Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Do you know our Manager Yang?"

"Are you blind? Didn't you see that it was Manager Yang who led me the way?"

He said it bluntly.

"Sorry, I just changed shifts."

The waiter was intimidated by his imposing manner.

"Alright, Ignorance is no excuse. Hurry up and contact your supervisor, Manager Yang."

Liu Zheng waved the tentacle, which was now only a short section, and said.

"Please wait a moment."

"Wait. If you're worried, you can tie me up again."

He pointed to the elastic rope on the ground and said generously.

"That's no need."

The waiter forced a smile and then took out a walkie-talkie.

"Manager, there's a problem with room 777. Could you please come and handle it?"

The waiter spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"What's happening?"

The sheep supervisor's distorted voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"A customer brought some people who blew up room 777, and all the customers inside died."

"That's what the waiter said."

"Do I really need to handle this kind of thing? Just detain the person, pay the compensation if necessary, and call the police if necessary, and that's it."

"I'm so annoyed," said Manager Yang.

Good things get interrupted time and time again. Do they really think it's a sheep?

That person said he knows you.

"That's what the waiter said."

"Who?"

"I asked the sheep manager."

"The deliveryman from the Bloody Restaurant said he was brought in by the guest in room 666."

The waiter replied.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Manager Yang remained silent for a moment before hanging up the walkie-talkie.

Before long, Manager Yang, with a gloomy expression, walked over from one end of the corridor.

It first glanced at the damaged wall, then went into the private room for another look.

"Delivery driver, I kindly let you in, and this is how you treat me?"

"It's Yang, the supervisor," the manager said in a deep voice.

"Manager Yang, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Liu Zheng looked at it with a puzzled expression, as if it had uttered some crazy nonsense.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Manager Yang's face darkened further.

"It was the guests in room 666 who let me in. It has nothing to do with you, Manager Yang. Don't talk nonsense, making it sound like we're some kind of acquaintance."

He said it in a flippant tone.

"Ah, I think so. I'm sorry, I remembered it wrong."

Manager Yang's expression softened considerably.

"Come on, take me to room 666."

Seeing that it understood his meaning, Liu Zheng smiled.

"Hmph, do you need to tell me?"

"I'm going to say this in a deliberately fierce tone," said Manager Yang.

"Hurry up and get out of here. I'm warning you, don't try anything funny, or I'll just split you in two."

It bent down, put all four hooves on the ground, and then used its horns to brace against Liu Zheng's waist.

"You're being incredibly rude to the guests! I'm going to file a complaint against you."

Liu Zheng expressed his protest.

"You're not a guest now. Stop talking nonsense and get out of here."

The two left room 777 in a call-and-response manner and soon arrived at the door of room 666.

The deputy director was still standing by the door, but he no longer had the elastic rope in his hand.

"Mr. Li, the men you brought blew up room 666 and killed all the guests inside. What do you suggest we do about it?"

"It's Yang, the supervisor, who said it in a stiff voice."

Although Liu Zheng was very sensible and generous, it was still his dereliction of duty that this happened.

"Mr. Liu, you really do cause explosions wherever you go."

The deputy director also looked quite helpless.

"This time it really wasn't intentional, there was something wrong with that prop."

Liu Zheng protested his innocence.

Why blow someone up when you can just kill them with a knife? He's not in a hurry. If you kill him, you can loot the spoils.

Besides, he himself was badly injured in the explosion.

"hehe."

Supervisor Yang and the deputy director both let out a cold laugh.

"Tch, believe it or not."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

How much compensation is owed?

The deputy director took a deep breath and asked.

"This isn't just about money. If the customers killed themselves, it wouldn't be a big deal. But now it's customers killing each other, and if word gets out, it will seriously damage our nightclub's reputation."

"That's what Manager Yang said."

"What fratricide? I was acting in self-defense."

Liu Zheng said in a very serious tone.

"what?"

"It's true, you can ask the waiters if you don't believe me. I went into room 777 and didn't do anything, and those bugs started attacking me."

A look of fear crossed his face.

"I was terrified at the time, so I quickly took out the insecticide to defend myself. The insecticide only weakened and frightened them; it was their own insistence on spewing fireballs that caused the explosion."

"In truth, I am the real victim."

As Liu Zheng spoke, he felt increasingly aggrieved, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Then why do you carry insecticide with you at all times?"

"I can't help but feel disgusted," Manager Yang asked.

"Insecticides are specifically designed to target the management of office buildings. As a deliveryman, it's reasonable for me to carry tools that are helpful for my work, right?"

"Then why did the guests in that private room attack you?"

"Manager Yang asked again."

"Because I blew up their office building before, their group will give a generous reward if they kill me."

Liu Zheng replied frankly.

"Ok?"

Manager Yang glanced at the deputy director.

It knew that the deputy director and the guests in that private room were from the same company.

The deputy director responded with silence.

"Then why did you go into that private room?"

Manager Yang withdrew his gaze and asked.

"I fell in."

"Was it intentional or accidental?"

"It was intentional, an accident."

Liu Zheng said with an innocent look on his face.

"Mr. Liu, I'm afraid your argument won't be accepted."

"Manager Yang took a deep breath and said."

"That's roughly the situation. You can check it with the deputy director, and that should be about it. Anyway, it's just a matter of compensation. If the deputy director has any difficulties, I can also cover part of it."

He looked at the deputy director.

"No need, I can afford it."

The deputy director said expressionlessly.

“It’s not just about money. So many people have died. We have to give an explanation to the police department, the families, and the companies.”

"That's what Manager Yang said."

"An explanation? Does the deliveryman from the bloody restaurant need to explain himself for murder?"

Liu Zheng asked, looking puzzled.

"The delivery drivers' job is to deliver food on time. If they delay my delivery, it's reasonable for me to rip them off, right?"

he said with a smile.

"It makes some sense, but it's not quite right."

Manager Yang was not completely convinced.

"As long as it's reasonable in one aspect, you and the deputy director can discuss the specifics further."

"Come, look at this."

Liu Zheng took out the express delivery slip.

"This is."

Manager Yang frowned slightly.

"You recognized it, didn't you? I still have this kind of prop. So, you can't stop me from running away. Rather than getting no compensation and gaining a troublesome enemy, I'd rather get your gratitude. Don't you agree, Director Yang?"

"If the deputy director doesn't sign for the takeout, you can't leave either, right?"

Manager Yang was not intimidated.

"Well, I've naturally made preparations for that as well."

He then took out the three-time outstanding employee commemorative medal.

"With this, I can be exempted from the penalty for failed delivery. Any other questions?"

Liu asked leisurely.