Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Isn't Mr. Liu's preparation a bit too thorough?"

Manager Yang's lips twitched.

"Since this is our first meeting, Manager Yang may not know me very well. The deputy director can explain things to you properly later."

"Those who want me dead stretch from the city walls to the outskirts, from the metropolis to the maritime empire; the line would stretch for a whole street. It's that far. If we weren't prepared properly, my ashes would have already been scattered."

He said with a hint of smugness.

Manager Yang looked at the deputy director, who nodded silently.

"Alright. I hope Mr. Liu will keep today's matter to himself. If word gets out, we can always order takeout and invite you over for another talk."

After pondering for a moment, Manager Yang said.

It had already guessed that the deputy director had ordered the takeout himself.

"Don't worry, I'm known for being tight-lipped, and I would never betray a friend. Come on, let's exchange phone numbers."

"If Manager Yang has any difficulties, you can come to me. Although I'm not as accommodating as the Yorozuya, there are still many things I can do."

Liu Zheng spoke up.

"But if I just let Mr. Liu go like this, it will be hard for me to explain to my boss."

After exchanging numbers, Manager Yang said somewhat awkwardly.

"I see."

He said understandingly, then plunged the knife into his waist, twisted the handle, and cut off a cylindrical piece of meat.

"Is it enough?"

He said it with a stiff smile.

Even for a black goat calf hybrid, this is a level of pain that exceeds the normal range.

"enough."

"I'm in charge," Manager Yang said through gritted teeth.

"Then I'll be going?"

Liu Zheng took out the lunchbox and handed it to the deputy director, then tentatively asked.

"You can't go through the main entrance."

Manager Yang shook his head.

"Where to go then?"

"There."

Supervisor Yang pointed to a window on one side.

"It's just ordinary glass, but it's been treated with white magic defenses, making it comparable to 800mm thick armor."

It served as a reminder.

This is also the final test for Liu Zheng.

"Oh, little problem."

Under everyone's gaze, Liu Zheng slowly walked to the window and then cleaved the broken window in two with a single stroke.

"Your defenses are a bit lax; you need to strengthen them."

"They're gone."

He offered a kind suggestion, then jumped out of the window.

Manager Yang walked to the window, picked up a piece of broken glass, looked at it, and then slammed his head against the intact window next to him.

The ram's horn rubbed against the glass, making a teeth-grinding sound.

It stopped and looked at the glass, which had only a barely noticeable scratch.

"No wonder he's a deliveryman for the Bloody Restaurant."

It said admiringly.

Of course, there are weaklings among the delivery drivers at the Bloody Restaurant, but those people will soon be eliminated.

Those who survived were all elites whose strength and intellect far surpassed those of ordinary residents.

"Deputy Director Li, let's discuss the compensation."

Manager Yang turned around and walked towards the deputy director, the fighting spirit in his eyes fading, replaced by a mercenary smile.

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"Damn, I knew I shouldn't have tried to show off like that."

The wound on his waist gushed out a large amount of blood due to the vibration, and the intense pain made Liu Zheng grimace.

But sometimes, if you don't show off, it's hard for others to believe you're really awesome.

"Sigh, I'm still not strong enough."

He shook his head.

If he were strong enough or had a trump card up his sleeve, he would have walked out openly and honestly; why waste so much time talking?

"Hey, where are you?"

Liu Zheng took out his phone and dialed Wang Manni's number.

"I'm home now. Delivery driver, are you alright?"

Wang Manni asked with concern.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious. Just eat more."

He said it lightly.

"That's good. Where are you? I'll come find you right away."

Wang Manni said.

"Oh, no need for that. Now that you're home, get some rest. You have to go to work tomorrow."

Liu Zheng refused.

"Ok."

Wang Manni sounded somewhat disappointed.

"What about the employees?"

“I’ve already called to confirm, everyone except the one I killed has arrived home.”

Wang Manni replied.

Why did you kill her?

"She spoke ill of you."

"Oh, that's a good cut. Okay, I'm hanging up."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone and walked towards the sports car.

Chapter 462 Does a blood oath have to be taken from that place?

"You are really haunted."

Liu Zheng tugged at the car door and sighed.

"You should be thanking me."

The Yaksha emerged from the darkness.

"What can I do to thank you for watching my car?"

He teased.

"I have to admire your courage, human. Without any strength boost or protection, you still dare to provoke me."

"Yaksha said."

"It's just normal conversation. If you think this is provocation, it just means you don't know how to have a conversation."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

If he really wanted to provoke him, Yaksha wouldn't even have time to open his mouth before he was turned red-hot.

"Insolent human, if you were in Naga Lund, you would have been disemboweled and your entrails offered as a sacrifice to the great Bloodhand Kane."

"Yaksha said coldly."

"Unfortunately, this isn't Naga Lund, it's Metropolis. What kind of gods are your Bloodhand Kane? Are they even registered at the City Hall?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Of course we've registered it! Do you think the great Lord of War is some kind of random wild god?"

"Yaksha said excitedly."

"As a god, you still have to register with the ruling institutions of mortals, and you still have the nerve to say that."

He said dismissively.

"What do you know, you lowly human? You have no idea what the Metropolis is like."

The Yaksha shrieked.

"Then tell me."

Liu Zheng listened attentively.

"Hmph, dream on. Don't even think about getting information from me for free."

Yaksha did not fall for his trick.

"Then can I pay?"

He took out a wad of banknotes.

"We don't lack money, we lack offerings."

Yaksha dismissed this with disdain.

"You have money but still can't buy offerings? You should expand your business scope."

"Do you think you can expand your business scope as you please? The current business alone has already cost half of Duruchi's (the Dark Elf's self-designation) life."

Yaksha's expression was somewhat sorrowful.

Of course, it is not out of grief for the passing of our compatriots.

As long as one dies in battle, whether it is the blood of the enemy or the blood of one's own people, it is a supreme offering to the Lord of War.

However, the Dark Elves' fertility was already low, and their movement in the metropolis was subject to various restrictions, further weakening their ability to grow their population.

This is also why they crave high-quality offerings.

Because the Dark Elves' Warlord, whom they worship, most favors the Dark Elves themselves as sacrifices.

Back in Naga Lund, they used to sacrifice civilians and slaves to Bloodhand Cairne.

During festivals, even lower-ranking nobles could be offered as sacrifices.

However, in the metropolis, the number of dark elves simply cannot withstand such attrition.

Although class distinctions remain, at least the right to life of the lower-ranking dark elves is guaranteed.

With continuous cross-marriage, class barriers may be broken down in a few years.

After all, this is a metropolis, and even Bloodhand Kane's oracle must first be approved by the city hall.

"Nobody has it easy."

Liu Zheng said sympathetically.

"Human, when do you intend to fulfill your promise?"

"Yaksha asked."