Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Chapter 26 The Butcher of Paradise

"call."

It took Liu Zheng a full half minute to swim out of the oil mist.

"I thought you were going to drown in there."

The cattle and horses said gleefully.

"Drowning is unlikely, but suffocation is a possibility."

He answered while observing his surroundings.

Contrary to his expectations, the black market remained quiet and deserted.

Only a few rays of light shone through the cracks in the doors on both sides of the road.

Which door to enter?

Liu Zheng asked.

"That depends on how you plan to raise the start-up capital."

"The ox and horse said."

Don't you have any money?

"I spent all my money on wine last time, otherwise you really think I stole it?"

The oxen and horses shouted.

"You paid money and still got beaten up so badly?"

"Of course, the discounted price should be discounted first."

"It's only natural," the ox and horse said.

"Oh. So what's your idea?"

he asked.

"Two. One is that you pawn the vest you're wearing, and then redeem it with the money you make."

"The ox and horse said."

"No."

Liu Zheng flatly refused.

Without the boost from the legendary deliveryman's vest, his strength would be reduced by at least two-thirds.

"Then we can only choose the second option: you go sell meat."

Niu Ma shrugged.

"Selling meat?"

Liu Zheng's expression changed.

Life is precious, but dignity is even more valuable.

"Let's make this clear first, I'll only be a gigolo."

He gritted his teeth.

"Dream on! I'd love to be one myself. Even the lowest-ranking male prostitutes on the black market are male succubi. You, a tentacle freak, don't even deserve it."

The ox and horse said disdainfully.

"So what are you talking about? Oh, you mean actually selling meat?"

Liu Zheng suddenly realized.

He remembered the security guards asking him for "meat".

"Yes."

"The ox and horse said."

"You're too fat now, you should lose some weight."

Amidst its sarcastic tone, the two walked toward the third door on the right.

As soon as you enter, a wave of heat hits you.

Liu Zheng squinted, the intense heat of the fire inside the room stinging his eyes.

A dozen or so stoves were lined up in a row, each with a large iron pot on it.

Countless chunks of meat were skewered on iron hooks and hung from the rafters above the iron pot.

It has thighs, arms, a spine, and half a human head with open eyes.

Behind the iron pot, a tall figure stood with his back to them, intently turning the iron skewer in the fireplace.

His size was so enormous that he almost completely blocked the firelight from the fireplace.

The pinkish muscle mass bulged high, covered with crisscrossing scars.

It's hard to imagine that a person could have so many scars, as if he had endured every punishment in the world.

"Oink".

The ox and horse greeted each other.

Its unusually polite voice caught Liu Zheng's attention.

When he heard someone call his name, Oink turned his head.

A pig's head, which appears to be a Yorkshire Large White pig.

But its eyes are those of a standard human, even more profound and resolute than those of most humans.

"Long time no see, Niu Ma. I thought you'd been turned into takeout."

Oink said calmly.

Its voice is deep and powerful; without seeing its face, one can easily imagine a charming and mature man.

"No one but you can cook me into a dish."

"The ox and horse said proudly."

"So you're selling meat again today? What are you cutting this time—hoof, horse intestines, or beef tongue?"

A faint smile appeared on Oink's face.

"I don't have anywhere to cut you. He's the one who wants to sell his meat."

The ox and horse shielded Liu Zheng in front of them.

"Oh, this looks like a good piece of meat."

Oink rested his chin on his hand and sized him up.

"A touch of humanity, a touch of deformity, and the pungent smell of black goats."

It spoke slowly and deliberately, as if it were savoring a fine dish.

"You've also heard the Gospel?"

Oink suddenly asked.

"Probably."

Liu Zheng replied.

That memory is a bit blurry, as if it had been washed away by something.

"Excellent, I haven't seen ingredients of this quality in a long time."

Oink nodded, looking somewhat excited.

"So, how many do you want to sell them for?"

It stared at Liu Zheng and said.

What price range?

he asked.

"I can give you two thousand for a pound of meat of this quality."

Oink thought for a moment and then said.

How many kilograms do I weigh?

Liu Zheng was unaware of his own weight.

"Fifteen pounds."

Oink replied.

Thirty thousand yuan is equivalent to two and a half years' salary for him.

Is this price fair?

Liu Zheng asked about oxen and horses.

"You should be happy, kid. I can only sell it for 1,500 a pound."

The ox and horse said with a hint of jealousy.

"It doesn't sound like a good deal to become an empty shell just for two and a half years' worth of salary."

He shook his head.

"You can get your money's worth from the meat; your restaurant's employees should have many opportunities like that."

Oink said.

Liu Zheng knew that it was referring to foods that could compensate for deficiencies.

"I remember that if all the meat was sold at once, the purchase price would double, right?"

Suddenly, the bull-headed creature spoke.

"Yes."

Oink nodded.

"The madness born of despair makes the meat firmer and the flavor more unique."

It stuck out its grayish-white tongue and licked its pig nose.

"Then he'll sell them all."

Niu Ma hurriedly replied.

When?

Liu Zheng was about to retort when he saw Niu Ma frantically winking at him.

He paused for a moment, then remembered the props that the plane trees had given him in advance.

So that's how it is. It really was a high-stakes gamble.

But that's okay.

"What's the reason?"

Oink looked at Liu Zheng with great interest.

"he"

"Shut up."

Just as Niu Ma was about to speak, Oinke interrupted him.

The pig-headed man slowly rose and faced the two of them.

The iron skewer in its hand pierced through its entire foreleg, the skin of which had been roasted to a golden brown.

Grease dripped continuously from the top, sizzling on the charcoal fire.

“I’m asking him.”

"Oink said in a deep voice."