Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Liu Zheng said in an envious tone.

"Guest, even if you have the chess pieces, you can't play without a chessboard."

The receptionist forced a smile and said.

"Who said there's no chessboard?"

He lifted his clothes and cut off a rectangular piece of leather.

It's exactly half the size of a chessboard, no more, no less.

"Alright, now it's your turn."

Liu Zheng handed the knife to the front desk.

She didn't answer.

"What? You don't dare?"

He squinted slightly.

"You can't even meet the guests' requests, what kind of receptionist are you? And you're wearing a maid outfit, is this how maids treat their masters?"

"With this level of skill, you dare to take customers? You're not even qualified! You're not even worthy!"

Liu Zheng slammed his hand on the table.

Hearing his accusations, the receptionist's eyes practically spit fire, and her hands clenched into fists.

Sharp fingernails cut into the palm of the hand, and drops of blood dripped onto the human skin carpet.

But beneath her anger, a hint of fear lingered in her eyes.

"I'm giving you two choices: either play chess with me, or I'll go to the city hall and complain about you."

Liu Zheng shouted.

Upon hearing this, the receptionist scoffed.

"You're just a food delivery guy; the city hall won't even give you a second thought."

"Really? What if I let a first-class citizen file a complaint?"

he sneered.

"You, a food delivery guy, how could you know a first-class citizen?"

The receptionist seemed flustered, but also expressed her doubts.

"They look down on people."

Liu Zheng gave her a disdainful look.

"Does the Butcher of Paradise, Oink, know me? I chat and laugh with him."

"Do you know the Fire Mage? I called his name, but he didn't even dare to answer me."

"The casino owner is a devil; I'll make him lose big time, and he can only watch helplessly."

"You must know the fisherman in the sewers, right? I went to his fish farm to steal fish, and he even gave me one for free."

The sheer number of high-profile names bombarded the receptionist, making her face grow paler and paler.

She could tell that the guy in front of her wasn't lying.

"I'll count to ten, and after I've counted to ten, I'll turn around and leave."

“I went to the city hall to complain, and the kitchen’s purchasing agent came to buy people out of the house.”

"Tomorrow, the chef's recommendation at the Bloody Restaurant is vampire sashimi."

Liu Zheng said in a sinister tone.

"do not want!"

The receptionist screamed.

Her intense emotions caused her veins to bulge out, like red earthworms.

"No, why should I? Because you have long teeth? Because you have high blood pressure?"

"Hurry up, if you're scared, I'll help you."

Liu Zheng raised the boning knife.

The receptionist remained hesitant.

"ten."

"Nine."

"five."

Do you know what will happen to you after you're sent to the kitchen?

"You'll be hanging from the ceiling, with a dozen drill bits piercing your body. They'll keep grinding away at your flesh, causing you to bleed continuously."

"You can't die even if you want to, because the kitchen needs your blood to feed the rats."

Do you know why? Because rats are considered a higher-grade food source than you.

His voice was like the devil's whisper.

"say no more!"

The receptionist screamed again.

The invisible sonic blades cut wounds all over Liu Zheng's body, and the carpet was also torn.

He didn't care at all, and didn't even glance at it.

"Four."

"three."

"two."

The countdown to the apocalypse continues.

"one."

Liu Zheng got up and was about to walk out of the board game arcade.

"I'll cut it!"

The receptionist gritted her teeth and snatched the boning knife from his hand.

Have you ever played Gomoku (Five in a Row)?

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's happened a few times."

The receptionist hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"There are 225 pieces in Gomoku, of which 113 are black pieces."

"But I have plenty of ways to fill the chessboard. You can't win, and you can't lose."

"After finishing one game, I need to change the set of chess pieces. Humans have 206 bones, how many bones does a vampire have? Enough for several games?"

he asked coldly.

"You'll have your bones cut too! You'll die too!"

The receptionist shouted as if grasping at a last straw.

"I can't die."

Liu Zheng raised the severed tentacle; a section of the finger bone had already grown back.

"And even if we're going to die, so what?"

"I like living, but I like watching you die even more."

He said with a wild laugh.

"What are you going to do before you let me go?"

"Is this your attitude when asking for help?"

Liu Zheng's gaze sharpened.

“Master, as long as you forgive me, your son will do anything.”

The receptionist knelt down and tore open the ribbon on her blouse.

"Really? Then you can do this first."

He stretched out his hoof.

A fierce glint flashed in the receptionist's eyes, but she still picked up the hoof and stuck out her pink tongue.

"What are you doing?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"I am serving you, Master."

The receptionist said in an affected voice.

"You're crazy, what if you give me your bad breath?"

"I asked you to trim my hooves."

He said with disdain.

"what???"

Chapter 86 If only this had been done earlier, nothing would have happened.

The receptionist buried her head between Liu Zheng's legs.

He held his hoof in one hand and a boning knife in the other.

Flakes of the stratum corneum were shaved off and scattered onto the laid-out paper.

After removing the dead skin, the receptionist brought out sandpaper to polish his hooves.

"Not bad."

Looking at the brand-new hooves, Liu Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

"Master, can you let me go now?"

The receptionist said pitifully.

"of course."

Just as the receptionist showed a happy expression, he continued.

"No."

"Human, don't challenge my bottom line."

The receptionist bared his fangs.

"Want to turn against me? Fine. Vlad III's heart's blood tastes quite good. I wonder what yours tastes like?"

Liu Zheng said without the slightest fear.

Now the front desk has broken the rules, and with the added advantage of the legendary affix, they might not necessarily lose in a real fight.

"what on earth do you want?"

The receptionist said apprehensively.

"I want your bones."

He said.

"I even trimmed your hooves!"

"Some people have said that the Japanese are afraid of power but not of kindness, and the vampire devils are probably the same. You won't be convinced unless you suffer a little."

"I'm convinced, I'm truly convinced."