Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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Do you remember the first point I made to you?

"The big white goose asked."

"Hide your incompetence?"

"That's right, your boss is the one who knows best how to hide his true abilities in this restaurant. Just stick with him, get out of other people's business, especially Li's, and you'll live a few more years without any problem."

"That's what the big white goose said."

"Of course, I always follow the lead of the big bosses."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"I hope so. By the way, are you planning to wear that uniform, or should I take it off for you?"

"The big white goose asked."

"Let's just peel them off; it's really uncomfortable to wear them layered."

"Row."

The big white goose nodded and flapped its wings.

Liu Zheng's body was cut open again, and the waiter's uniform was completely removed by the white goose.

"I have to say, your ability to regenerate flesh and blood is truly enviable."

The white goose looked at his rapidly regenerating skin and said.

"Can't you also restore your abilities?"

Just like cattle and horses, even after being badly beaten by Napoleon, they grew back to their original size in a few days.

"Some injuries are somewhere between the flesh and the bone, and these injuries are difficult to heal on their own, and sometimes they cannot be healed at all without special methods."

“But you are different. As long as it doesn’t directly injure the ‘flesh,’ your abilities can be used.”

The big white goose shook its head.

"So that's it."

No wonder the horns of cattle and horses haven't grown back yet.

"However, as useful as it is, the cost is also very high."

Liu Zheng sighed.

Being targeted by an evil god, even if it's just a glimpse of one of billions of eyes, is a terrifying thing.

"Well, there's no way around it. You always have to give something to gain something. Alright, I won't keep you any longer, you can go now."

The big white goose flapped its wings and said.

But just as Liu Zheng turned around, it called out to him again.

"Since you didn't even get a tip, here's a gift for you, so that no one will say our customer service department is stingy."

The white goose took a small porcelain bottle out of the drawer of the dressing table.

The bottle is made of blue and white porcelain, and it is decorated with a painting of ladies enjoying a spring outing.

The bottle opening was plugged with a wad of red cloth, giving it an antique look.

Name: Dianfeng Facial Cleanser

Type: Item

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: Significantly enhances the user's charm in a short period of time and repairs damage or scars on the 'face'."

"Note: The facial cleanser made by the chief makeup artist of the customer service department in Ottawa is far more effective than luxury facial cleansers on the market, but the use of raw materials is also far more daring than usual."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

"Take this with you when you go to the black market, and you can take down even the number one prostitute on the spot."

The big white goose winked and said.

"You've been to the black market too?"

"I went there when I was in the kitchen, but I haven't had the chance since I joined the customer service department."

"Even if I could go, my body can't handle it right now."

The big white goose patted its back and said regretfully.

Looking at its plump, swaying rear end, Liu Zheng found it hard to imagine how it could have in-depth exchanges with the women of different races.

Hmm, actually that seems like a good option too.

His thoughts drifted away, then he was suddenly startled.

No, no, we can't go any deeper. If we go any deeper, I'm afraid I'll lose my rationality.

"Oh, right, brother, could you please make a phone call to the British minister for me?"

Liu Zheng remembered and said.

Although Britain is unlikely to renege on its debt, it's still better to confirm it to be on the safe side.

"a piece of cake."

The white goose took out its phone and made a call.

"Minister, is there anything I can help you with?"

The British voice rang out first.

"Minister, it's like this, the new guy in the delivery department seems to need to talk to you, so I took the liberty of making this call for him."

The white goose was quite obedient.

"Okay, give him the phone."

The white goose handed the phone to Liu Zheng.

"The private room reserved for you is the Solar System. When your people arrive, just give them the name of the private room."

"Thanks"

Before Liu Zheng could finish speaking, Britain hung up the phone.

"It seems it's really busy."

"No, it's just too lazy to bother with you."

The white goose told the truth.

"Okay, after all, you can't expect everyone to like you, right?"

He shrugged.

This isn't entirely a bad thing. Next time the bull and horse demons accuse him of being a succubus, he can use Britain as a counterexample.

"No, judging from how Britain treats other delivery staff, it probably likes you quite a bit."

The big white goose shook its head.

"Uh... well, I'll be going now, goodbye big brother."

Liu Zheng suddenly felt a chill and quickly ran away.

Where can you go from here?

The white goose watched his retreating figure and gently shook its head.

"From the day you entered the Bloody Restaurant, you couldn't leave this place."

Am I right or wrong?

It looked up at the ceiling and muttered to itself.

Ghost Hand lay silently in the shadows of the corner.

Chapter 129 Old Deng's Gold Coins Are Hard to Get

"Boss, I'm back."

Back in the lounge, Liu Zheng shouted.

"What are you yelling about? What are you yelling about? There are only two of you, why are you yelling?"

The ox and horse rolled their eyes.

"I'm just worried that you're getting old and your hearing isn't working well anymore."

He said with a grin.

"Bullshit, do you think I'm Ottawa?"

"Look at you, grinning like you've just eaten a moon beast cub. Got the private room?"

The ox and the horse asked.

"Even if we got it, we suffered a huge loss."

Liu Zheng briefly recounted the process.

"Hey, I didn't die and I didn't lose any money, so what's the big loss?"

The ox and horse said nonchalantly.

"I'm quite surprised that you didn't use up your commemorative medal."

It looked at Liu Zheng's chest and said.

Niu Ma was already prepared to use this as an excuse to squeeze a hefty sum out of him.

I never expected this kid to be so lucky.

"This is all thanks to the big boss. If it weren't for his men helping me, I would have had a hard time getting away."

Liu Zheng was half-flattering him.

"Of course, don't let your succubus-like behavior fool you. You haven't been here long enough. I've worked in the restaurant industry for years; my connections are far beyond yours."

"The ox and horse said proudly."

"That's that."

"However, by doing this, it will probably be exposed."

The ox and horse frowned again.

"Isn't it?"

Could Britain possibly monitor the private rooms?

“That British fellow is very cunning. And even if it has no evidence, as long as it suspects the centaurs, it will be in trouble.”

The ox and horse sighed.

"What should I do?"

"Let's see how it goes. Taking action now might alert them."

"The ox and horse said."

Even if it applies to transfer its personnel to the delivery department now, Britain will definitely kill them before the transfer is completed.