise that I won't do anything unfriendly until Liu Zheng returns."

He said in a deep voice.

"Alright, then I'll tell you. Our Jiweiju restaurant once launched a signature dish, Mummy Medicinal Soup."

Guo Kou Tangzi said straightforwardly.

"Crack!"

The concrete ground beneath the Nile Doctor's feet shattered like glass, and golden flames erupted from his body.

The four members of the group, including scallions, ginger, garlic, and peppers, were also intimidated by his imposing aura and subconsciously drew their samurai swords and raised their muskets.

"Take it back."

He turned back to drink the soup from the pot.

"Big sister!"

Chili Head shouted.

“I said, take it back. Doctor Nile is Zheng Sang’s friend, and we must not turn our weapons against him until he strikes us with his first knife.”

Guo Kou Tangzi's tone left no room for doubt.

"Hi Yi!"

The four-man group of scallions, ginger, garlic, and peppers gritted their teeth, sheathed their knives, and put down their muskets.

"Don't think that just because you say that, I'll let this go easily."

The Nile doctor did not lower his scimitar.

"If Dr. Nile insists on revenge, once this matter is settled, you set a time and place, and our Extreme Flavor Group will definitely be there."

"But there is something I must clarify: the Extreme Flavor Group has never purchased any mummies; all the ingredients were brought in by the diners themselves."

Even without the Extreme Flavor Group, those mummies would still appear on other dining tables.

The pot-mouth soup wasn't explicitly stated, but the subtext was clear.

"Humph."

The Nile doctor remained noncommittal.

To him, both the butcher and the cook were executioners; it was impossible to say which was more hateful.

If he weren't lacking in strength, he would even want to add the diners to his revenge list.

However, at least the soup at the pot's mouth didn't accumulate hatred.

“If you stop treating my people as food, I will stop targeting you.”

After a long period of contemplation, Dr. Nile said.

"Of course, Masa-san's friends are the friends of the Gokumi Group. The Gokumi Group would never do something as unjust as cooking your friends."

Guo Kou Tangzi said firmly.

Although mummy cuisine is indeed very profitable, firstly, the raw materials are now almost extinct, and secondly, they have more and better options.

When Jiweiju launched the Mummy Medicinal Soup, it was less about making money and more about showcasing their capabilities.

"so be it."

The Nile doctor stepped aside, and the golden flames around him gradually died down.

The Extreme Flavor Group was secretly delighted upon seeing this, as they could now legitimately go to the "Imhotem" clinic for treatment.

The doctor who used to frequent their clinic died last month, and his son took over, but his medical skills were terrible.

Forget about saving lives, even treating minor illnesses can cause problems.

Last week, my head and face started to crack, so I went to that clinic for a checkup. The doctor there immediately told me to get a head transplant.

That's not all, the doctor wouldn't change it either. He said to cut off the head at his place first, and then go to the hospital to get a replacement.

Isn't this guy a complete quack?

If it weren't for the good relationship between the Extreme Flavor Group and the old doctor, Ginger Head would have smashed up the clinic on the spot.

But if they didn't go to that clinic, they had nowhere else to go.

After all, while these private clinics may not be as ruthless as hospitals, they are no less ambitious in their pursuit of profit.

If a hospital dares to admit you, it means they can definitely cure your illness; at most, they might over-treat you to make more money.

Private clinics are full of people who make wild guesses, and there are countless cases where patients spend more money than at hospitals, only to find that they haven't been cured at all.

With only a few people and a few bank cards in the Extreme Flavor Group, they really don't dare to go to unfamiliar clinics casually.

Now that's good, thanks to Dr. Nile's words, they now have a stable and reliable clinic to go to.

The clinics run by immortal beings may not necessarily have better medical skills, but the good thing is that the doctors on duty are generally not changed.

Your great-great-grandfather had his tooth pulled by him, and your great-great-grandson is very likely to have his tooth pulled by him as well, perhaps even in the same spot.

Niu Daji also breathed a sigh of relief. Both sides were the boss's friends, and it wouldn't be good for him to side with either side if a fight broke out.

"Are you guys still going to fight? If not, I'm going to start eating."

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

"you eat."

The group exchanged glances, and Dr. Nile, who was most familiar with it, nodded.

"Oh."

The tree roots dragged the corpse of the wood elf royal family and the ginseng doll into the black soil, and soon, a series of chilling chewing sounds rang out.

"Hello, is this the Deputy Minister?"

Liu Zheng sat in the passenger seat and made a phone call.

"You're not even at the bathhouse anymore, why are you still calling him the deputy minister?"

The vice minister said coquettishly.

"So, I'll call you 'Sweetheart'?"

he said tentatively.

"Ah."

The deputy minister spoke in a cold tone.

"Little baby? Little cutie? Little cake?"

Liu Zheng spoke fluently without hesitation.

"So you've just forgotten what their name is, haven't you?"

The deputy minister curled his lip.