Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Samurai Ichifa handed the three letters to Liu Zheng in turn.

His own letter was the thinnest, Xiao Sixi's letter was of medium thickness, and Lü Yise's letter was the thickest.

"Let me guess, which old man is Green One?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, no. The one in green is that woman."

The samurai shook his head.

"Okay, take me to the basement."

He casually put the letter away and said...

"Ok."

The elevator started running and quickly arrived at the basement level.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened, and a dim yellow light shone in.

Liu Zheng looked and saw that it was Ba Tiao carrying a kerosene lamp outside.

"I am truly flattered that Uncle Hachijo came to pick me up in person."

he said with a smile.

"If I hadn't come to pick you up, could you have made it to the boiler room?"

Hachijo sneered.

Beyond the reach of the lights, darkness lurks like a vicious dog ready to devour its prey.

"That's not necessarily the case."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

He wasn't afraid of these messy things before, let alone now that he has "Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath" at his disposal.

If necessary, I'll light another cigarette, then we can chop them all up and collect some ingredients.

"You've got quite the big talk. Stay close, or I won't be looking for you if you fall behind."

Hachijo glared at him, then picked up his kerosene lamp and walked into the darkness.

Liu Zheng put his ration cigarette in his mouth and followed behind Ba Tiao.

Soon, he saw the iron gate again, and the blazing fire inside.

"Squeak!"

As soon as Liu Zheng entered the door, the little golden dumplings ran out of their nest and jumped and bounced around him.

"You miss me that much."

He smiled gently, then squatted down and used his tentacles to encircle a bunch of golden balls, holding them to his chest.

Seeing this, the other little golden dumplings also clung to his trouser leg and climbed up.

Before long, Liu Zheng's body was covered in golden balls, making him look like a golden-haired savage.

"That's good enough, get back to work."

After they had been cuddling for a while, Hachijo spoke up.

"Squeak!"

The little golden dumplings rubbed against Liu Zheng again, then reluctantly left his body and went off to work obediently.

After they all left, Liu Zheng noticed that the mark of the black ball had turned into half black and half gold.

Title: The Dumplings' Gratitude (One-Time Use)

Type: Item

Quality: Perfect

"Effect 1: When used in a corner or shadow of a building, it can transform into a giant dumpling and possess all its abilities for ten minutes, which can be canceled at any time."

"Effect 2: It can be used as fuel to greatly enhance the effects of fire-type abilities or the power of bombs, as well as other suitable uses."

"Note: We are grateful to our friends and we pay tribute to our fathers."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Uncle Hachijo, can I talk to you about something?"

He turned to look at Hachijo.

"Don't even think about it. They have a contract with the bathhouse; they'll die if they go outside."

You don't even need to guess what kind of nonsense he's going to spout.

"Then at least reduce their workload a bit."

Liu Zheng settled for second best.

"Do I look like the kind of person who would look for trouble when I have nothing to do? If there's no work to do, I'm happy to be idle."

Hachijo said irritably.

"Then at least improve their diet. These cute little creatures don't live long and eat very little. Giving them something good to eat is like doing a good deed for your granddaughter."

He then opted for another attempt.

"Their favorite food is what's outside. If you can get some, I'll give them extra food."

Eight pointed to the door and said.

"Sure. Do you have any handy tools?"

Liu Zheng immediately asked.

"What? You really want to go? In your current state, you'd be torn to shreds in less than a second."

"These little guys have treated me so well, I can't just do a bad job, can I?"

He shook the dumpling-shaped mark on his tentacle and said.

“A bunch of heartless bastards. I’ve taken care of them for so many years, and they’ve never thanked me with this.”

Hachijo's tone was full of jealousy.

"It's alright, I'll thank you on their behalf."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Hmph, you certainly have a sweet tongue."

Hachijo glanced at him and walked to the medicine cabinet.

He opened several drawers and took out a bunch of random materials.

Before Liu Zheng could even see what it was, he had already kneaded the materials into a large black ball.

Hachijo returned with the large black dumpling, then lifted the lid of the kerosene lamp and wedged it into the lamp tube.

He blew hard, and the fire immediately flared up, the big black dumpling burning and emitting wisps of blue smoke.

Liu Zheng took a deep breath, but couldn't smell anything.

"time to eat."

Eighth stick tapped the kerosene lamp, the crisp sound echoing in the boiler room.

At a command, the golden dumplings immediately swarmed over.

Chapter 580 The Request from the Divine Incense and Old Man Hachijo

Even when faced with the temptation of delicious food, the golden dumplings showed amazing discipline.

They lined up in an octagonal formation, taking turns inhaling the smoke emanating from the large black pills.

Each time a wisp of smoke is inhaled, the golden ball of fur grows larger and its fur becomes fluffier, as if it has transformed from a golden shaded cat into a Maine Coon.

"Are you satisfied?"

Ba Tiao glanced at Liu Zheng sideways.

"I'm satisfied if they're satisfied."

The latter smiled.

"Hmph. They only got lucky when I was the minister; otherwise, how could they have had such a good opportunity?"

Eight muttered.

"Then let's hope that Grandpa Hachijo lives a long and healthy life and sits on the minister's seat forever."

Liu Zheng flattered.

"Forget it, working in this godforsaken place, expecting to live a long life is a miracle. It would be good enough if we didn't become short-lived."

Eighth pursed his lips.

"It's alright, Uncle Ba Tiao, you're tough, you can handle it."

he said with a smile.

Is that a compliment?

Eight glared at him.

"Let's get back to the main topic. You said you wanted to see me, but what is it?"

Liu Zheng changed the subject.

"Come and help."

Hachijo glanced at the boiler, whose fire had subsided, and said.

"it is good."

Without saying a word, he walked to the coal pile and became a porter.

Without the attribute bonuses from the legendary vest, he struggled to carry it.

Fortunately, the golden dumplings that had finished eating rushed over to help, and they managed to keep the fire going.

My granddaughter is now a senior in high school.

Hachijo said, looking at the fire.

"That's great. You'll all have an easier time once you get to university."

Liu Zheng said.

The happiest time of his life was probably during his university years.

At that time, he had many part-time jobs that could earn him money, but his only desires were to eat and play games.

That's truly a case of having neither a house nor land, yet still enjoying boundless joy in life.

"But it seems she's run into trouble at school."

Eight said.

"like?"

"She is a filial and sensible child who doesn't want to worry an old man like me, so she always reports good news and never bad news."

"But how could I not know my granddaughter, whom I raised from infancy? The letters she wrote to me recently are clearly suspicious."

Eight said.

Which high school is she in?

Liu Zheng asked.

"Virtue Private Secondary School"

Eight return routes.

"Why not go to a public high school?"