Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

In the shadows of a corner not far away, several people wearing linen cloaks and iron masks stood silently.

The oxen and horses didn't walk directly over; instead, they drew a quarter circle in the air.

A man in an iron mask emerged from the shadows and responded by drawing a quarter circle in return.

"It's them, let's go."

"The ox and horse said."

Are you very familiar with them?

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

“We know each other very well. They're the ones who sold me to the restaurant in the first place.”

Niu Ma gave a cold laugh.

Hearing this, he felt a little suspicious.

He remembered Niu Ma saying that it and Oinke both came from a farm.

The farm sounds like a legitimate business, which is clearly inconsistent with the image of these people.

Liu Zheng kept his question in mind, planning to ask it again when he had the chance.

The two groups of people were walking towards each other and met in the middle of the road.

As a smuggling activity, this is indeed a bit too open.

"These are the goods for this shipment."

The masked man at the head of the group pointed to a wooden crate to the side and said.

His accent was a bit odd, with a Latin accent and a slight trill.

His mask was also unique, with a cross drawn on it, and a quarter circle in each quadrant of the cross.

Liu Zheng secretly glanced at the other masked people; the most they had were only two quarter-circles.

"Garcia, you've really made something of yourself, becoming a high priest now."

Niu Ma's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Because I have given all my suffering to my Lord."

Garcia said calmly.

"Isn't it someone else's pain?"

"It's like an ox or a horse," the ox said coldly.

"One is ten thousand, and ten thousand is one. Our suffering is no different. When the appointed day arrives, we will all become the wax of our Lord."

Garcia reached out and drew a quarter circle on the iron surface.

Holy Lord.

Holy Lord.

All the men in the iron mask chanted devoutly.

“Go burn yourselves. A false god who can’t even bring down the gospel, what are you pretending to be a savior for?”

Niu Ma said without any politeness.

"Ugh."

Liu Zheng sighed and quietly tightened his grip on the chef's knife.

Although the white-feathered chickens were supposed to be the ones causing trouble, isn't this development a bit too fast?

You should at least inspect the goods first.

But to Liu Zheng's surprise, even when subjected to such direct attacks, the Iron-Faced Men did not show any sign of turning hostile, and did not even refute him.

They simply watched the cattle and horses silently, like statues.

"Spit it out. Deliver the goods."

After a few minutes of standoff, Niu Ma spat on the ground and said.

"good."

Garcia made a gesture, and several masked men carried the wooden crate to the cattle and horses.

Judging from their labored steps and trembling bodies, the contents of the wooden box were clearly very heavy.

"Boom!"

The masked men released their grip, and the wooden crate crashed to the ground.

Even if a granite of the same volume were to fall, it wouldn't make such a big noise.

Liu Zheng couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"This is the invoice."

Garcia took out a piece of paper and handed it to the cow and horse.

“Show him.”

Niu Ma raised his chin at Liu Zheng.

Garcia didn't say anything, then turned and handed it to Liu Zheng.

Then, he stared intently at Liu Zheng a few times.

"Sir, have you heard the gospel of the evil god?"

"Yes."

Liu Zheng nodded.

It seems Mr. Li didn't handle it cleanly either; anyone can see that.

"Fun and interesting."

Garcia's tone became more excited.

"May I spare a moment to introduce you to our Heavenly Father and Savior?"

"The great God of Roundness."

Chapter 46 To Be a Corporate Slave or a Saint?

"there is no time."

Liu Zheng resolutely refused.

What kind of legitimate god can a religious sect believe in if it relies on smuggling to make money?

Or rather, where in the universe is there a true God?

Although he was not a materialist, he did not have a good impression of these guys who made empty promises to believers every day.

"Your Mightiness."

Garcia was about to persuade them further, but was stopped by the cattle and horses.

"Hey, are you going to do business or not? If not, get the hell out of here."

It said in a harsh voice.

"I hope to have a detailed discussion with you after the transaction is completed."

Garcia gave Liu Zheng a deep look, then stepped aside.

"What's wrong?"

The ox and horse spat another mouthful of thick phlegm onto the ground.

It's clear that he genuinely loathes these masked men.

No wonder white-feathered chickens would let cows and horses vent their anger for them.

Liu Zheng shook out the delivery slip and looked at the contents.

“A live female mermaid, with her body intact and without any obvious internal or external injuries.”

"Her identity is that of a mermaid priestess and of royal blood, and she is still pure."

A priest, and of royal blood at that—that's quite a background.

He nodded, indicating that he had finished reading.

"Unboxing."

Garcia commanded.

The two masked men took out crowbars and pried open the lid of the wooden box, revealing a huge block of ice in front of Liu Zheng.

The ice cubes looked incredibly pure, and the glow of the setting sun reflected off them, creating a kaleidoscope of colors, just like a polished diamond.

In the center of the ice block, a little mermaid is curled up.

She had long, gray-blue, seaweed-like hair, and her skin was as pale and delicate as ivory.

Tears streamed down her tightly closed eyes, completely wetting her long eyelashes.

It's not hard to imagine the fear she must have experienced.

For some reason, Liu Zheng felt that her facial features were somewhat similar to Natasha, whom he had buried.

"You guys really dare to do this. The merfolk are going to protest to the city hall again."

"The ox and horse said."

"With so many races protesting, the city hall probably wouldn't care about one more."

Garcia said calmly.

"Besides, wasn't she meant to be enjoyed by those congressmen anyway?"

"I didn't say anything, and I don't know anything."

The cattle and horses immediately drew a clear line.

"Why put on such a clumsy performance? You know perfectly well that no one can hear our conversation."

Garcia sighed.

As he finished speaking, one black circle after another appeared in the air, enveloping them.

Looking outward through the circle, all the scenery is distorted into discontinuous fragments.

Before the system notification appeared, Liu Zheng immediately looked away.

He said that smuggling on the streets was too brazen, and it turns out that this was a common practice.

"Heh, you really think you can fool the city hall with such a little trick?"

"You're just a run-down little cult; the city hall simply can't be bothered with you. If they really wanted to take action, all your crimes would be on the scales of justice."

The ox and horse said disdainfully.

"Only our Lord can judge our sins. Besides, what we have done is exactly what the City Hall needs. All we need is to make it useful."

Garcia said calmly.

"You're still as annoying as ever. Salmon, check the goods carefully and see what tricks they're up to this time."

The oxen and horses cried out.

"You can't check a cat through ice."

The calico cat spread its paws.

"These are the mermaid's tears, her self-protection mechanism. Once deactivated, she will immediately commit suicide."

"To remove the mermaid's tears, the restaurant must first receive the goods."

Garcia said.

"Damn it, you've been waiting for me here, haven't you?"

The ox and horse glared at each other.