Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"It said there wasn't enough thread to make the uniforms."

The ox and horse translator said.

"Can I apply to order more goods?"

"Chi chi chi chi."

"It said no, the driver isn't nearing the end of his life yet."

Niu Ma continued translating.

报废

So the driver isn't actually the tank driver, but the tank itself, right?

"What if you want to source the goods yourself?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Chi chi chi chi."

"Then you have to buy it from its relatives, but its relatives have a terrible temper. If you don't know them well, they'll probably just eat it."

The ox and horse translator said.

It's either social anxiety or bipolar disorder; can't your family have any normal people?

"Do you have any token that I can take with me?"

He thought for a moment and said.

"Chi chi chi chi."

The tailor spider's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

"Yes, but it's useless. Its relatives have been even more confused since they lost a lot of money in their last investment. It's already quite good that they can recognize them."

"Then why are you still letting it take jobs? Isn't that ruining your family's reputation?"

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

The vast majority of these strange residents he encountered were rational and communicative; it was just a matter of whether they were willing to communicate with him.

"Jiji."

"There's no other way. Only they can pull out that kind of line, otherwise we would have already expelled them from our ranks."

"Please think of a way, there are plenty of delicious insect dishes."

Liu Zheng bowed.

The tailor spider seemed stunned by his Japanese-style request and remained silent for a long time.

"Chi chi chi chi."

"It said that if you help it get a whole insect feast, it can give you its shed skin to use as a disguise."

"Melting? Isn't it a spider?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

Who says spiders can't molt?

The ox and horse countered with a question.

".OK."

Anyway, he'll be going to the kitchen later, so I might as well ask him then.

"Jiji."

"Next time, just let me call directly. There's no need to tear up the clothes; it's a hassle to mend them anyway. Also, the fine for intentionally damaging work clothes is 500 yuan, which will be deducted from your salary."

Ox and Horse Translation.

"Ok."

It's only a 500 yuan fine, not to mention it's deducted from my salary.

LOL, Liu Zheng never expected to get his salary.

Another rustling sound came, and then the lounge fell silent.

"Alright, it's gone."

"The ox and horse said."

"Then I'll go to the kitchen."

Liu Zheng opened his eyes and glanced at the soup pot.

Yes, no less.

"What are you looking at? You think I'm going to drink your bathwater?"

The oxen and horses were very dissatisfied with his distrust.

"I'm afraid it will evaporate."

He made up a random excuse, then picked up the soup pot and left the lounge, heading straight for the kitchen.

As soon as you lift the curtain, a wave of heat and noise hits you.

Business seems to be doing very well today; almost all the stoves are on, and the chefs and kitchen helpers are all busy.

The white-feathered chicken, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, carrying its wings and patrolling the kitchen.

"Napoleon, I'm here."

Liu Zheng called out.

Despite his loud voice, he was still drowned out by the noise from the kitchen.

Liu Zheng strongly suspects that if he worked in such an environment for a day, he would need to get a new pair of ears.

Fortunately, the white-feathered chicken had already seen him.

It strolled over to Liu Zheng, gestured for him to squat down, and then spoke into his ear.

"What are you here for?"

"The boss said a customer ordered hot pot with baby black goat, and asked me to supply you with the ingredients."

Liu Zheng said loudly.

"You've been causing trouble again?"

"There's no way around it, food delivery is difficult."

He spread out his tentacles.

"Excuses? You're clearly just trying to cause trouble."

The white-feathered pheasant pointed out incisively.

"a ha ha ha."

Liu Zheng chuckled.

Since he's not my boss, there's no need to explain anything further.

"Then come with me to the slaughterhouse."

The white-feathered chicken said.

Larger ingredients like humans and other "dirty" ingredients are not slaughtered in the kitchen to avoid contamination.

"Head chef, do you need my help?"

The calico cat was washing vegetables when it heard their conversation. It twitched its ears, then turned its head and volunteered.

"No need, just do your own thing. The boss didn't kill him, so he won't die here with me."

The white-feathered chicken said.

Liu Zheng mouthed "thank you" to the calico cat.

"Oh. Hehe."

The calico cat licked its paws sheepishly, then continued washing the vegetables.

"follow me."

White Feather Chicken carried Liu Zheng into the kitchen.

"I heard you planted a second-hand eulogy for Britain?"

It suddenly asked.

"I'm only responsible for purchasing, not installation."

he corrected.

Liu Zheng wasn't curious how Bai Yuji knew; both Niu and Ma had informants in the customer service department, so there was no reason why Bai Yuji wouldn't.

“It bought a lot of ‘supplies’ from me, and some of them are human.”

The white-feathered chicken said.

"Do you have any white-feathered chickens?"

He asked rhetorically.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire kitchen suddenly fell silent.

Even the flames that were originally so raging seemed to have become well-behaved.

"You want to piss me off?"

The white-feathered rooster stopped and asked slowly.

It was clearly looking up at Liu Zheng, but Liu Zheng felt as if it was looking down at him, like an eagle looking down at the groundhog under its claws.

However, he had long been used to looking up.

“You’re the one trying to provoke me. Chef Napoleon, I’m just your colleague, not your subordinate. I have no obligation to satisfy your perverse tastes.”

He said calmly.

Was Liu Zheng angry? Of course he was angry.

But will he take the blame upon himself? No.

Since they have become commodities that can be purchased, the fate of those humans was already sealed.

Liu Zheng didn't know, nor did he want to know, which was more cruel: to be brutally tortured to death or to be turned into food.

He was just an ordinary person struggling to survive in the metropolis, and in order to stay alive, he was becoming more and more inhuman.

All he could do was make a note of it, and if the opportunity arose, he would tear off the dirge he had sold to Britain and stuff it into his own ass.

"You will pay the price for your insolence in a moment."

The white-feathered pheasant said coldly.

The kitchen is the most important department in Bloody Restaurant, and the head chef's authority is absolute, even towards employees in other departments.

"Please don't take offense, Head Chef. You know, my mind isn't very sharp, and I've had another episode."

Liu Zheng said with a grin.

"Why don't you try a sip of my soup first, it'll cool you down."

"Soup? You dare to make soup?"

The white-feathered pheasant looked disdainful.

As the head chef of the Bloody Restaurant, he can, to some extent, judge the skill level of others in cooking.

In its eyes, Liu Zheng's cooking skills were not even as good as the calico cat's.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

He took the soup pot out of the takeout box.

"I know without even trying that what you'll cook is just a pot of urine. Hmm?"

The white-feathered chicken gently flapped its wings, separating the aroma of the soup from the complex smells of the kitchen.