Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The cattle and horses threatened.

"Hey, here you go."

Liu Zheng took out a stack of money and handed it to him.

The French plane tree also said he was a robber, but cattle and horses are the real robbers.

"Not enough, add more."

The cattle and horses were not satisfied.

Liu Zheng had no choice but to take out another stack of money.

"Not enough, add more."

"Not enough, add more."

After paying three times, the ox and horse finally withdrew their hooves in satisfaction.

"Why didn't you just take it out earlier? You're wasting time. Let's go."

A cow, a horse, and a man, bathed in moonlight, walked toward the black market.

Chapter 451 The Butcher of Paradise's Request

The two returned to the dark alley, where the black fog continued to swirl.

"It's been a long time since I've been to the black market. I wonder how Boss Oink is doing?"

Liu Zheng sighed.

"If you talk in that pretentious tone again, I'll beat you up."

The ox and horse said with disgust.

"I'm not faking it; it's just what I felt."

He argued.

"That would be even more infuriating."

The oxen and horses raised their hooves.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."

Alas, the world is going to the dogs and people are no longer as kind as they used to be. In such a big metropolis, there isn't even a place to speak the truth.

The two passed through the black fog again and entered the black market.

Niu Ma was about to head towards the Yorozuya when Liu Zheng stopped him.

"What? You're not going again?"

it asked.

"We definitely have to go, but shouldn't we pay our respects to Boss Oink first?"

Liu Zheng said.

"Hmm, it's so late, isn't it a bit inappropriate to disturb its rest? We don't need its help anyway."

The ox and horse seemed somewhat hesitant.

“Last time I came to see it so late, it wasn’t asleep either, was it? Besides, we should visit even more often when there’s nothing to do. It’s not good to only pray to Buddha when things are going well.”

He patiently explained the reasoning behind it.

"That's what I said"

The cattle and horses still seemed unwilling.

"Boss, you're not afraid to see Boss Oink, are you?"

Liu Zheng noticed something was wrong with it.

"You talk as if you actually dare."

The ox and horse rolled their eyes.

"What's there to be afraid of? At most, they'll just cut off a few more pieces of my flesh."

"Do you think everyone can gain 'weight' like you?"

The ox and horse said irritably.

"On the other hand, being able to grow 'flesh' on your own must be a pretty amazing talent, right?"

he asked.

"What do you think? It ranks among the top in all known racial talents in the Metropolis."

"The ox and horse said."

"Just how many racial talents does the Metropolis have?"

"You little brat, are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? If you want to know, go to the library and look it up yourself."

The ox and horse glared at each other.

"That won't be necessary. Since this talent is so strong, why hasn't anyone else voluntarily transformed themselves into a black goat cub?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Do you think it's so easy for races to change? Especially this kind of clan, five out of ten will become monsters that don't resemble anything else, the original personalities of the remaining four will be erased, and only one can successfully transform."

"And the one who succeeds also needs to constantly stabilize his state through rituals and sacrifices until the impurities in his 'essence' are completely removed."

"Who knows how you managed to transform yourself by eating a few eyeballs, and how you can maintain such a stable state afterward."

"The cows and horses complained."

"This might be what they call exceptional talent."

He shrugged.

Isn't having a system also a kind of talent?

"Besides, even if someone really did transform into a black goat cub, they would definitely be hiding. If it weren't for the fact that you're a deliveryman for the Bloody Restaurant, someone like you running around so openly on the street would end up on someone else's table in no time."

"The ox and horse said."

"Okay. Shall we go?"

Liu Zheng pointed to the slaughterhouse.

"Since you've put it that way, how can I not go? What if the boss has already heard about it?"

The ox and horse glared at him, then resignedly turned the ox around.

"hey-hey."

Liu Zheng followed it to the entrance of the slaughterhouse, then pushed the door open and went inside.

"Aren't you coming too often?"

Oink, who was grilling meat with an iron skewer, looked up at them and said.

A whole piece of meat was pierced through the iron rod; it looked like the leg of some kind of reptile.

"I think so too. Who told this kid to cause so much trouble?"

The ox and horse shrugged.

"Born in hardship, die in comfort. Although we have achieved some success in our respective fields, there is still a long way to go to reach our goals."

Liu Zheng said in a very serious tone.

"How come I don't know what my goals are?"

The ox and horse said inexplicably.

"I don't know either. Tell me, or I'll make you wear it later."

Oink raised the iron skewer and tore off half a leg of meat in one bite, dark brown juice dripping from the corner of its mouth.

"The boss wants to move to a bigger house, register the calf's household registration immediately, send it to a top school, and have it become a full-time employee of the city hall in the future, right?"

Liu Zheng said confidently.

"How did you know?"

The cattle and horses stared at him in horror.

"Did you plant a surveillance camera in my head?"

"Hey, this is what normal parents in normal cities think."

He waved his hand and said.

"Hmph, you've learned everything, kid."

The ox and horse said unhappily.

"what about me?"

Oink said.

"If it's Boss Oink, then it must be the person who wanted to kill you and hang you, right?"

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

How do you know I didn't kill him?

Oink countered with a question.

"Given your strength, the ligature marks on your neck must have some symbolic meaning, so I made a guess."

"What if you guess wrong?"

Oink said.

"If I guess wrong, I'll give you an extra meal, just don't kill me."

He said nonchalantly.

"You guessed right, by a small margin."

Oink put the skewer back into the fire and continued to roast the parts that weren't fully cooked.

"I heard you really enjoy taking on other people's commissions, so would you like to take mine?"

it said.

"Then you might as well roast me."

Liu Zheng said with a wry smile.

How could he possibly be qualified to take on this job when even Oink couldn't defeat his enemy?

"You can listen to it first."

Oink did not give up.

"Can I?"

Liu Zheng looked at the cattle and horses.

"Don't look at me, you insisted on coming here yourself. You brought this on yourself, so you have to deal with it."

The oxen and horses showed no intention of rescuing him.

"Okay, I can."

He said with a wry smile.

“Back then, I killed all the managers of the ‘Paradise’ farm and burned all the pig-headed men to death, thinking that everything was over.”

"But as I was being hung on the gallows, I saw a bishop, also dressed in a red robe, riding in a truck full of pig-headed men toward the 'Paradise' farm."

"I realized that it was not over at all, but just the beginning of another cycle."

"However, after arriving at the black market, I finally found the source of everything."

“John Miller. He’s a city councilor, a livestock tycoon, and also the pope of a small denomination.”

"He monopolized the business of raising pig-headed people, and he was the only one who knew the core technology of raising pig-headed people."