Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Si Xue released his face, her expression turning cold.

"okay."

Liu Zheng quickly rolled away again.

The distance wasn't exactly precise, of course, but fortunately, Si Xue didn't nitpick.

"Tell me, what's the deal with the president of the Writers' Association?"

she asked.

"Is such that."

Liu Zheng had known for a long time that she could find out what the employees were up to, so he wasn't surprised. He recounted the whole story of going to the Fool's house for afternoon tea.

"His later years were truly unfortunate; his entire body was covered in red hair."

Si Xue's expression was somewhat solemn.

"What does this have to do with us?"

"What does it matter? The existence of a metropolis is inseparable from these narrators, so what does it matter to you?"

Si Xue sneered.

"There must be more than one narrator, right?"

"The president of the Writers' Association is the youngest narrator, and he's already in his twilight years. How much better off can those old guys be?"

Si Xue pouted.

"what is it now?"

Liu Zheng asked, feigning concern.

What does the disappearance of the metropolis have to do with him? It would be better if it didn't exist at all, so he wouldn't be thrown into the hellish game to work overtime again.

Oh no, he can run away, but the cattle, horses, and plane trees can't.

Well, let's worry about it then.

"There's nothing we can do. If the sky falls, the city hall will hold it up. If the city hall can't hold it up, there's still the Speaker of the Council."

Si Xue rolled her eyes.

"I just don't know if the city hall knows about this."

She rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

"I think it's possible they don't know."

Liu Zheng made a bold guess.

"Oh why?"

Si Xue asked with great interest.

"The metropolis is just a few landmarks and a few departments; people still have to eat separately."

"The Writers' Association has protected others' pots, but their own pots might get smashed. When they can patch up their own pots, they certainly won't want others to know."

He explained.

The fool asked him to help find the Nine Dragons to carry the coffin, which was an attempt to salvage the situation.

"Did you learn all of this in the countryside?"

Si Xue said with a half-smile.

"Part of it is also due to my exceptional talent."

Liu Zheng said shamelessly.

"Hehe. What a pity, the president of the Writers' Association didn't go all out."

Si Xue said regretfully.

If the president of the Writers' Association were to get serious, even a peacock would lose a few feathers.

"Boss, if they go all out, my men won't be able to come back."

Liu Zheng said innocently.

"It's best if they don't come back; that way, one less person will cause me trouble."

Si Xue said irritably.

"It's not that I want to cause trouble, it's just that the people outside are too mean and insist on picking on me."

He defended himself.

"Alright, stop playing the victim. Do you think I don't know all the shady things you've done?"

"My phone has been ringing off the hook with calls from the city hall. They're saying that your Bloody Restaurant is really something now, turning forced delivery into forced demolition, blowing things up wherever it goes."

"If we send it to the city hall now, will we blow up the city hall too?"

Si Xue mimicked the tone of the city hall.

"Slander! This is blatant slander. Last time, those bugs clearly caused the nightclub to explode."

Liu Zheng confessed without being asked.

"Seriously, can we really force the city hall to deliver these goods?"

He then changed the subject and asked.

"Theoretically, it's certainly possible, but in practice..."

Si Xue smiled without saying a word.

"I understand, I understand. Courtesy does not apply to petty people, and punishment does not apply to high-ranking officials."

Liu Zheng nodded repeatedly.

"That's an interesting statement."

Si Xue chewed for a moment.

"It's a pity that restaurants don't require writing official documents, otherwise we could have made you the office manager."

She smiled and said.

"I think the delivery department needs me more."

"Isn't it you who needs the delivery department more?"

Si Xue hit the nail on the head.

If the Bloody Restaurant fails, then all of Liu Zheng's efforts so far will have been wasted.

This is one of the reasons why he has always maintained the highest respect for Si Xue.

Even if Si Xue doesn't take direct action, a single transfer order can change his fate.

If it weren't for the existence of the Hell Game, Liu Zheng would be forever controlled by Si Xue as long as he stayed in the Bloody Restaurant.

This is the downside of not having great power within oneself.

But if he were to take the path of taking the power for himself, let alone having a pleasant conversation with Si Xue, he would probably die on the way to deliver food before even seeing her a second time.

"Of course, it's not that mandatory delivery is completely out of the question. If the city hall doesn't give the restaurants face, then the restaurants won't give them face either."

"But I won't do that unless things come to a complete breakdown."

Si Xue continued.

"Understood. Deterrent weapons are most effective before they are used."

Liu Zheng replied.

"That's the truth."

Si Xue glanced at him with admiration, then quickly put it away.

"Nine dragons carrying a coffin may not solve the problem of the Writers Association president."

She thought for a moment and then said.

"What should I do?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“It’s okay, I can upgrade it. Stand up.”

Si Xue said.

"Huh? Boss, where should I stand?"

He looked at the recliner filled with Si Xue, scratched his head, and asked.

"Find yourself a spot. Or are you trying to stand on me?"

"No, I don't want to."

Liu Zheng quickly shook his head, then boldly squatted down on the handrail next to Si Xue's feet.

"You do look quite like a cat."

Si Xue mocked.

"It is my greatest honor to be the boss's cat."

He said shamelessly.

"Then you should just be a dog. Dogs can at least do some work, while cats only know how to eat and sleep."

"Ah chirp!"

The calico cat, who was cleaning a fish, sneezed.

After complaining about the cat, Si Xue lazily lowered one hand and traced a line on the obsidian floor with her fingertip.

The obsidian ground, harder than steel, shattered completely and fell into the lake below.

Si Xue flicked her index finger, and four obsidian pillars rose from the lake.

Four Western dragons—black, white, blue, and green—were sealed within a stone pillar, their mouths open, their flames of different colors frozen just before they were about to erupt.

Their glaring vertical pupils shone with a fierce light as they stared straight at Si Xue. The killing intent and oppressive aura emanating from them made even Liu Zheng, who was squatting to the side, tremble.

"You've been looking at this for so many years and you're still not tired of it? Should I gouge out your eyeballs and put them on my desk so I can look at them slowly?"

Si Xue said coldly.

The four western dragons were filled with even greater rage, but they could only rage helplessly.

"Four, five more to go."

Si Xue ignored them and seemed lost in thought.

"Hey, can I borrow a few dragons?"

She suddenly shouted towards the top of the cave.

Chapter 497 Si Xue: The sewers are stupid, but you're even stupider than the sewers.

"Don't be so stingy."

There was no sound from above, but Si Xue seemed to have received a reply.

"If the Writers' Association really collapses, do you think you'll be any better off? Even if that person can get things back on track, this period of time will be enough for others to tear a few pieces off your body, right?"

She said confidently.

"Looking at the bigger picture, all the landmarks and departments claim to be cooking in their own pots, but aren't they ultimately cooking in the big kitchen of the metropolis?"

"If you don't mend other people's pots today, they'll come and steal your food. With how much everyone hates you for delivering food, if something really happens, I bet you'll be the first one to have your pot smashed."

"Even someone with a sewer brain could figure out something that's both cost-effective and earns a lot of favors. You can't be any dumber than a sewer worker, can you?"

Si Xue continued.

"Crack!"

Before Liu Zheng could react, the chaise lounge turned to dust, and he fell into the lake.