Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Thank you for your contributions to the Metropolitan Government. We wish you all the best in your work. Please feel free to contact us if you need any assistance."

4399 extended his hand and shook hands with Liu Zheng, then spoke in a serious and methodical manner.

"As a law-abiding citizen of the metropolis, this is what I should do. I also wish you both the best of luck with your work and travels."

Liu Zheng smiled and then watched the official car leave.

Do we need to register?

He turned to ask the security guard.

"Oh, what did you say?"

The security guard, who was seeing this scene for the first time, was still in shock.

"I'm here to deliver food, shouldn't I need to register here?"

Liu Zheng reminded him.

"Oh, delivering takeout. Hmm? Bloody Restaurant!"

The security guard saw the uniform on his body, his pupils contracted, and he instinctively tried to back away, his hand reaching for the stun gun at his waist.

"Any questions?"

Liu Zheng pressed one of his tentacles down on him, while the other tentacle slid inside his clothes.

"Property regulations, outside."

"Shh, why don't you check what's in your clothes before you speak?"

He interrupted the security guard.

The security guard paused for a moment, then reached out and touched a stack of banknotes.

"that."

Feeling the thickness and texture of the banknotes, he spoke with difficulty.

"If there are still any problems, I can ask those two officials to come and resolve them. If the Border Management Bureau isn't enough, I can also ask the Municipal Supervision Bureau and the Sanitation Bureau to come. Is that necessary?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, no need. Please come in."

The security guard quickly bowed and pushed open the side door.

He doesn't know what will happen to the deliveryman if a joint enforcement action is taken, but he will definitely be in big trouble.

"Thank you."

Liu Zheng nodded and walked into the office building through the side door, with the security guard quickly following behind.

Which floor would you like to go to?

The security guard, holding the registration book, asked solicitously.

Since we've already let them in, we should be friendly, otherwise we'll end up pleasing neither side.

"I can write it myself."

Liu Zheng declined his offer.

"Ah, okay."

The security guard quickly offered them paper and pen.

"Thank you."

He turned his back and scribbled on the register.

"It's finished."

He handed the register to the security guard upside down.

"Ok."

The security guard took the registration book and was about to flip it over to look at it when Liu Zheng grabbed him and stopped him.

"The property management doesn't stipulate that you have to check everything after registration, right?"

"Huh? There's no rule about it, but isn't this what should be done?"

The security guard looked completely bewildered.

After registering, take a look at what's written. Isn't this just as self-evident as fire hydrants needing to have water, female competitors needing to be women, and artillery shells needing to be fired at the enemy?

“It’s not right if there’s no written rule. Of course, if you want to see it, I won’t stop you, but after you see it, you’ll be charged with failing to report something.”

"You should understand which is more serious, negligence or intent, right?"

Liu Zheng stared into his eyes and said.

"This, I..."

The security guard was so frightened by the madness in his eyes that he didn't know what to say.

"Work hard, slack off. After work, go to an 'authentic' massage parlor for a massage, then go to a 'high-class public bathhouse' for a soak. Isn't that better than anything else?"

Liu Zheng spoke in the tone of a caring older brother.

"I'm afraid my salary wouldn't be enough to afford the places you mentioned."

The security guard smiled wryly.

Although being a security guard in an office building is a respectable job, it's still a low-level job. It's already difficult enough for him to support his family on his own, so where would he get the money to go out and have fun?

After work, his favorite time of day is to find a small restaurant, order a few plates of mixed meat and offal from who-knows-where, and get two bottles of the cheapest beer.

"Mention my name, and it's free. Bring your family along; enjoy yourself while you can, but don't forget those around you."

Liu Zheng said generously.

"How embarrassing."

When the security guard heard that he could bring his family along, his mind finally tipped completely in his favor.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Money is meant to be spent. Whoever makes me happy, I want to make them happy. The happier they are, the happier I am."

he said seriously.

"What's your name?"

"Liu Zheng."

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Liu."

The security guard closed the registration book and threw it directly into the drawer.

"Just call me Brother Liu."

Looking at the other person's chrysanthemum-like old face, Liu Zheng said shamelessly.

"Brother Liu."

The security guards also had absolutely no moral bottom line.

"Very good. By the way, are you left-handed or right-handed?"

he asked suddenly.

"Ah, use your right hand."

The security guard answered honestly.

"Row."

The next second, the rusty knife pierced his left shoulder.

Even though the lockdown hasn't been lifted, stabbing someone is still perfectly acceptable.

"Remember to get your tetanus shot; don't skimp on the money."

Liu Zheng patted his injured shoulder forcefully and then gave him some instructions.

"remember."

The security guard said through gritted teeth.

"Hahaha!"

He let out a boastful laugh and strode away.

Upon arriving at the elevator lobby, a group of office workers were waiting for the elevator.

When Liu Zheng entered, they looked at him with varying expressions.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here, all of you sit down."

He said it in a very casual manner.

"Why?"

"It's a white-collar worker with a muscular build and a comic book-like face," said a man.

"Based on this."

Liu Zheng pulled out his serrated butcher knife.

"You talk so much, your tongue must be quite chewy. How about I get some for a drink?"

He held the knife tip up to the white-collar worker's mouth and gestured towards it.

"I may not be able to beat you, but even if all of us attack together, you might not be able to beat us."

The white-collar worker's expression remained unchanged.

Are they close to you?

"It's better than being familiar with you."

"I'm just a white-collar worker," Lian said with a cold laugh.

"I don't think so."

Liu Zheng took out a thick wad of banknotes.

"If a fight breaks out later, the neutral party will get five hundred, and the party that helps me beat him up will get a thousand."

He held up the banknotes and said loudly.

The white-collar workers' eyes darted around as the banknotes swayed, then they looked at each other blankly.

No one spoke, but an unusual atmosphere permeated the narrow elevator lobby.

The white-collar workers also sensed this atmosphere, and their initial eagerness gradually cooled down.

"I"

He wanted to say something polite, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Give."

Liu Zheng stuffed all the banknotes into his arms.

"Brother, you've practiced well. Teach me sometime if you have the chance. You can send this money to me for me."

Liu Zheng patted his pectoral muscles and said.

"Okay, I'll help you out then."

The white-collar worker looked at him with grateful eyes and said.

After a series of attempts to persuade them, the white-collar workers all tacitly agreed to give up taking the elevator.

Anyway, it was well past their work start time, so they weren't in a hurry to open it.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened, Liu Zheng waved his tentacles at them, and then went inside.

"hello."

He greeted the elevator operator.

"Which floor?"

The elevator operator, whose face was painted in the style of a Raphael painting, asked indifferently.