Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

This posture was extremely awkward, but it just happened to avoid the attack route of the tentacles.

Then Red Ghost raised one leg, supporting her body with only one leg, and lashed at Liu Zheng's calf like a whip.

"They're dancing."

He couldn't help but complain.

Although Red Ghost's defense and offense are both unpredictable, he is a seasoned veteran who has seen it all.

Moreover, Liu Zheng's perception is now far superior to that of Red Ghost, so he was able to react in time.

He twisted his lower leg outward, aiming his knee at Red Ghost's whip kick.

"Snapped!"

With another sharp crack, Liu Zheng was kicked into the air and crashed to the ground.

He did not panic, but immediately bent his body and used his tentacles to protect his vital parts.

However, the expected pursuit did not occur.

He peeked through the gaps in the tentacles and saw that the Red Ghost was standing on one leg, its raised leg trembling slightly.

"Did he break his own bone?"

Liu Zheng guessed.

Since that was the case, he sprang up from the ground without hesitation, his tentacles lashing out at the Red Ghost like a storm.

If he guesses wrong, he'll just get a beating; if he guesses right, this farce will end.

Despite this unfavorable situation, Red Ghost remained calm and composed, swinging his arm to block.

Despite having only one hand and one leg left, he remained standing like an iceberg in the sea.

"I can not make it."

In the middle of the fight, Liu Zheng suddenly sat down on the ground and then lay sprawled out on the ground.

His eyes rolled back, and he was panting heavily through his nostrils, like a ram that had climbed a mountain and gotten tired.

"I can't beat you anymore. If you can still beat me, then just beat me to death."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

Red Ghost didn't speak, but just glanced at him before falling straight backward.

Large bruises covered his exposed body parts, and there were varying degrees of indentation on his sternum and other areas.

"I lost."

Red Ghost said calmly.

"I didn't win either."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacles.

"Then let's leave it at that."

Red Ghost stood up from inside the clothes.

It floated in the air, looking at the coat on the ground, which had turned into a pile of shredded cloth, with only the upper half remaining intact.

"It's been so long since I've been human, and I never knew that the feeling of pain could be so wonderful."

It spoke in a reminiscent tone.

"It's a pity that I can never feel it again."

"Are these your clothes from when you were alive?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"That's right, and it's the last one."

Red Ghost replied.

"If we repair it, it should still be usable, right?"

“It’s not just the fabric that’s torn; an ordinary tailor can’t mend it.”

Red Ghost shook its head.

"How about the Weaver Spiders? They made the uniforms for our restaurant drivers."

Liu Zheng thought of the Spider Weaver and the Box Spider.

"driver?"

"Hmm, he calls himself a colonel, likes armor and artillery, and seems to have fought with you guys before."

He said.

Logically, this should be a matter between the restaurant and the restaurant, but Red Ghost said that you can say whatever you want in the shelter, so it doesn't matter.

"Oh, so it's those German remnants."

Red Ghost sneered.

"What, does he want to drag you back to revive his leader?"

it asked.

"No, he just wants me to create more explosions and shootouts so he can have some fun."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"It's just a trick of playing hard to get. Once you get hooked, you'll become like them."

Red Ghost shook its head.

“I don’t think he will succeed. I’m actually a pacifist.”

He smiled and said.

"Maybe yes, maybe no. Have you seen a doctor?"

Red Ghost asked.

"Yes, I've seen it. Everyone gets sick sometimes; headaches and fevers are inevitable."

Liu Zheng is not the kind of person who avoids medical treatment. Whenever he feels unwell, he should see a doctor and take medicine as needed.

Well, except for certain surgeries.

"No, I meant a psychologist."

Red Ghost shook his head.

"That's not there."

"Go and take a look when you have time. Your personality seems to be in an unstable state of self-consistency, which is a big hidden danger if you want to sublimate to a higher level."

Red Ghost said.

Are you saying I have a split personality?

Liu Zheng seemed to be deep in thought.

"It's not that serious. I'm not a psychologist, so I can't really say for sure. It's just my intuition as a composite of personalities."

Red Ghost replied.

"Okay, I'll go check it out when I have the chance."

He nodded.

Of course, it's not about going to a mental hospital in the Metropolitan Government, but rather to a real-world mental health center.

He can use his medical insurance at a mental health center, but at a mental hospital, only the hospital security guards can use it.

"If that's the case, then maybe they can mend my clothes."

Red Ghost brought up the previous topic.

"Okay, then I'll take the clothes with me in a bit."

Liu Zheng nodded and said.

"Bring the camera with you; it's proof that you've completed the mission."

Red Ghost pointed to the corner, where a silver-gray camera was placed.

"okay."

He first put the pieces of clothing into the Legend delivery box, then went over and put away the camera.

Unsurprisingly, no item descriptions popped up.

“You have exceeded the requirements of the commission, and I should give you extra compensation. But the things I have here are really not suitable for you to use.”

Red Ghost said.

Part of it is not suitable for Liu Zheng to use, and part of it is not suitable to use it under the nose of the city hall.

"It's okay, this is already a great deal."

Liu Zheng raised the camera on his phone.

He didn't know how much it would cost to beat up Red Ghost, and no one could afford that price.

Perhaps only the Speaker of the Council would dare to set a price, but apart from Himself, probably no one else would dare to take on this job.

"One thing at a time, a competent marshal would never let his soldiers fight on an empty stomach."

Red Phantom has its own principles.

"Alright then, just give me a little something."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

Have you run into any trouble lately?

Red Ghost asked.

"That's too much."

In Red Ghost's words, he's a walking mess.

"But if we're talking about recent events, it's that the cemetery caretaker asked me to help him rob graves."

He thought for a moment and said.

"how does he look like?"

Red Ghost asked.

"He was an old cowboy, riding a skinny horse, and liked to use a revolver."

Liu Zheng described it.

"Oh, it's him."

"You know him?"

"His name is Shi Lei. Apart from his somewhat eccentric behavior, he's a good person."

Red Ghost said.

"It's quite bizarre."

He twitched the corner of his mouth as he imagined the gravedigger taking a milk bath in the coffin.

"However, he should be dead by now. It seems the previous tomb keeper didn't last five hundred years."

Red Ghost sighed softly.

"What do you mean?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"You should already know that every landmark in the Metropolitan has its purpose and symbolic meaning."

"know."

He nodded.

"The vast majority of landmark managers are volunteers because it is a shortcut to elevation, or even an inevitable path."