Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Why do you have so many things to say? Hurry up and tell me. If you still have things to say after you finish, I'll skin you alive right here."

Napoleon said impatiently.

"Then there are two more things."

Liu Zheng changed his tune.

"explain."

"First, I want to buy a whole insect feast. Second, I want to buy a few bottles of good wine."

He said.

"Firstly, we have a whole insect banquet, but there's only one left in stock, so we can't sell it to you."

Napoleon said.

"One?"

"That's right, this insect is called 'Quan Chong' (全虫), and it's a type of insect that was purchased from outside the border. It's very rare, and there hasn't been a supply since the last shipment decades ago."

Napoleon said.

"What if I ask someone to order takeout?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You want to use your delivery box to replicate meals?"

"Yes."

He nodded in acknowledgement.

The effectiveness of the legendary takeout box should be no secret in restaurants.

"Sure. But you have to find someone who can afford the cost."

Napoleon said.

"Is the whole insect feast of very high quality?"

"Actually, it's not that high, but as I just said, any ingredient that is not available in the metropolis will become more expensive than gold, no matter how much it was originally worth. Moreover, there is only one left in stock."

"The value of this whole insect feast takeout is at least equivalent to a second-class dinner."

Napoleon said.

The first-class banquet corresponds to a galaxy-level private room, while the second-class banquet corresponds to a planet-level private room.

Recalling his previous experience of having his intestines eaten by his pajama-clad friend, Liu Zheng felt a chill run down his spine.

Could you be more specific about the cost?

Liu Zheng asked.

"You should go back and ask the ox and horse; they should know more about this than I do."

Napoleon shook his head.

"Okay, so what's the second thing?"

"I won't sell it either. I've already repaid the favor I owed you."

Napoleon said this with malice.

"whispering sound."

He knew that the fat chicken still held a grudge.

But it doesn't matter, we can just have cattle and horses buy it later. Let them take the kickbacks.

You can't get a plane tree if you don't accept kickbacks.

"You talk too much, it's affecting my performance."

Napoleon suddenly flapped his wings, and a hidden glint of cold light flashed and disappeared.

Liu Zheng only felt a cool sensation in his mouth before his tongue was already in Napoleon's hands.

"What a fast knife."

He was a little shocked.

The speed of the knife was secondary; the key question was how Napoleon managed to cut off his tongue without injuring his mouth.

You should know that Liu Zheng had kept his mouth shut.

Seeing the shock in his eyes, Napoleon smiled smugly.

This human is always causing trouble outside, and thinks he's some kind of big shot.

It wanted to make him understand that in the kitchen, whether it's a dragon or a tiger, it's nothing more than a dish in its pot.

"Walk."

Napoleon grabbed Liu Zheng and headed straight for the slaughterhouse.

The slaughterhouse at the Bloody Restaurant looks very similar to the slaughterhouse in Oink; it's unclear who copied whom.

It threw Liu Zheng onto the slaughter table, and the latter was immediately unable to move.

"Speak up, weren't you quite the talker just now?"

Napoleon looked at Liu Zheng, who was staring straight at him, and mocked him.

"I've only ever heard of beef tongue being used in hot pot, I've never heard of lamb tongue being used in hot pot."

Liu Zheng did indeed speak, though his pronunciation was somewhat unclear.

Napoleon's face darkened; he had forgotten that the young man had heard the Gospel.

"Not only can you cook lamb tongue in hot pot, but you can cook other parts of your body too. You'll find out soon enough."

It gripped a tiny, thin knife and plunged it between Liu Zheng's legs.

I took a hot shower, but my cold got worse. Tomorrow...

Chapter 176 Sliced ​​Pork Kidney Slices: I've eaten pork kidney slices before, but this is the first time I've ever seen them.

Just before the knife tip touched the burial surface, the knife suddenly flicked upwards, and a piece of burial meat as thin as the blade was peeled off.

The white-feathered chicken picked up the plate next to it and caught the falling piece of meat.

"I've only ever heard of 'pianyaohua' (a type of skewer), this is the first time I've ever seen 'pianyaohua'."

Liu Zheng complained.

He didn't care about being buried alive, since he could live a long life anyway.

Even if they can't grow, it doesn't really matter. In this world, females, whether they look human or not, are all ruthless and heartless.

What happens after you clear the dungeon?

Since the system can cure "flesh and blood deformities," it should also be able to cure eunuchs, right?

"I can also make a piece of brain."

The white-feathered rooster said ominously.

"That won't do, brains can't be regenerated."

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

The white-feathered chicken waved the knife back and forth over his head.

"Okay, then go ahead and cut it."

Liu showed no fear.

"Do you think she'd respond if I called her 'boss' right now?"

"So what if I agreed? Do you think the boss values ​​you that much?"

The white-feathered chicken sneered.

"I don't know if she values ​​it or not, but she said she would give me a reward for the last time I gave her the testicles in the sewer."

"And all I want is for you to sit at the table with me. Fish and mutton stew is a famous dish, and chicken and mutton stew should be good too."

he said with a smile.

"Hmph, daydreaming."

The white-feathered chicken, with its blade pointing downwards, sliced ​​off two pieces of cheek flesh.

The slaughtering process was unremarkable and not worth mentioning.

The white-feathered chicken didn't actually slice off his brain, nor did it slice off his internal organs and entrails.

It seems that he was just trying to scare Liu Zheng and make him look foolish.

Unfortunately, he had seen it all in countless battles, and this kind of simple physical damage could no longer break through his threshold.

It took a full half hour to cut the white-feathered chicken into the required amount of meat.

There are a total of 9,999 pieces, covering various body parts.

When placed on a plate, they look like translucent fish scales.

The price was that Liu Zheng's size shrank by two-thirds, turning him into a non-human version of Conan.

"Alright, you can get lost now."

The white-feathered rooster swatted him away like it was swatting a fly.

"At least give me some employee meal allowance."

Liu Zheng protested.

"Even landlords know to give their farmhands some big fish and meat during the New Year."

"I'm not your landlord. If you're so capable, go ask the boss for it."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"Then forget it. The boss is very busy, so let's not bother her with such a small matter."

He smiled awkwardly.

The main problem is that Si Xue is probably still busy suppressing that snowflake right now. If he goes to find her now, he'll probably be dead as soon as he opens the elevator door.

"Hmph, then you can just obediently be a dwarf. Besides, won't Salmon give you some dried fish later?"

The white-feathered chicken said.

Liu Zheng looked up at the sky.

White Feather Chicken was well aware of his relationship with the calico cat.

But while it could say so, Liu Zheng couldn't respond, otherwise he would be setting a trap for the calico cat.

As soon as they left the slaughterhouse, the calico cat dragged a bag over.

"Liu Zheng, when are you going fishing again? I don't have any ingredients to make dried fish."

It asked with an expectant look on its face.

Liu Zheng opened the bag and glanced inside; it was indeed much less than last time.

“Indeed, if you go down into the sewers again, bring back some big fish, any kind.”

The white-feathered chicken also spoke up after hearing this.

"Then a whole insect feast and fine wine?"

He took advantage of the situation.

"Impossible. Although there are no fresh sewer fish left, there are still plenty of processed frozen fish. If you think you can control me with this, wait until next month."

Next month, next month Liu Zheng will say goodbye to this shitty metropolis.

These guys just know how to give him empty promises.

"I've got it. I'm off."

Liu Zheng rubbed the calico cat's head, then left the kitchen under its owner's wary gaze.