Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"No, you want me to do what you promised at noon tonight? Do you think I'm a wish-granting machine?"

"If I had that ability, would I need to make a deal with you? Wouldn't it be simpler to just wipe you all out?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Hmph, you humans are a race that breaks oaths and is lazy. You must be reminded from time to time so that you will not forget your promises."

Yaksha snorted coldly.

"Hey, you're being a bit racist."

Liu Zheng said with dissatisfaction.

"Don't let collective behavior be reduced to the individual level. Go ask around the streets, everyone knows that I, Liu Zheng, am famous for keeping my word."

"That's for friends, but we're not your friends."

"Yaksha said."

"You really did inquire about it."

He glanced at the Yaksha.

It seems the other party really cares about him. If he didn't know that the other party was only after his connections, he would have thought that another woman was after his body.

"If we're not friends, then we can become friends. Don't worry, I'm a person who makes friends with all kinds of people, and I won't look down on you because you were a slave trader."

Liu Zheng said.

“We run a legitimate business and pay taxes to the city hall.”

Yaksha frowned.

"You didn't pay the full amount, did you? Given the nature of your business, let me guess."

He pondered for a few seconds before slowly speaking.

"Pretend that slaves have escaped or died, thereby fabricating costs."

"Using cash transactions privately reduces bank statements and thus lowers sales figures."

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Liu Zheng listed out the tax avoidance methods that the Dark Elves might use one by one.

His major in college didn't offer good job prospects, so in order to avoid becoming unemployed, he took many exams for relatively easy certifications, including the junior accountant certificate.

Of course, only a few were actually used in the end.

"So what if you know? You're not the tax secretary."

Yaksha said he didn't care.

"I'm not from the Tax Department, but I know people from the Market Supervision Department and the Public Security Department. Isn't it excessive to have the three departments conduct joint enforcement?"

"If you could get the three departments to work together, you wouldn't be in this mess, and now I've cornered you here."

Yaksha looked at him with disdain, as if he were a self-aggrandizing clown.

"Power doesn't necessarily have to be yours to possess; you just need to be able to use it. Have you seen the recent news?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What do you want to say?"

"Today, the Deep Sea Empire lodged a protest with the City Hall regarding the abduction of Princess Kova and a large number of mermaid citizens. The City Hall stated that Metropolis and the Deep Sea Empire have always maintained friendly relations and mutual respect."

He recounted the contents of the newspaper.

"I'm the one who rescued that mermaid princess, and I also have clues about that human trafficking gang. Guess what? If I use this as leverage to ask the city hall to conduct a joint enforcement operation against you, would they agree?"

Liu Zheng smiled sinisterly.

"Are you crazy? Such a huge benefit, you're just trying to get rid of us?"

Yaksha looked at him as if he were a madman, while at the same time feeling a deep envy in her heart.

For ordinary residents, the city hall would not give them any chance to bargain, and it's even hard to say whether their merits and demerits could offset each other.

After all, although he rescued the mermaid princess, he was also a buyer and therefore guilty of the same crime as the seller.

However, since Liu was an employee of the Bloody Restaurant, and the restaurant was the buyer behind it, the city hall could not hold him accountable.

Of course, despite her envy, she wouldn't actually let any of her people apply for jobs at the Bloodstained Restaurant.

The population of the dark elves in the metropolis has already reached its reproductive limit and cannot withstand such depletion.

More importantly, what if the people sent make a mistake and get cooked, and then the Bloody Restaurant discovers that dark elf meat is delicious?

Just thinking about the consequences sent chills down Yasha's spine.

"I'm a madman by nature. What normal person could survive working in a blood-soaked restaurant?"

"Of course, I don't want to waste such a valuable opportunity. So, choose."

"To become my friend, or my enemy?"

Liu Zheng leaned against the car door, looking completely unconcerned.

The yaksha's dark green pupils were fixed on him, her muscles tensed, and magic surged within her.

As the highest-ranking dark elf witch, she was equally skilled in both martial arts and magic.

The opponent's aura had weakened to the extreme. She was confident that a single thrust would rip out the opponent's heart, or a mental attack would turn the opponent into an idiot who could only eat and excrete.

Theoretically speaking, Yaksha should have killed Liu Zheng.

Because Liu Zheng prevented them from obtaining the corpse of the Wood Elf royal family, he disrupted the sacred sacrifice.

Yaksha had already sensed the wrath of the Lord of War. As long as he sacrificed this rare black goat cub hybrid to Him, even if the effect was not as good as the corpse of the wood elf royal family, it wouldn't be much worse.

However, if they can kill the other party, that would be fine. But if the other party escapes, the dark elves may encounter even greater trouble than when they first entered the slave market.

How can you become my friend?

Yaksha suppressed his murderous intent and spoke.

Dark elves are a ferocious and bloodthirsty race, but they are also a highly intelligent race, and the Yakshas are among the most intelligent of their kind.

So even though she really wanted to kill this annoying human in front of her, she still chose to weigh the pros and cons.

"It's not me becoming your friend, it's you becoming my friend. It's simple, just escort me back to the restaurant."

Liu Zheng said.

"what?"

Yaksha widened her already large eyes, her dark green pupils gleaming in the darkness like an owl.

"You want me to escort you back to the restaurant?"

She wondered if she had misheard.

“That’s right. If you feel you’re not strong enough, you can call your people over. I’m not in a hurry, I can wait for you.”

Liu Zheng said considerately.

Yaksha looked at him, speechless for a moment.

She gained a new understanding of the shamelessness of the human race.

"Aren't you afraid I'll take this opportunity to kill you?"

After a moment of silence, Yaksha asked.

"Rather than having you hide in the shadows and watch me, I'd rather have you in the open keeping me company."

Liu Zheng said.

Yaksha had to admit that what this human said made some sense.

What benefit would I get from escorting you back to the Bloody Restaurant?

She thought for a moment and said.

"How can I say I'm getting something in return for a friend's help? However, I could give my friend a gift. Let me think about it."

Liu Zheng fell into thought, and then a flash of inspiration struck him.

"By the way, is it okay for your sacrifice to use only corpses?"

he asked.

"Of course not. It must be a sacrifice worthy of the great Bloodhand Kane. Moreover, there are strict requirements regarding the form of the corpse, the manner of death, and so on."

Yaksha retorted.

"How about this one?"

Liu Zheng took the fragments of the old monk's golden body out of the legendary takeout box.

"These are... the golden statues of those martial monks?"

Yaksha exclaimed in shock.

"I don't know if he's a martial monk or not, but he's definitely quite good at fighting."

"How dare you offend those monks from the metaverse? Do you know how vengeful they are?"

"Yaksha said it subconsciously."

But she regretted saying it as soon as she did; it made it sound like she was concerned about this human being.

"Let them hold a grudge if they want. Let them come and block the restaurant entrance if they dare. I'd love to collect more parts; maybe I can assemble a Gundam or an EVA."

Liu Zheng said nonchalantly.

He's offended countless local bullies in the metropolis, so what's a bald monk who was banished to that wretched place like the Metaverse?

"Hmph, Bloodstained Restaurant."

Yaksha opened his mouth, but ultimately refrained from uttering any disrespectful words.

"How about it, is this okay?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"This isn't flesh and blood; it's far too fragmented. Not only is there no blood, but the smell of death is also faint."

Yaksha started pointing out a whole bunch of faults.

"But it still works, right?"

He interrupted Yaksha.

"I didn't say that."

"Stop pretending. If it doesn't work, just say it doesn't work. Those who nitpick and don't leave are the ones who genuinely want to buy it."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Self-righteous humans."

Yaksha's expression remained unchanged, but he still did not refute it.

"If it's okay, then it's okay; if not, then let's fight. You're supposed to be a leader, can't you be a little more decisive in your words and actions?"

He was getting a little impatient.

“I, Nightraven Malekith, the chieftain of the dark elves of Metropolis and the beloved bride of Bloodhand Kane, accept your gift and bestow upon you my friendship.”

Yaksha took out the Blood Dagger from between his legs and then held the tip of the blade in front of Liu Zheng's eyes.

"You don't mean to swear a blood oath with me, do you?"

He looked at the drops of blood on the tip of the knife and spoke with difficulty.

“That’s right. Drinking each other’s blood is the ritual by which we dark elves forge friendships.”

"Yaksha said."

In fact, dark elves do not like making friends, so the rituals for forging friendships are very complicated.

However, in the metropolis, efficiency is paramount, and everything is kept simple.

Besides, she didn't really want to be friends with Liu Zheng; it was more like a ceasefire agreement.

"Can I choose where the blood will be drawn?"