Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"I'm sorry, the fifth floor is our nightclub's VIP area. Only members can enter, and reservations are required."

Manager Yang made polite remarks.

"Wait a minute, shouldn't members be able to bring people in too?"

He said.

"How did you know?"

Manager Yang blurted it out, then quickly shut his mouth.

"Guess."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

Wang Manni may have members, but her colleagues who are in lower positions than her certainly don't.

Rather than believing that the leaders specially issued cards to them just so they could have their fun, he was more inclined to believe that members could bring people in.

"this one"

Manager Yang's eyes darted around as he frantically tried to come up with an explanation.

"Bang!"

"Manager Yang, I dropped something, could you help me pick it up?"

Liu Zheng, with a large wad of banknotes rolled up in one tentacle, patted it on another tentacle as he spoke leisurely.

"Serving our guests is our duty."

With a beaming smile, Manager Yang picked up the butcher's knife, handed it to him respectfully, and casually slipped the banknotes into his own pocket.

"Great, I like you the way you are now, no need to restore you."

Liu Zheng said with satisfaction.

"Once that guest comes out to verify his identity, we can take you inside."

"That's what Manager Yang said."

"He can't leave the delivery address, can he call?"

he asked.

"That won't work; the person and the card must match."

"I'm embarrassed," said Manager Yang.

"Isn't this okay?"

Liu Zheng then took out another wad of banknotes.

“This is really not okay.”

Manager Yang's eyes were fixed on the banknotes, but he didn't budge.

"What about this?"

All four of his tentacles were wrapped in banknotes.

"Please don't make things difficult for me. How about I return the money to you?"

Manager Yang said with a wry smile.

They'd rather get a refund, so it seems there's no way to break through this barrier.

"that."

Just as Liu Zheng and Supervisor Yang were deep in thought, and Leopard was pretending to think, the chimpanzee cautiously raised his large hand.

"Ok?"

Manager Yang and Liu Zheng looked over at the same time, which startled it so much that it shrank its neck.

"Don't talk nonsense if you haven't thought it through."

"I'm in charge," the sheep manager said, his tone laced with threat.

"Let people speak, and the sky won't fall down."

Liu Zheng said calmly, his hand somehow holding a boning knife, the tip of which was aimed directly at the lamb ribs.

"Guest, weapons are prohibited inside the nightclub."

Manager Yang's voice turned cold.

"Many people have said that."

His tentacles writhed in the air like snakes, while the flash of the blades moved across various parts of the sheep manager's body.

"But they all shut up in the end."

Liu Zheng stopped twisting the tentacles and aimed the knife tip at the sheep's brain.

"Shouldn't your nightclub also fall under the jurisdiction of the Market Supervision Bureau?"

he asked.

"Yes."

"I'm going to say this with a forced smile," Manager Yang said.

“My brother-in-law works in the Market Supervision Department and is about to be promoted to deputy section chief. Is he qualified to manage you?”

Liu Zheng asked in a tone of seeking advice.

“Our boss also has a few friends in the Market Supervision Bureau.”

The sheep manager was trying to use a big name to intimidate others.

“But whether my brother-in-law can be promoted to deputy section chief depends on whether I can survive. And whether I can survive depends on whether I can deliver food.”

"The retaliation from a market supervision team leader with no future prospects must be quite unpleasant, right?"

"If that's not enough, I have a few good brothers in the Border Management Bureau, the Public Security Bureau, and the Sanitation Bureau. I believe they won't just stand by and watch me die."

He took out the certificate of being an outstanding employee's family member of the city hall and pinned it to his chest.

"Why would someone with your family background deliver takeout? Isn't that just plain crazy?"

Manager Yang was internally ranting and raving.

But the fact that he could become the manager of a nightclub shows that he has a keen eye; you can tell from his demeanor that Liu Zheng wasn't lying.

"Xiao Hei, think it over before you speak."

The sheep supervisor glared at the chimpanzee.

"Speak boldly. If you do, I'll arrange a better job for you. How about working as a temporary employee at the Border Management Bureau?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"really?"

The chimpanzee excitedly flared its nostrils again, puffing out white vapor.

"Do I need to lie to you?"

"Then I'll say it. Manager, why don't you take a picture of this VIP and then take it in for the guest to identify him?"

"That's what the chimpanzee said."

"Yes, yes, I think so too."

"It's like a dream," Leopard said.

"What are you thinking! Go squat over there."

The sheep manager was so angry that he kicked it.

The leopard crouched down, looking aggrieved, and wrapped itself up with its big tail.

"Could you please take a picture, Manager Yang? Please don't say that a photo can't prove it, or I'll really get angry."

Liu Zheng said with a half-smile.

"No, that's not necessary. I'll film it right now."

Manager Yang said, wiping away cold sweat.

"Thank you."

He handed his phone to Manager Yang.

Although it's a basic phone for seniors, it still has a camera function.

Of course, don't expect any good image quality.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go check it now."

Manager Yang took a picture of his face, then went through the gate with his phone.

Soon, it came out again.

"If everything is correct, then I'll take you inside."

Manager Yang handed the phone back to Liu Zheng.

"You are a busy person, so I think it will be fine to have Xiao Hei lead the way for me."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"No rush, no rush. It's my honor to guide a distinguished guest like you. Please give me this opportunity."

"That's what Manager Yang said humbly."

How could it possibly allow such a dangerous individual to wander aimlessly on the fifth floor? Of course, it would only feel safe if it kept a close watch on him personally.

"That's okay too."

He shrugged and followed Manager Yang through the gate.

The layout of the fifth floor is similar to that of a real KTV, with crisscrossing corridors lined with private rooms, each with a brass nameplate on its door.

Every so often, a waiter in a suit and vest would stand with his back to the wall, eyes downcast, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

But the occasional glances from the eyes told Liu Zheng that they hadn't really turned into wooden figures.

"Our waiters are all professionally trained, and they will give guests the utmost respect for their privacy unless the guests request it or it is an emergency."

Manager Yang offered his introduction.

After all, the other party seems quite wealthy; perhaps they could become a client.

"So what should the customer do to the waiter?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“If it’s just regular contact, that’s fine, and the staff here have received the appropriate training. Of course, we don’t recommend doing that, because they are not professionals and cannot provide customers with the best experience.”

"That's how Manager Yang put it," she said tactfully.

"As for harming or even killing the waiters, that is definitely prohibited. We are a legitimate business establishment, not one of those brothels in the black market or those low-class brothels in the old town."

It said proudly.

"That's quite humane."

He made a casual comment, but his gaze swept across the right side of the corridor.

The door, which was covered with soundproofing cotton, had a gold-plated copper number plaque welded on it.

777.

"found it."

This is the number of the private room that Wang Manni told him.

However, Liu Zheng did not rush in directly, but instead withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

After navigating several more corners, Manager Yang finally led him to his destination.

666 private rooms.

"Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

Liu Zheng pushed open the door to the private room without waiting for Manager Yang to knock.