Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Sumire watched his retreating figure, touched the tear in her clothes, and her expression was uncertain.

If you can cut her clothes, you can cut her head off.

It seems that roasting a whole lamb directly is not an option; we can only fleece it little by little each time.

Sumire reached out and wiped the tear, and the bathrobe was immediately restored to its original state.

She regained her gentle smile and returned to the front desk.

"Stay away from that woman, she's a heartless monster."

Guo Kou Tangzi reminded Liu Zheng as he led him into the women's bath.

"Are you really going to eat it?"

"Really eat it."

"six."

Upon entering the women's bath, there were no other guests inside.

This was of course within his expectations, so he wasn't too disappointed.

But something still exceeded his expectations.

That is, the red dragonfly was actually taking a bath in the hot spring, and it seemed to be having a pretty good time.

"What are you doing?"

"You must be tired from hosting competitions all the time. Isn't it right for you to relax a bit?"

The red dragonfly said this with a straight face.

"Of course, of course. Would you like to soak a little longer or host the competition first?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Never mind, let's host the competition first."

The red dragonfly looked struggled, but finally flew out of the hot spring.

With a flap of its two large wings, all the water on its body was blown away.

"Welcome to the Metropolitan Soup Competition."

Red Dragonfly took out the referee's stick and spoke into the microphone on it.

"Ladies and gentlemen?"

Liu Zheng looked at himself, so he is everyone, right?

"One of the participants in this competition is Napoleon, the head chef of the Bloody Restaurant."

The red dragonfly pointed its referee stick at the hot spring, and the reflection of the white-feathered chicken immediately appeared on the water's surface.

It pursed its lips, gave a perfunctory greeting, and then blew a wing across the water.

"And there's also the former leader of the Extreme Flavor Group, Guo Kou Tang Zi."

The red dragonfly pointed its referee's stick at the pot of soup again.

"Hey, what do you mean by 'former Extreme Flavor Group'? Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation."

"I'm not happy about this," said Guo Kou Tangzi.

"Very good, both contestants are full of fighting spirit. So, who will be the champion of this soup-making competition?"

"Don't go away, I'll tell you after the commercial break."

Red Dragonfly said skillfully.

"???"

Liu Zheng looked completely bewildered.

Chapter 208 Making Soup with Heart? Whose Heart?

"No gifts this holiday season, except for the authentic Wahaha Brain Essence."

The red dragonfly extends its referee's stick, and the microphone projects the phantom of a beautifully packaged gift box.

"Frog Haha Authentic Brain Essence is made from the brain tissue of the deep-sea laughing frog. It is pure, natural, pollution-free, and highly effective."

"One bottle will strengthen your body, two bottles will nourish your yin and enhance your yang, and three bottles will make you young again and always smiling!"

"Order now and receive a free frog-skin sofa and clam-shell safe! Limited quantities available, first come, first served!"

"Order hotline: 8383838438!"

Red Dragonfly finished reciting the advertising slogan with great enthusiasm, then put away the projector with a blank expression.

"Does someone as important as you need to advertise?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"I'm not some big shot, just a referee."

The red dragonfly shook its head.

"Moreover, the main unit only provides basic equipment; we have to pay for everything else ourselves."

"It's impossible for me to work a regular job; I can only take on some advertising jobs to make a living."

It sighed and said.

"Oh, Captain, is this something you dropped on the ground?"

Liu Zheng suddenly pointed to the ground and said.

A thick stack of banknotes lay peacefully on the plain-colored wooden floor.

No, you dropped it.

The red dragonfly shook its head.

"Stop trying. As a referee, I cannot do anything that would compromise fairness and impartiality."

it said.

"I'm not a contestant now."

"That's the same."

Red Dragonfly insisted.

"If you take money to advertise for others, wouldn't that also affect fairness and impartiality?"

Liu Zheng said.

"I will not host inter-company competitions."

"What if it's a senior executive of the company or a relative of a senior executive?"

He pointed out the flaws in the red dragonfly's words.

"Then I will still ensure the fairness and impartiality of the competition."

Red Dragonfly hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Then you can treat me the same way."

Liu Zheng laughed.

"Luckily, you weren't the one who created our mind cores, otherwise we would have turned into strange things long ago. You humans are truly terrifying."

The red dragonfly was silent for a moment, then spoke sincerely.

"Making rules and finding loopholes in rules are both human nature."

"But while looking for loopholes in the rules, you are also weakening the protection the rules provide for you. So, I won't accept your money, and I won't take any more advertisements."

Suddenly, many illusory images of advertisements appeared on the referee's stick of the red dragonfly, and then they all vanished.

And each of its two pairs of wings also had a gold edge.

The red dragonfly seemed to sense something, turned around and glanced back, then a hint of joy appeared on its face.

"congratulations."

Liu Zheng didn't know what had happened, but it must be a good thing.

"I have to thank you for that, young man. Unfortunately, I have nothing to repay you with."

The red dragonfly said with some distress.

"To have someone like you in the Metropolis is already the greatest reward for me."

He smiled and said.

After all, dealing with all sorts of monsters and demons all the time is exhausting.

Although the red dragonfly isn't exactly a "good guy," it's considered relatively anthropomorphic in the metropolis.

"I said, can the competition begin now?"

Guo Kou Tangzi was getting impatient waiting on the side.

"Alright, let me get back to the competition venue. To my left is the former leader of the Extreme Flavor Group and her entry."

Red Dragonfly immediately switched back to her role, only emphasizing the pronunciation of the word "front".

"whispering sound."

Guo Kou Tangzi pursed his lips.

"So, Guokou Tangzi contestant, what is the name of your entry?"

Red Dragonfly held the microphone to her mouth.

"The name of this soup is Amaterasu Omikami-yu."

"That's what Guo Kou Tangzi said."

"A very powerful and culturally distinctive name. So, how would you evaluate your own work?"

The red dragonfly then asked.

“Great flavor, no need for too much salt.”

Guo Kou Tangzi said with a smug look on his face.

"Very confident, it made my referee's stick spin, and the applause came from the audience."

The two of them looked at Liu Zheng at the same time.

"Huh? Oh."

He quickly and vigorously stimulated his tentacles.

Fortunately, it has four tentacles, so when it swells up, it makes quite a commotion.

"Because another contestant was not good at talking, we invited its colleague to act as its representative to make the discovery."

Red Dragonfly then held the microphone in front of Liu Zheng again.

"What is the name of its entry?"

it asked.

How would I know what his name is?

Liu Zheng remained silent.

He didn't even open the pot lid to look inside, so he had no idea what was inside.

"An entry without a name is incomplete. You should help it come up with one."

Red Dragonfly insisted.

"Then let's call it 'Soup in a Million-Dollar Pot'."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

"Excellent! A very simple yet bold name, this is probably the corporate culture of Bloody Restaurant. Let's give a big round of applause for this representative's creativity."

The red dragonfly said loudly.