Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"not good!"

Liu Zheng was startled.

The cows and horses didn't have gas masks.

He immediately dropped the vegetable basket and hid on the other side of the counter.

"Come here, I promise I won't kill you."

The ox and horse, panting heavily, clung to the table.

There were still tear stains at the corners of its eyes, indicating that it had just been quite intoxicated by the fumes.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Liu Zheng scoffed at its promises.

"Besides, I didn't want to fart like that. If you have a grievance, go find Napoleon."

"The fart came out of your ass, who else should I blame but you?"

The ox and horse stared wide-eyed as they spoke.

"You're the one who brought me into the kitchen. If you hadn't brought me in, how would I have farted?"

He retorted sharply.

"You little brat, I think you deserve a beating."

The ox and horse were furious. They took two steps back and were about to jump over.

"Alright, stop arguing over such a trivial matter."

The white-feathered pheasant came over to smooth things over.

"You have the nerve to say that? Why didn't you give me a gas mask?"

The cattle and horses shifted their focus.

"Why the hell should I give it to you? I haven't settled the score with you for that bottle of Vlad III yet."

The white-feathered pheasant got angry, and its comb turned blood red.

"How about we have another match?"

Its claws dug into the ground, leaving plow marks on the stainless steel floor.

"Hey, that's all in the past, why keep bringing it up?"

Niu Ma said with a smirk.

"Hmph. You're not going to fight, huh? Then go out and pick up the goods."

"Smuggled goods?"

The oxen and horses frowned.

“That’s right. I accept the loss from the last batch of goods that didn’t pass inspection. But I can’t just stay silent about the loss of so many people.”

"It's perfect that you're not in the kitchen, so help me vent my anger."

The white-feathered pheasant nodded emphatically.

"Those people are not easy to deal with. What's in it for me?"

The ox and the horse asked.

“The matter with Vlad III is settled. As for your men, I can give them a cup of golden mead.”

The white-feathered chicken glanced at Liu Zheng and said.

“So generous?”

Niu Ma also looked at Liu Zheng.

"Are you going or not? Let's make this clear first, if a fight breaks out, I might not be able to take care of you."

It said.

What is golden mead?

Liu Zheng asked.

"You've already gone crazy once, haven't you?"

The white-feathered chicken countered with a question.

"Yes."

He said frankly.

These days, it's not shameful to be sick; it's not human to not be sick.

"If you go crazy one more time, you'll hear the gospel again."

The white-feathered rooster murmured.

Chapter 45 The Round God Cult

In the darkness, Liu Zheng seemed to hear that endless chanting again.

"Can golden mead help me?"

he asked.

"can."

The white-feathered rooster said confidently.

"Okay, I'll go."

Liu Zheng agreed.

He'll be in this world for a long time, and he might need to use sick leave again; there's too much chance he'll lose his rationality.

"You're too weak right now; you'll only embarrass the restaurant if you go out."

The white-feathered rooster shook its head vigorously at him.

Then why are you still asking me to go?

Liu Zheng pursed his lips.

What can he do? He can't just ask the novelist to order takeout again, can he?

White-feathered chicken strolled over to a separate knife rack and took down a Western-style chef's knife.

"You can borrow this for now. I hope it will be full when it comes back."

He held the knife upside down and handed it to Liu Zheng.

Name: Binge Eating

Type: Equipment

Quality: Perfect

Effect 1: Ingredients cut by a kitchen knife will be restored to their best condition (limited to those of excellent quality and below).

Effect 2: Enemies cut by the kitchen knife will have their portion consumed according to their appetite.

"Effect 3: After the chef knife is full, the player can transform into the 'Gluttony Demon' for one minute."

Note: Eat more if you like it.

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

This knife looks so familiar.

Liu Zheng looked at the chest of the ox and horse, lost in thought.

After I came back from that robbery of the Vlad III limited edition, it seemed to be this gun that was stuck in its chest.

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll smash your head in."

The cattle and horses raised their hooves in protest.

"whispering sound."

I'd rather be stabbed in the back than be talked about by him.

“Salmon, you go too. You just check the ingredients; let the other two handle the negotiations and the fighting.”

The white-feathered chicken said to the calico cat.

"Okay meow."

The calico cat jumped off the stool and came to their side.

"I think it should be able to beat me."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"The hands used for washing vegetables are not for grabbing people."

The white-feathered pheasant said coldly.

Despite being just a chicken, it displayed the aura of an emperor at this moment.

The Emperor of the Kitchen.

He couldn't help but admire him a little.

"Listen to his bragging, these guys were all outlaws, they've killed more people than you've delivered takeout."

The ox and horse revealed the truth.

"You talk too much. Hurry up and go pick up the goods."

The white-feathered pheasant turned and left, leaving them with a dashing silhouette.

"It's the most pretentious of all the restaurants."

Niu Ma shook his head and led the person and the cat towards the exit from the kitchen.

Unlike the absolute darkness of the delivery aisle, the kitchen aisle was spacious and bright, with marble floor tiles.

Liu Zheng could also faintly smell the scent of incense.

"Dude, isn't this gap a bit too big?"

He couldn't help but complain.

"You don't know anything. They use incense to cover up their stench because they're smelly. They crave the light because their hearts are dark."

The ox and horse replied in an aria-like tone.

Liu Zheng couldn't help but look at it with new respect.

This guy usually spouts vulgarities, but I never expected him to say something so philosophical.

"Wow, you've also read Bai Langzi's poems, meow."

The calico cat interjected.

"Young Master Bai?"

This name sounds familiar.

Oh, I remember now, isn't this the author of the poem manuscript that Niu Ma gave him?

Liu Zheng took out the snake-man's poem manuscript and, sure enough, found the two lines of poetry that Niu Ma had just mentioned.

He looked at the ox and horse with a strange expression, and the latter showed a guilty look.

"Let's go, let's go. Why talk about poetry while working? It's vulgar."

It swung its hooves and strode forward.

Liu Zheng and the calico cat exchanged a smile and quickly followed.

Soon, they walked out of the passage.

It was already dusk outside.

The dark red sun was dying, while the blood-red moon glared menacingly.