Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

She must know when it comes to tips.

The faces of the people in the office building are all painted on; could it all be because they paid tips?

He was horrified when he thought about it.

"What if I don't give it?"

Liu Zheng asked tentatively.

"Then we have no choice but to have you join us."

All the employees said in unison.

They all floated over, surrounding Liu Zheng and staring at him expressionlessly.

"Welcome to the Unlucky Coffee family."

"Join us and you will be free from all good fortune."

"Join us, and you will leave behind all that is good."

"Join us and you will leave behind all individuality."

"Join us, and you will be far removed from all reality."

"But you will lose your worries."

"But you will lose the pain."

"But you will lose your hunger."

"But you will never be fired."

"Work, eternal work!"

Join us!

Join us!

The shop assistants said loudly.

Their voices grew faster and faster, becoming increasingly rhythmic.

In the end, it sounded like they were reciting scriptures.

"Hello?"

Liu Zheng covered one ear and dialed Niu Ma's number.

"The user you dialed does not want to answer your call."

A cold, indifferent reply rang out.

Normally, he might have been sensible enough to hang up the phone.

All he wants to do now is curse.

"Hey bro, did you know that Bad Luck Coffee charges your face as a tip?"

"I know."

The sounds of cattle and horses finally rang out.

Feeling languid, probably just finished exercising.

"Then why the hell did you ask me to buy you coffee?"

Liu Zheng finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Who do you think you are? Just wait, you're in for a surprise when you get back."

The cattle and horses threatened.

"But that's only if I can get back."

he sneered.

The shop assistants around him moved even closer, almost touching his face.

"Is it really that big of a deal? Losing your face is a big deal to others, but to you it's no different than losing a hair."

The ox and horse said nonchalantly.

"what?"

Liu Zheng wondered if he had misheard.

"They'll tear off their face if they want to, what are you afraid of? It'll grow back in no time."

"The ox and horse said."

"Are you telling the truth?"

He had some doubts.

"Nonsense. I wouldn't send you to your death now, otherwise, why would the boss let me go on vacation if I were alone?"

The oxen and horses were getting impatient.

Liu Zheng thought about it and realized that this made sense.

His death here will do no good for the cattle and horses.

It won't even get a piece of meat.

"I'll give a tip."

Liu Zheng shouted loudly.

The chanting-like sound stopped abruptly.

All the shop assistants looked down at Liu Zheng, their eyes filled with disappointment.

"Then please sit here."

"That's what the cashier who took his order said."

He led Liu Zheng to a chair with adjustable height and made him sit down.

"What is this for?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"This is our high-end service, specially designed for VIPs like you who place large orders and are willing to tip."

The clerk pressed a button, and the adjustable chair immediately turned into a recliner.

More than a dozen handcuffs grew out of the seat, securing him firmly.

"The first service is eye scraping."

The shop assistant twirled his fingers, and a sharp blade danced between his fingertips.

Then, they slashed open Liu Zheng's eyeballs.

Chapter 59 You wouldn't want me to poop everywhere, would you?

Liu Zheng had heard of the skill of scraping eyes with a sharp knife.

However, that was to break the blisters on the eyelids and relieve the "trachoma".

The unlucky coffee shop employee was actually scraping his eyes off.

The shop assistant's knife was so fast that Liu Zheng didn't even feel the pain before everything went black.

After examining the scraped-off eyeballs for a few seconds, the clerk placed them on a tray to the side.

"The second service is ear cleaning."

Upon hearing the shop assistant's words, Liu Zheng's expression became subtle.

In real life, he often gets his ears cleaned, partly because it's comfortable and partly to help him sleep.

But now he doesn't even have ears left, just a hole. How can he extract them?

The shop assistant quickly gave Liu Zheng the answer.

He kneaded and shaped Liu Zheng's skin around his ear holes with his hands, and his flesh was molded into two ears like clay.

Although Liu Zheng couldn't see it, he could roughly guess what he was doing.

Next, the shop assistant took out an ear pick and carefully dug along the edge of the ear, removing both ears.

Then place them on either side of the eyeball.

"The third service is facial recognition."

In ancient times, when a woman got married, she would ask a woman from a harmonious family to perform facial hair removal on the bride.

It's not only for aesthetic reasons, but also to symbolize the start of a new life.

The shop assistants also respected the customs very much and brought out a complete set of phoenix coronet and embroidered robes for Liu Zheng to change into.

Because his bald head was too slippery to wear the phoenix crown, the shop assistant even used several thumbtacks to fix it in place.

If Liu Zheng could still see, he would surely be amazed by this spirit of craftsmanship.

After getting dressed, the shop assistant took out a thin hemp rope.

In reality, two strands are needed to twist noodles, but he only needs one.

The shop assistant placed the thin string on Liu Zheng's forehead and then slowly rolled it down.

A thin layer of skin was peeled off and then carefully placed on a tray.

Adding the information obtained from the previous eye-opening and ear-cleaning procedures, it pieced together a complete face.

"Is that all right?"

Liu Zheng blinked.

He can now slightly control the priority of body parts; small organs like the eyeballs have regrown back in just a few minutes.

I just haven't gotten used to it yet, and I can't stop crying.

As for shamelessness?

Anyway, he doesn't rely on his looks to make a living anymore, so let him grow on his own.

"That's fine, sir."

The shop assistant said gently.

All the restraints automatically disengaged, and the chair transformed back into a height-adjustable chair.

"Sir, your face is absolutely perfect. We plan to use it as part of our corporate image. Would you be willing to write a message of blessing for us?"

The shop assistant took out a pen.

Liu Zheng then noticed that there was a piece of white paper on the tray.

"sure."

He said it generously.

Then write a line of regular script on the paper.

"Damn restaurant, I'm Ganlin's mother."

"Thank you, sir."

The shop assistant took the tray away without changing his expression.

"By the way, can I specify a delivery person?"

Liu Zheng suddenly asked.

"No, sir. This is not a maid cafe."

The shop assistant said with a smile.

"Really? That's a real shame."

he said regretfully.

After leaving the unlucky coffee shop, Liu Zheng returned to the front of the office building.