Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The security guard didn't say anything, but threw another punch at his face.

Liu Zheng pushed off with his right foot, dodged the attack with a standard left slide, and then struck the security guard below the ear with his fist holding a dagger.

The hard metal handle hurt his palm, but the security guard felt much worse.

Amidst a severe bout of dizziness, the security guard swayed and collapsed to the ground.

Liu Zheng kindly supported him, then used a dagger to cut open both sides of his lips.

Seemingly dissatisfied with the size of the opening, he stretched out his fingers and pulled them forcefully to both sides until his bright red gums and white molars were revealed.

"Look, what a sweet smile."

Liu Zheng nodded in satisfaction and said to the remaining security guard.

The security guard let out a loud, incomprehensible shout, then charged forward frantically, brandishing his plastic baton.

Liu Zheng could have easily dodged it, but a violent bronchospasm stopped him.

The plastic baton struck him squarely on the head, and blood streamed down his forehead, obscuring one of his eyes.

"Gan!"

Liu Zheng cursed, desperately trying to draw attention.

But a concussion is not something that can be resisted by willpower alone; his vision became blurred.

In the hazy light, he saw the security guard raise the plastic baton again.

Liu Zheng didn't have time to think and bumped headfirst into the security guard's arms.

Caught off guard, the security guard could only raise his plastic baton and strike him on the back.

One stick, two sticks, three sticks.

The security guard gradually stopped attacking and rested his head on Liu Zheng's shoulder.

He shoved the security guard aside and plunged the dagger into the latter's chest, the hilt embedded.

"Ho ho."

Liu Zheng sat on the ground, panting heavily.

It wasn't just the discomfort in my throat, but also the stinging pain in my back and the throbbing pain in my lungs.

After resting for half a minute, he stood up, using the body of the security guard as support.

Although Liu Zheng was seriously injured, he still had to do what he was supposed to do.

Luckily, although the elevator didn't stop on the first floor this time, Yipin Tianshu is a one-unit-per-floor building.

The elevator doors opened, and he staggered to the door of room 301.

"Ding ding ding."

Liu Zheng pressed the doorbell.

"Please wait."

A woman's voice came from inside.

"Ok?"

He frowned slightly. Isn't this Mr. Li?

A dozen seconds later, the door opened, and a maid in a gothic dress and white stockings looked up at him.

Looking at Liu Zheng, whose head was covered in blood, she showed no emotion whatsoever.

"I'm a delivery driver for Bloody Restaurant. This is Mr. Li's takeout order."

Liu Zheng spoke up.

"Thank you for your hard work, please leave it to me."

The maid spoke calmly, her voice and demeanor as composed as an old butler who had worked for generations.

"I'm sorry, the restaurant requires that we deliver it to the person in question."

He had no intention of handing it over.

"Please wait a moment while I go and ask my master."

The maid didn't make things difficult for him, but turned around and went back into the house, then went upstairs.

A few minutes later, an elderly man with silver hair walked down the stairs with the help of a maid.

He was thin and his face was covered with wrinkles, but he had very few age spots, and his eyes were even clearer than those of young people.

She was wearing a pink silk nightgown embroidered with a pattern of some kind of spore plant.

"Has my sashimi arrived?"

The old man asked loudly.

"Are you Mr. Li?"

"it's me."

The old man nodded.

"Excuse me, Mr. Li, I'm new here. Do you have anything that can prove your identity?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Although this might anger the other party, it's better than being caught off guard and losing everything.

"No problem, young man."

The old man smiled tolerantly, then took his phone out of his pajama pocket.

"Xiao Jiu, please call Miss Si for me."

"Okay, master."

The maid took the phone and dialed a number.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Liu Zheng memorized that string of numbers.

"Hello, Ms. Si? I'm sorry to bother you. Your employee is here to deliver takeout and wants to verify my identity. Could you please tell him?"

After the call was connected, the old man picked up the phone and said something, then handed the phone to Liu Zheng.

He took the phone and held the microphone to his ear.

"Hello boss, I'm Liu Zheng, the new deliveryman."

He said respectfully.

“I know. His identity is fine, give him the takeout.”

Sure enough, it was Si Xue's emotionless voice on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, boss."

Before Liu Zheng could finish speaking, a busy signal rang in his ears.

"So, young man, can you hand over the takeout to me now?"

Mr. Li smiled.

"Of course, this is your takeout."

Liu Zheng handed over the takeout.

Mr. Li picked up the takeout order, glanced at it, and sighed.

"Oh, this is what we have today. What a pity."

Is there a problem with the food?

he asked.

"No problem, I really enjoy this dish. But unfortunately, I've been sick recently, and my doctor advised me to avoid foods containing the five senses."

Mr. Li said regretfully.

In physical appearance, the five senses refer to the eyebrows, eyes, ears, nose, and mouth; in medical terms, they refer to the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and tongue.

Regardless of which one Mr. Li is referring to, the eyeball is included.

"Then I wish you a speedy recovery."

Liu Zheng said politely, then turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, young man. Such good ingredients shouldn't be wasted. Why don't you eat them?"

Mr. Li called out to him.

"Ah, me?"

Liu Zheng turned his head, looking as shocked as a catfish demon.

Good heavens, so that's what they were waiting for him here.

Chapter 11 I'm Not Human Anymore

"Yes, Little Dove doesn't eat raw food."

Mr. Li gave the maid a loving look.

"Young man, you won't refuse me this small request, will you?"

he said with a smile.

Liu Zheng looked at him, then at the maid.

One was withered and hunched over, the other delicate and charming; even when he was injured, he could easily take her down.

Weird.

Even Dai Lego can't just lay a hand on restaurant staff, but Mr. Li can call the restaurant owner directly.

These two people are definitely not human.

"I have a request."

After a brief silence, Liu Zheng spoke.

"Any request is acceptable as long as it's not excessive."

Mr. Li said generously.

With his status and wealth, money, position, real estate, and women are all insignificant.

As for what constitutes an excessive request, only he himself knows.

"I need chopped chili peppers, garlic, soy sauce, and vinegar."

However, Liu Zheng's answer took him by surprise.

"It would be even better if it had scallion oil."

Liu Zheng sniffed.

"Haha, interesting young man, come in and have a seat. Xiao Jiu, go and get the guests their things."

Mr. Li laughed loudly.

"Yes, Master."

The maid went to the kitchen, and Liu Zheng followed the old man to the living room and sat down.

The interior decoration is not complicated; on the contrary, it is quite simple.

There were no crystal chandeliers, no opulent ceilings, and no mahogany furniture favored by the elderly. The overall color scheme was predominantly black and white, making the entire hall feel very spacious.

However, the ubiquitous greenery did reduce the feeling of coldness considerably.

Interestingly, after the two sat down facing each other, Mr. Li did not strike up a conversation with Liu Zheng, but instead began reading the newspaper on his own.

This relieved him.

It's not because he's a bit socially awkward.

Okay, he's just a little socially awkward.