Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Not enough, it's still a little short."

The white-feathered chicken said.

“I can pay the difference.”

"I don't need money. I want your eyeballs as sashimi, at least thirty of them."

The voice of the white-feathered rooster is icy.

"make a deal."

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll come over now."

White Feather Chicken hung up the phone.

A minute later, the knocking sounded again.

Liu Zheng opened the door, and what came into view was a towering chef's hat.

"Where are the cattle and horses?"

The white-feathered chicken asked.

"inside."

Liu Zheng stepped aside to make way.

"You have to make it talk."

The white-feathered pheasant shook its head.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The oxen and horses made short, indistinct sounds, making it impossible to understand what they were saying.

But the white-feathered chicken seemed to have received a command, and strode into the rest room with its head held high and chest puffed out.

"What a sorry sight, you beasts."

It saw the miserable state of the cattle and horses and laughed.

"The last time I saw you injured like this was two years ago, but it wasn't this bad. How come you're getting worse as you get older?"

The ox and horse rolled their eyes and turned their backs, refusing to look at it.

"It's a delivery slip for Imperial View Villa."

Liu Zheng explained.

He wasn't sure if this was considered a secret, so he didn't go into too much detail.

"Peacock Number 1?"

The white-feathered chicken, however, spoke directly.

Liu Zheng did not answer, but his silence itself was the answer.

"Ha, you really did escape with your life."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"I?"

Shouldn't it be the cattle and horses that escaped with their lives?

"It was delivered for you, wasn't it?"

The white-feathered chicken said.

Liu Zheng nodded.

Even if the ox or the horse wanted to take the order, he couldn't beat it.

"After taking so many humans as your underlings, you're starting to look more and more like a human, you ox-horse."

The white-feathered chicken's tone was full of sarcasm.

The cow and horse twitched their big ears but continued to ignore it.

"hehe."

The white-feathered chicken ignored it and instead took off its chef's hat.

"Put your head over here."

It said to Liu Zheng.

"Now?"

Shouldn't we treat the cattle and horses' injuries first?

"Don't worry, it won't die."

The white-feathered chicken said.

Liu Zheng had no choice but to squat down and stick his head over the hat.

The chef's hat was empty, but he had a feeling that something might burst out at any moment.

A flash of cold light appeared in the white-feathered chicken claw, and Liu Zheng's eyes were plunged into darkness.

The excruciating pain stimulated his nerves, but Liu Zheng stopped crying out in pain by clenching his teeth.

This is the delivery department's home turf; he can't afford to lose face.

"Eat it."

The white-feathered chicken stuffed something into his mouth.

Liu Zheng took a bite and burst it open, swallowing the juice.

His vision was restored very quickly.

The white-feathered pheasant showed no mercy, and with another swift motion, gouged out the newly grown eyeball.

This was repeated twenty times, and Liu Zheng had to replace seven sets of teeth before the white-feathered chicken finally stopped the execution.

Do you know who ordered it?

it asked.

"Mr. Li?"

He replied, sweating profusely.

Of all the people he knew, she was the only one who liked to eat eyeballs.

"That's right. In a way, she's your benefactor."

The white-feathered chicken said half-jokingly.

"really."

Although Mr. Li's act of feeding Liu Zheng the eyeballs of a young black goat was clearly ill-intentioned, the "rebirth of flesh and blood" he gained from it was indeed the foundation of his livelihood.

Without this near-immortal state, he would have died countless times.

"She's dining in a private room right now. Should I put in a word with Britain and have you personally deliver the food to her?"

"Then why did you gouge out my eyes? She could have just hugged them and started kissing them."

Liu Zheng pursed his lips.

"That won't do, body sushi is priced differently."

The white-feathered chicken said in a very serious tone.

"Hehe. Speaking of which, who's richer, Peacock or Mr. Li?"

He changed the subject.

"It's hard to compare. Mr. Li should be considered a big businessman, while Peacock is a big landowner."

The white-feathered chicken thought for a moment and said.

"what?"

Could the peacock be the real owner behind the office building?

"However, they have one thing in common."

"what?"

"They were all disliked by the boss, and of course, they all disliked the boss."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up by the boss for saying that out loud?"

"The boss actually likes to hear you say you can't. Haven't you enjoyed the benefits of that?"

The white-feathered rooster spoke with a pointed remark.

Liu Zheng smiled but didn't say anything.

The white-feathered chicken grabbed the chef's hat and went up to the cow and horse, then "whoosh," it stuffed them inside.

"Fuck!"

Liu Zheng was startled.

If this trick were to be used in real life, Liu Qian and David Copperfield would both have to kneel down and call him their grandmaster.

"Brilliant!"

He enthusiastically applauded the amazing magic trick.

"Alright, stop being silly. Take the hat and shake it hard."

The white-feathered chicken threw the chef's hat at Liu Zheng.

"Good weight."

He instinctively caught the hat, which nearly killed him.

Although it doesn't weigh as much as a whole ox or horse, it should still be close to a ton.

"Look how weak you are. If you went to the kitchen, you wouldn't even be able to chop a scallion."

The white-feathered chicken said disdainfully.

Your scallions are so hard, how many teeth will your guests break during one meal?

Well, the diners in this world certainly have good teeth.

"Shake it as hard as you can, the faster and with the bigger the swing, the faster your boss will get better."

The white-feathered chicken said.

Since it had said so, Liu Zheng had no choice but to use all four tentacles together to shake the chef's hat with all his might.

After shaking for a full fifteen minutes, there was finally movement inside the hat.

A thin, foamy film bulges outwards, through which the large heads of cattle and horses can be vaguely seen.

"Alright, pour it out."

The white-feathered chicken said.

Chapter 115 The Choice of the London Plane Tree

"Pour it out."

Liu Zheng was speechless.

But since the white-feathered chicken said so, he did as it was told.

The hat was swung downwards with a thud, and the bodies of the ox and horse were gradually flung out as they stretched and deformed.

He found the scene quite comical, as if he had seen this episode in "Tom and Jerry".

"grass!"

The cattle and horses started cursing as soon as they came out.