Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The oxen and horses shook their heads frantically.

"Hurry up, or your delivery staff's meals will consist only of poop and sweaty feet from now on."

The white-feathered chicken threatened.

Whose sweaty feet are these?

The ox and horse asked instinctively.

"Hehe, of course it's Bigfoot's."

"Holy crap, you're so vicious, you old hen!"

In their shock, the ox and horse shouted out the names they had used to curse the white-feathered chicken.

Is Bigfoot's sweat drinkable by any living thing? If you lay it on a rock, even the rock would vomit from disgust.

"What did you call me?"

The white-feathered rooster spoke in a sinister tone.

"I mean, Brother Napoleon, given our relationship, there's no need to be so ruthless, is there?"

The ox and horse immediately changed their tune.

"That depends on whether you cooperate or not. Actually, even if you don't cooperate, I will still ask the boss to make you cooperate."

"Oh well, I guess I'm just unlucky. Come in."

The ox and horse said helplessly.

"You're smart enough to give me 'anger'."

The white-feathered pheasant swaggered into the lounge and then stretched out its claws toward Liu Zheng.

"Ok."

Liu Zheng quickly handed "anger" over to it.

The moment the rusty knife fell into the white-feathered chicken's claw, it ignited a raging fire, much to Liu Zheng's envy.

"Where are you injured?"

The white-feathered chicken asked.

It could only sense that the cattle and horses were injured, but it didn't know the exact location.

"here."

The cattle and horses reluctantly turned their bodies to the side, exposing the wounds on the outside of their hind legs.

"Oh, so it's cucumber strips."

"Do you fucking know anything about biology? This is called the biceps femoris muscle."

The ox and horse cursed.

"I don't know anything about biology, I only know about food science. Don't move!"

The white-feathered chicken suddenly let out a shout, its anger surging like a bolt of lightning before vanishing into thin air, leaving only a long, wide strip of red flesh on the blade.

"Now it's your turn. Give me two of your tentacles."

It turned to Liu Zheng and said.

"Giving it to you is no problem, but which one should I give it to, head chef?"

The latter smiled wryly.

At this moment, in Liu Zheng's eyes, the scene in the lounge was in complete chaos.

Countless white-feathered chickens of varying sizes and shapes appeared throughout the rest area, and even several grew inside the bodies of cattle and horses.

The cows and horses weren't much better; their style was completely transformed into an abstract version of Picasso's paintings.

"Ok?"

To the white-feathered chicken, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But it knew Liu Zheng had no reason to lie to it, so it immediately took off its chef's hat and tried to seal the meat strip in its hand.

However, when it looked into its paws, it discovered that it had taken off its own head.

"puff!"

The blood gushed out like a geyser, but as it fell, it shattered into glass-like fragments.

"Interesting, no wonder it's a waste treatment plant."

The white-feathered pheasant's tone was not fearful at all; on the contrary, it was very excited.

Then it crushed its own head, and its entire body shattered like a glass statue.

Then, a terrifying suction force emanated from the chef's hat, drawing everything in the break room towards it.

"Do not resist."

The sound of a white-feathered rooster came from inside the hat.

"Ok."

Liu Zheng responded and relaxed his body as instructed.

The closer he got to the chef's hat, the smaller his body became. By the time he reached the top of the hat, he was only the size of a small white mouse.

The ox and horse were actually smaller than him, only about the size of a cockroach.

Just when Liu Zheng thought he was about to take a trip inside the chef's hat, the suction suddenly stopped and turned into a repulsive force, sending him and the cattle flying.

"grass!"

Liu Zheng was slammed hard against the wall, and a large bump appeared on his head.

He rubbed his head and looked around, finding that the scene in the lounge had returned to normal.

The chef's hat lay alone on the ground, but the white-feathered chicken did not appear.

"Boss, what do we do now?"

He looked at the cattle and horses that had returned to their original size.

"Um"

After a few seconds of hesitation, the ox and horse walked up to the chef's hat.

"Since things have come to this, let's take a dump first."

Its big buttocks sank down as if it were about to sit down.

Chapter 590 Liu Zheng: I ran into the old ancestor while going out.

"Get your ass off me, or I'll take your ass off."

The deep voice of the white-feathered pheasant rang out just in time.

"whispering sound."

The oxen and horses reluctantly raised their buttocks.

It grabbed the edge of the chef's hat with its two claws, and then with a forceful push, the white-feathered chicken shot into the sky.

Compared to his usual imposing demeanor, the head chef looked rather disheveled, covered in fragments and bits of various ingredients, as if he had just been paraded through the streets.

"Looking like this, you'd make a great stew."

The oxen and horses laughed mockingly.

"Do you want to become chop soup?"

The white-feathered pheasant shook off the messy things on its body and said coldly.

"Do not want to."

The oxen and horses shook their heads like rattles.

"Shut up if you don't want to. Human, come here."

The white-feathered chicken said to Liu Zheng.

"Ok."

Liu Zheng cautiously walked up to it.

With a flash of light, his two tentacles and several strands of "seaweed" fell to the ground.

The white-feathered chicken slammed the dragon scale knife into the ground, then picked up the tentacles and "seaweed" and left the lounge without looking back.

Liu Zheng clung to the door frame for a long time until the other person's figure completely disappeared.

"This time they must really be gone, right?"

He closed the door and muttered to himself.

"What are you afraid of? If it dares to launch another attack, I'll strip it bare this time."

The ox and horse said aggressively.

Why didn't you say that just now?

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"You don't know anything. I was just letting it have its way."

The ox and horse spoke with conviction.

"Hehe. You should just lie down and rest, or you'll reopen your wound."

He looked at the large buttocks of cattle and horses.

"Hey kid, where are you looking?"

The ox and horse glared at each other.

"That's where you're injured. If I don't look there, where should I look?"

"How dare you say that? Would I have gotten hurt if it weren't for you? Oh right, hurry up and pay my medical bills."

The oxen and horses grumbled.

"Here you go. Next time you're injured, don't pretend. Do you think I'm going to seize power?"

He took the money while trying to persuade him.

"None of your business. It's just a minor injury, why bother publicizing it?"

The ox and horse continued to be stubborn.

"You suffered minor injuries, almost killing two department heads, right?"

Liu Zheng pursed his lips, too lazy to care anymore.

"I'm going to buy some drinks."

He said.

"Then I'll have to deliver food again? Damn it, who's really its loyal partner anyway?"

The oxen and horses complained.

“Then you can go, sir. I’ll write down the wines you want to buy for you, and I’ll pay you back when I get back.”

"I'm not going. You go by yourself."

The ox and horse shook their heads decisively.

It's not stupid. Going to Dukang Winery to purchase wine requires paying for its dreams. It has only had a few dreams in total. If it hands them over, how can it sleep well?

"But are you sure you want to go like this?"

"what happened?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You little brat, are you dreaming?"

Niu Ma glanced at him sideways.