Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"This power."

Amon searched through the black cat's memories but found no corresponding information.

However, some snippets of information made him even more uneasy.

However, he did have a solution.

Since we can't beat them...

Amon took off his monocle and put it in his pocket.

The eerie black pupils returned to their clear green color.

"Amon, you bastard!"

The black cat started cursing loudly.

Chapter 230 My Loyalty to My Boss is Unwavering

Amon, who had already retreated into the depths of the black cat's soul, let out a sneer that no one else could hear.

If you can't win, of course you have to run away, otherwise, why stay and wait to die?

Escaping is shameful, but it works.

He could escape, but the black cat could not.

It could only grit its teeth and look into the depths of the red light, where Liu Zheng was still dancing.

However, his dance style has changed from the hormone-fueled disco to the passionate and vigorous Cossack dance.

On his chest, the Gold Star Tank Medal was radiating a dazzling red light.

Suddenly, Liu Zheng looked at the black cat.

The latter was so frightened that it immediately raised its tail, and all the fur on its body stood on end, as if it had been electrocuted.

"Comrade, let's dance."

Liu Zheng extended a tentacle towards the black cat, as if extending an invitation.

However, in the black cat's eyes, what he stretched out was not a tentacle, but a cannon barrel.

"do not want!"

It let out a shriek, but Liu Zheng ignored it.

He took a step forward, folded his body downwards, and then, using his left hoof as a pivot, spun forward three and a half times before simultaneously extending all four tentacles.

"Snapped!"

The sound, like a whip, lashed at the black cat's heart.

In its eyes, the four cannons simultaneously fired red orbs of light like the sun, which then suddenly expanded.

"boom!"

The tank on the Gold Star Medal trembled, and its brilliant, pure red light pierced through the black mist and blood mist, and also shattered the gospel.

All the authors present felt as if their souls had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Authors with red feathers or less fainted immediately, while those with gold feathers or more also experienced a sudden blackout.

Liu Zheng, however, was completely oblivious. He pulled the dizzy black cat and started dancing, ignoring the cat's utterly lifeless expression.

Beat after beat, the black cat followed his movements, fluttering up and down like tassels on the sleeves of a dance skirt.

The novelist on the other side also seemed utterly despondent; the illusory figure behind her had long since dissipated, and her eyes had returned to their original green.

She never expected that after she managed to fend off that vixen, Hii ​​Shikibu, a cat would steal her spot in the dance.

If the novelist hadn't known that Liu Zheng was currently in an abnormal state, he would have seriously questioned whether his XP was abnormal.

Finally, the music came to an end, and Liu Zheng's eyes gradually regained their clarity.

A sense of ease he had never experienced before made his feet feel light, but the weariness of his soul made his steps heavy.

The feeling was like the post-coital sage mode after a thoroughly enjoyable lovemaking session.

"Did I win? Let's start the next round."

Looking at the now-defunct Hiirobu, Liu Zheng said with some lingering satisfaction.

As expected of a young person with excellent physical condition, they recover very quickly.

The black cat broke free from his grasp and jumped back onto the stage.

There will be no next match.

It looked at the authors, who were now all lying around, and said helplessly.

How can we have a dance battle when they're like this? We can't exactly bring them up here.

but

It looked around the arena; the black mist in the square had now been completely dissipated, leaving it clean and refreshing.

Although the process was a bit thrilling and exciting, the goal of the dance battle was achieved, and the effect was outstanding.

"That's it? How come none of you can jump?"

Liu Zheng said disappointedly.

"After all, it's a writers' association, not a dance association."

The black cat said against its conscience.

It discovered that Liu Zheng seemed unaware of what had happened, so it didn't tell him the truth.

After all, it's quite embarrassing that a group of authors' negative thoughts couldn't overwhelm a newcomer like him.

Strictly speaking, an author's negative thoughts and inspirations are often directly proportional.

The more negative thoughts an author has, the stronger their perception is.

Whether it's the emotional style or another school of thought, perception is a very important ability.

The fact that this delivery driver has so many negative thoughts suggests that he has either experienced a very difficult life or has exceptional perception.

Regardless of the method, both are great aids to becoming a great author.

Thinking of this, the black cat's smile became even more fervent.

"I wonder if Mr. Takeout would be interested in joining our Writers' Association? I can submit my application to the president right now."

"Mr. Fool, please don't test me. I am absolutely loyal to the restaurant, especially to my boss."

Liu Zheng was tempted for 0.1 seconds, then spoke with righteous indignation.

"Uh, actually the 'quill pen' club has a privacy protection mechanism."

The black cat said somewhat awkwardly.

"This is the truth, whether my boss hears it or not."

His tone became even more impassioned.

"Uh, alright. It seems the working conditions at your Bloody Restaurant aren't very good."

The black cat looked at him with pity.

Liu remained expressionless, but nodded slightly in agreement.

"The ball is now over. You two may leave."

The black cat spoke to the two of them.

Although Liu Zheng made a mess of the dance, the result was good.

So the black cat chose to pretend nothing had happened, neither rewarding nor punishing the cat.

Although Liu Zheng didn't know what had happened, he knew something was wrong when he saw the authors lying all over the ground.

"Then let's go."

He looked at the novelist.

"Okay, senior."

The novelist readily agreed and then extended a hand.

"what?"

Liu Zheng was taken aback for a moment, but still reached out and took her hand.

The stage slowly descended, and the two walked towards the suddenly appearing exit.

"Okay, stop pretending to be dead."

After the two left, the black cat said to the shrew.

Just moments ago, Hii ​​Shikibu was like a statue, but she immediately came to life and did a stretching exercise.

"So that's why you contacted me before and told me not to be surprised no matter what happens."

"That's what the black cat said."

"Yes, the Fool acted really well."

"Hishibu said with a smile."

Her smile was charming and lovely, completely unlike her previous sharp and sarcastic demeanor.

"I was just hosting normally; your acting skills are truly superb."

The black cat said calmly.

Although it did not expose them, it does not mean that it condones this behavior.

Liu Zheng is not a member of the Writers Association, so if he causes trouble, they won't hold him accountable.

But since both Hishikibu and the novelist are members of the Writers' Association and are Golden Feather authors, it was very unhappy that they had caused such a big mess.

If we look at it the worst, are the two of them deliberately digging a pit for it to fall into?

Of course, Kuroko and Hiiroshibu were quite familiar with each other, and Kuroko knew she wouldn't be foolish enough to do that.

However, we still need to make our stance clear.

"After all, we were both in the drama club in college."

Hishibu chuckled.

“I will ask the association to impose a fine of three million on you, and then confine you in the association’s little black room for a week to write. Do you agree to that?”

"The black cat asked."

"Recognition."

"That's what Hii Shikibu said bluntly."

"As for the novelist's punishment, it's the same as yours: a fine plus two million. You're in charge of informing her."

"The black cat said again."

“I’m fined, but could I put her in the dark room for her? She still has to chase men.”

"That's what Hii Shikibu said casually."

Chapter 231 London Plane Tree: Quickly cover my tree rings with your things.

"impossible."

The black cat flatly refused.

They even lock people up in dark rooms for others. If this becomes the norm, how will we manage things in the future?

"Okay, could we postpone it for a while? After today, it's a window of opportunity for our relationship to blossom, and it would be a shame to waste it."

"Hishikibu pleaded again."

"Well, what do you guys think?"

The black cat looked at the platinum authors who had recovered.