Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"I don't know what this means. I can only say that the people need leaders, but it is difficult for them to truly understand leaders. And their initiative and creativity are boundless."

"So, in the end, this indescribable thing was created."

Red Ghost rarely showed a helpless expression.

"Yes, that's quite creative."

Liu Zheng expressed his approval.

When he was writing novels, readers called him a Frankenstein's monster, but if we're talking about stitches, it has to be the masses.

He took the portrait painting, but no item description popped up.

"So how do you use this?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Just carry it with you, it will trigger automatically."

Red Ghost said.

"Won't this attract the attention of the city hall?"

He was a little worried.

They've even put up a portrait of Red Ghost; it's like they're having a rave in the minefield of the city hall.

"It's alright. Apart from this face, this painting has nothing to do with me. The power within it is not mine, but even belongs to my enemy."

"Well, it's not entirely true that there's no connection. Anyway, you can use it without worry."

Red Ghost didn't know how to describe it either, so he could only give a perfunctory answer.

"Alright, you're the boss, you call the shots."

Liu Zheng packed up all his belongings, played cards with the children for a while, and then left the shelter.

He walked in the direction he had come from and soon saw the fisherman standing by the river.

And, the white tumor on his eyeball.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Sewers."

Liu Zheng hesitated for a moment, then bowed in greeting.

"You seem to have made a lot of progress."

The sewer glanced at him and said.

"It's all thanks to you."

He said modestly.

"No need to say that, you yourself did some small work as well."

The sewer said it quite naturally.

"You're right."

What can you do if a big shot is shameless? You can only cover for them.

"Is the mission accomplished?"

The sewer asked.

"finished."

Liu Zheng quickly stepped forward and presented the camera.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad."

He nodded as he looked at the sewer.

"As long as you're satisfied."

"I'm increasingly glad I spared your life back then."

The sewer looked at him with admiration, as if he were looking at one of its own works of art.

"Who would have thought that someone who was being chased by a swarm of rats just a few days ago would now beat up the Red Ghost, and it did so willingly."

"It's just a friendly exchange; there's no clear winner."

Liu Zheng quickly clarified.

"You should be careful."

The sewer worker made a sarcastic remark but didn't continue.

Although the person who dealt with Red Ghost last time was a different mind, the feeling of that punch was shared.

"What do you think about the matter of the brain?"

"The cemetery has its eye on you too, hasn't it?"

The sewer asked.

"The tomb keeper did entrust me with something."

He said politely.

"Didn't you ask him about my clone?"

"Well, the gravedigger was already getting impatient, so I didn't dare to bring it up."

Liu Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he spoke cautiously.

Of course, the real reason was that he forgot.

After all, Liu Zheng had too many things to remember, and even with enhanced memories, it was impossible for him to remember them all.

And getting a brain transplant isn't something urgent, so it's normal to forget about it.

"is it?"

The sewer gave him a half-smile.

"If you're too scared, then so be it. A timid dog will live longer, and I won't have to look for another dog. After all, it's hard to find a dog as good as you."

He reached out and patted Liu Zheng's face, but the latter remained calm and composed.

"But it's better not to ask, he might not be able to find my clone anyway."

As the sewer was speaking, it stretched out a hand, and a thick, murky tear dripped from the white tumor on the ceiling, falling into its hand and turning into a tadpole-shaped bead.

"Give this to him, he'll definitely be able to find it now."

The sewers said.

Aren't you afraid he'll use this method to harm you?

Liu Zheng took the teardrop and asked.

"I'm already prepared to give you my head, what are you afraid of a single tear?"

The sewers looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Well, it seems so."

Liu Zheng scratched his head.

"There is generally no need for conflict among us. And even if conflict does occur, it is not due to these petty tricks."

"Besides, how do you know I didn't manipulate my tears?"

The sewer sneered.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. I'm just an emotionless mission-running machine."

He shook his head vigorously.

"Very good, keep it up. I promise I won't treat you badly once I get out."

The sewer system was dangling empty promises at him.

"It is my pleasure to serve you."

Liu Zheng bowed again.

"Your bow is quite professional."

"This was learned specifically outside the city."

He said.

"Not bad, you're a good dog indeed. Since you've behaved so well, I can't be stingy; I have to give you some meat to eat."

"Otherwise, if other pet owners find out, they'll think I can't afford it."

"Tell me, what do you want?"

The sewer was stroking his head, just like it was really stroking a dog's head.

However, Liu Zheng remained calm. As long as it wasn't a substantial insult, this humiliation was nothing to him.

"The fisherman gave me a black koi last time, which is said to bring extreme luck after extreme bad luck. I want to get a similar fish again."

He thought for a moment and said.

Many of his upcoming actions will require high luck, and the Black Koi is the most effective one he knows of so far.

Of course, the negative effects are also the strongest.

"Black koi?"

He stuck his hand into the sewer, then immediately pulled it back.

"No, this type of fish is hermaphroditic and only gives birth to one offspring at a time. The last one should have been given to you. This female fish is being kept to reproduce, so I can't give it to you."

He shook his head.

The ecosystem of the sewer is also part of the sewer system; ruining it won't benefit him either.

"OK then."

Liu Zheng was somewhat disappointed.

"But since I promised you, I won't let you leave empty-handed. It would be too embarrassing if word got out."

The sewers continued.

He was planning to escape the sewers and become a free man.

If you ruin your reputation now, how will you face people when you get on the ground?

"That?"

"Wait."

After saying that, he jumped into the sewer.

Moments later, the river began to churn, wave after wave.

Then the waves rose higher and higher, almost hitting the ceiling.

Liu Zheng remained motionless, letting the river water pour over him.

Anyway, there's nowhere to hide, so I might as well go back to the Yakuza bathhouse later and take a bath.

"Such huge waves, and it didn't even rain. How stingy."

He mentally imagined a cricket drain.

Back when Liu Zheng went to Ningbo on a business trip, a typhoon hit, and he even caught a big fish.

Although he doesn't like eating fish and can't distinguish between sea fish and river fish, he doesn't know whether the fish was scraped up from the sea or from the market.

As for the fish, he took it home, raised it for two days, and then gave it to the client's boss.

It is said that the client got lost in the neighborhood for two hours on his way home, and naturally the cooperation was successful.

"found it."

The sound of sewers came from the bottom of the river. Then he burst into the air, carrying a thin bone that looked like a snake bone.

The sewer blade transformed into a fish-killing knife, slicing off a piece of bone with a single stroke, then rubbing and kneading it into a relic.

Then he threw away the bones and tossed the relics to Liu Zheng.