Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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"This is a legendary author in the field of novels. His novel 'Ammon and His Monocle' was the best-selling novel in Metropolitan last year."

The novelist introduced it to him.

Liu Zheng nodded to indicate that he remembered, but did not take it to heart.

Even when he was writing online novels in real life, he had nothing to do with these top authors, let alone now that he's just a food delivery worker.

"In the first half of the year, our Writers Association members provided ample intellectual nourishment for the citizens of the metropolis and also provided a solid guarantee for the order of the metropolis. The City Hall sent a special letter to commend us and awarded us."

"As is customary, before the ball begins, we will hold a competition as an appetizer, and the prizes from the city hall will be used as prizes for the competition."

"I will decide the format of the competition later by drawing lots on site."

As for now...

The black cat paused for a moment, then looked around at the rows of seats in the Colosseum.

It had a smile on its lips and a peaceful gaze.

However, all the authors it swept over took a solemn look.

After all, this is a top author in the field of novels.

If we limit the timeframe to the last few years, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the number one writer of long novels.

“I know that we writers usually prefer to stay at home and don’t like socializing.”

"So, before the competition starts, I'll give you fifteen minutes to get to know each other."

"Alright, everyone, don't be shy, let's begin."

After the black cat finished speaking, it led the way to the first row of the audience seats.

Its presence enlivened the atmosphere in the Colosseum.

Some left their seats to find authors they knew, while others struck up conversations with the authors next to them.

"Are you going to see someone you know?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No need, senior."

The novelist shook his head.

She has no connections in the field of novels, and as for short stories, that's a thing of the past.

But instead of seeking out others, others come to her.

"Isn't that Izanami? How come after just a few days, she's only able to stand at the ball?"

A sarcastic voice rang out behind Liu Zheng.

He turned around abruptly, but did not see the person who had spoken.

Two minutes later, the person who spoke slowly walked up to them.

This was a woman dressed in a five-colored twelve-layered kimono, with a round, full-moon-like face covered in thick lead powder, and her lips stained red with unknown blood, resembling a demon.

Her long hair cascaded down to the ground like a waterfall, but her eyebrows were just two small tufts, like two broad beans.

Of course, you can't say it's ugly; you can only say it doesn't fit Liu Zheng's aesthetic.

Noticing his subtle gaze, the novelist revealed a satisfied expression.

The twelve single women also noticed Liu Zheng's gaze and glared at him.

In a daze, Liu Zheng seemed to see two one-horned demons, one green and one red, emerge from her eyes and pounce on him.

The two evil spirits, green and red, grew taller as they faced the wind, until they reached the height of a two-story building.

One held a wooden mallet, and the other held an iron hammer, which smashed down on him.

Chapter 220 Brother Kong is benevolent and righteous, Brother Meng is righteous and benevolent.

Faced with the sudden attack, Liu Zheng was stunned, as if he had been frightened into a daze.

"Senior, be careful."

The novelist noticed his strange behavior; his serrated forelimbs were tearing open his sleeves as if to cut everything.

However, Liu Zheng, who had been motionless just moments before, reached out his tentacles to stop her.

"It's ok."

He shook his head, then looked up ahead.

The characters “仁” (benevolence) and “义” (righteousness) appeared in his pupils, then transformed into two flames that flew out.

The flames also swelled with the wind, growing to the size of a person in the blink of an eye, before suddenly collapsing.

Amidst the splattering flames, two burly men strode out with their heads held high.

The character “仁” is depicted as a burly man wearing a headscarf and a wide-sleeved robe, with large ears and a square face.

The character “义” is depicted as a burly man wearing a headscarf and a narrow-sleeved robe, with eyebrows that reach his temples, a long face, and phoenix eyes.

“We shall not speak of strange phenomena, supernatural powers, or supernatural beings.”

The burly man with the character "Ren" spoke immediately upon seeing the two ghosts, one green and one red, his voice booming like a bell.

"If one cannot have both, one should choose righteousness over life."

Facing a demon several times his size, the burly man with the character "Yi" showed no fear and spoke in a deep voice.

Then, they swung their fists together.

The sleeves of their robes suddenly burst open, revealing their well-developed muscles.

Those sculpted, chiseled muscle lines contain a power that can still penetrate the human heart after thousands of years.

"This punch embodies thousands of years of wisdom. Can you withstand it?"

In a daze, Liu Zheng seemed to hear two burly men shouting at him.

Unfortunately, the two Japanese soldiers naturally couldn't understand it.

The wooden mallet and the iron hammer fell, hitting the fists thrown by the two men, "Ren" and "Yi".

"Buzz!"

The sound, like metal striking stone, resounded throughout the world.

Cracks appeared where the wooden mallet and iron hammer met the fist, and then shattered like an avalanche, spreading from the weapons toward the bodies of the two demons, Qing and Hong.

"Ow!"

The two ghosts, one green and one red, let out a howl like a tiger, then shattered into two wisps of ghostly mist, which were sucked back into the eyes of the Twelve Single Women.

"what!"

The twelve single women also let out a scream, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from their eyes.

But the matter was not over. "Ren" and "Yi" were furious and walked towards her step by step.

Their speed wasn't fast, but their perfect, round shape trapped the twelve single women inside, making them unable to move.

Those in positions of power who were just about to impose punishment have now become prisoners awaiting punishment.

"Sir, this is a salon ball after all. Disputes can be resolved through mediation, but fighting is not a good thing. What do you think?"

A top hat suddenly flew over, and from inside came the voice of the black cat 'Fool'.

Then, the black cat emerged from the hat, picked it up, put it on its head, and blocked the way for the Twelve Single Women.

"Senior, please stop."

The novelist also chimed in.

Since she had said so, Liu Zheng tried to take back the words "benevolence" and "righteousness".

This attempt did not go smoothly. It was already difficult enough for him to bear those two words, let them go and then take them back.

However, he still managed to slow down the progress of "Ren" and "Yi".

When the two burly men reached a meter in front of the black cat, they finally stopped and transformed back into two balls of flame, returning to Liu Zheng's eyes.

"puff!"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and then knelt on the ground.

The sword of "benevolence" in his soul penetrated further into the top of his head, while the two feet of "righteousness" on his shoulders became even heavier.

"Senior, are you okay?"

The novelist quickly helped Liu Zheng up.

"I can still hold on."

He said it with difficulty.

“Fool, we stopped after listening to you, shouldn’t you give us an explanation?”

The novelist stared at the black cat and said.

"Of course, as the host, I will not show favoritism to anyone."

The black cat nodded.

"Miss Hishishibu, I need you to explain your actions."

It looked at the twelve single women.

"He insulted me with his eyes first."

The twelve single women wiped the blood and tears from their faces and said with a wronged expression.