Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"It said if you lose, you have to give it the delivery box."

"If you win, it will deliver a package for you for free."

Red Dragonfly translates again.

"Why would a mail delivery company need my takeout box? Are they trying to cause trouble?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"Ring ring ring, ring ring ring."

"It says that what's a takeout box in your hands can be turned into a mailbox in its hands. This box has been used for decades and it's time to replace it."

Red Dragonfly said.

"If you want to change your suitcase, just report it to your superiors yourself. I didn't steal anyone's clothes when they were torn."

"Your deadly mail delivery crews are not as law-abiding as our Bloody Restaurant."

He said disdainfully.

"Ring ring ring ring!!! Ring ring ring!!!"

The worker in work gloves rang the bicycle bell frantically, seemingly quite dissatisfied with Liu Zheng's words.

The red dragonfly simply listened from the side without translating.

What did it say?

He had no choice but to ask the question himself.

"It said."

The red dragonfly paused for a moment, seemingly organizing its thoughts.

"It said that all the logistics guys are bastards. Its bicycle bell broke down, and it was reported for more than ten years but it was never replaced. It had to go to the garbage disposal plant to find one itself, and it was almost taken apart for parts."

"I feel like it said more than just that."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"Do you dare listen to my translation?"

A cold smile appeared on Red Dragonfly's face.

"Don't dare."

He simply stated.

The rest will definitely be vulgar language about the city hall.

As an employee of a bloody restaurant, he should refrain from concerning himself with the affairs of other organizations.

"However, it's not fair to trade my delivery box for a free delivery. Right, Dragonfly Referee?"

Liu Zheng said.

Even if the Deadly Mail is official, it couldn't possibly be much more expensive than Bloody Restaurant's takeout.

Moreover, the legendary delivery box is not just valuable for a single delivery; it can even be considered priceless.

"You're right, the referee must be absolutely fair and impartial! You must offer an equal wager, or the match will be void."

The red dragonfly then spoke to the postman.

The mailman angrily rang his bicycle bell.

"No, even though we've known each other for a long time. But a competition is a competition, and as a referee, my purpose is to be a fair referee."

The red dragonfly remained unmoved.

The mailman dejectedly released the bicycle bell, his two work gloves touching, and began to think.

"Hurry up, or I'll miss my food delivery. I strongly suspect it's stalling for time and trying to influence the outcome of the game through unfair means."

Liu Zheng lodged a protest.

"Protest valid. I order you to make a decision within three minutes, or the match is void."

The red dragonfly said to the postman.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

The mailman angrily rang his bicycle bell, but the referee ignored him.

Time passed second by second, and soon three minutes would be up.

"Jingle ring! Jingle bell!"

The mailman had no choice but to ring his bicycle bell.

"It says it can provide an extra free home delivery confirmation service."

Red Dragonfly translated.

Are they of equal value?

"There is no way to give a precise evaluation, but in terms of rarity, it basically matches."

Red Dragonfly said.

"So what exactly is this door-to-door delivery and signature service?"

"It will give you a delivery slip, and as soon as you tear off the slip, it will be in front of you instantly."

Red Dragonfly explained.

"I don't see how this is equivalent to the legendary delivery box."

"My job is to ensure the game is fair; explaining the bets is not within my purview."

Red Dragonfly said.

"Oh, I see. Hey, Mr. Referee, isn't that banknote on the ground yours?"

Liu Zheng suddenly pointed to the ground and said.

"Forget it, a fair referee won't fall for that. This is your first warning; if you do it again, I'll show you a yellow card."

Red Dragonfly said with a cold face.

"I didn't tell you earlier."

He quickly picked up the banknotes.

Even landlords don't have surplus grain these days.

"By the way, why didn't you come to the fishing competition I held in the sewers last time?"

Liu Zheng remembered and asked.

“I don’t host every competition. This time, it’s because you and it have special status that we’ve arrived so timely.”

"Besides, the sewers don't welcome me either."

Red Dragonfly's tone seemed somewhat regretful.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Someone once said that the sewers don't welcome people who are too strong.

If someone like Red Dragonfly, who dares to act as a referee for others, weren't strong enough, they would have been beaten to death by the other players long ago.

"If you were to become a referee in the sewers, would there be any extra benefits?"

An idea struck him.

"Of course I do, do you have a way?"

The red dragonfly's compound eyes lit up.

"I can't guarantee anything, but I can ask around for you later. Leave your phone number, and I'll let you know if I hear anything."

Liu Zheng said.

Both Red Ghost and the Fisherman are permanent residents of the sewers, and given their combined strength, they must be far beyond what is allowed. Therefore, they must have a way of deceiving the sewers.

“I don’t have a phone. Just shout to the sky from an open field, ‘Captain Dragonfly, come and see me!’ I’ll sense it and come looking for you.”

Red Dragonfly said.

"That's okay too."

He was already used to the bizarre rules of these strange residents.

"The meaning of door-to-door delivery service is that no matter where you are or what is in front of you, the postman will appear in front of you instantly."

"Postal services can send not only physical items, but also live animals."

Red Dragonfly explained.

"Oh, then there is indeed something else."

Liu Zheng suddenly realized.

With his intelligence, it would be easy for him to figure out how to use these two services together.

For example, if you are trapped in a locked room that you can't open, you can summon a postman to carry you out of the room.

For example, when encountering a powerful enemy, you can summon a mailman to knock the enemy away and then send yourself away.

Overall, its usage is quite flexible and practical.

"But I still think it's not as good as the legendary delivery box."

Liu Zheng said stubbornly.

"Protests are futile."

Red dragonflies are cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Alright. But then again, the two sides should be fairly matched, right? It can't be a race between a long-distance running champion and someone who's completely paralyzed, can it?"

He found fault from a different angle.

"Don't worry, this referee will limit your strength to a similar level and will also prohibit you from using any external items."

Red Dragonfly said.

"Then what's the point of competing? Compare whose running form is more scientific?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Alright, get ready, the match is about to begin."

The red dragonfly gave the command.

"Ugh."

Liu Zheng stood helplessly by the starting line and got into his starting position.

"Captain Dragonfly's scrolling text!"

The red dragonfly shouted, and a strange device fell from the sky.

A rotating headlight sits on a circular base. The headlight's surface is divided into many sections, each with a different color.

A solid gold dragonfly sculpture stands atop the headlight.

"Captain Dragonfly's Referee's Baton!"

The red dragonfly shouted again, its two legs gripping a long stick with metal wings that looked like a conductor's baton or a microphone.

It waved its referee's stick, and the marquee immediately emitted multicolored light, spreading forward at the speed of light.

The cityscape bathed in light began to distort, becoming both near and far.

Meanwhile, many floating, illusory treasure chests appeared on the road, each with a black question mark engraved around its edge.

"Are the two players ready?"

The red dragonfly asked loudly.

"Ready."

"Jingle Bell!"

Liu Zheng replied together with the postman.

"Very well, I hereby declare that the competition for the fastest legend in the city shall now begin."

"Three, two, one."