Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"You cracked your knuckles last time too, how come they grew back?"

"You're leaving the country, how can that be the same? Giving you that one finger is more expensive than ordering takeout twice."

The fisherman said through gritted teeth.

This is also the fault of that fire mage; he immediately gave him perfect quality equipment and put him to the brink of death.

His original plan was to give him a few fish with special uses, which would have been enough.

"It's alright, it's fine. Losing a finger makes it look much more unique. I'll talk to the female diver later and ask her to make you some pork rib soup to help you recover."

Liu Zheng patted the fisherman on the shoulder and said.

"If I can't get the soup made by the female divers this week, I'll make soup with your pork ribs."

The fisherman said expressionlessly.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

He'll definitely run away after this Monday, at most leaving the fisherman with some dead skin on his hooves.

"Hello, I am Dr. Nile."

The Nile doctor seized the opportunity to introduce himself.

"Just call me Fisherman."

The fisherman reached out and shook hands with him.

"You know this kid so well, why don't you help him get his brain fixed?"

The fisherman scoffed.

"Unfortunately, in his case, even if I performed brain surgery, he would quickly revert to his original state. For him, being mentally disabled is a form of completeness; this belongs to the realm of philosophy, and medicine is powerless to change it."

"Dr. Nile said in a very serious tone."

"If you two keep making fun of me, I'm going to invite Sesa and the Ama to go out and have some fun."

Liu Zheng said with an unfriendly expression.

"impossible!"

"You're dreaming!"

The two elderly fathers roared together.

"Heh, one of you needs me to treat your daughter's brain, and the other needs me to get rid of your daughter's yellow hair. What do you have to fight me with?"

He said proudly.

"Hurry up and finish your work and get out of here. I hate seeing you."

The fisherman, enraged and ashamed, said...

He swung his arm, which had transformed into a fishing rod, and fished the seaplane out of the river.

"Why is it still the same thing? I thought they would replace the equipment."

Liu Zheng complained.

"They look the same, but the gameplay is completely different. How about it, want to give it a try?"

The fisherman asked with ill intent.

"Forget it, games are the root of all evil, and we ambitious young people must resolutely resist them."

He had a righteous and awe-inspiring expression.

"Tch. Please, doctor."

The fisherman spat on the ground and then gestured to the Nile doctor in an inviting manner.

"If the surgery is successful, I will make sure the sewers feed you a ton of shit."

The Nile doctor boarded the plane and threatened Liu Zheng.

"Okay, I'll go French kiss Sesha right after I finish eating."

He said it nonchalantly.

"Fuck you!"

Even the most refined and easygoing priest was rendered speechless by Liu Zheng's foul language.

"Shut up, you."

The fisherman took a dead fish from somewhere and stuffed it into Liu Zheng's mouth.

He instinctively bit down, almost breaking all his teeth.

He raised his tentacles to try to pull them out, only to find that the dead fish's surface secreted a glue-like slime that stuck his mouth shut.

The key issue is that the slime is both smelly and fishy, ​​like herring soaked in white snake grass water and then exposed to the sun for three days.

"yue!"

Liu Zheng was so nauseated by the fumes that he gagged, but couldn't vomit. Instead, acid sprayed out of his nose.

"Deserve it!"

With his anger dispelled, Dr. Nile entered the game with a sense of joy and peace of mind.

Why do you have to do something so stupid?

After the game started, the fisherman took the stinky fish out of Liu Zheng's mouth.

"What's the difference between a life without being a fool and a salted fish? Besides, being a little foolish makes you happy, and it makes others happy too, so what's wrong with that?"

Liu Zheng took a bottle of water out of the delivery box and said while rinsing his mouth.

"I don't see why I'm happy."

The fisherman curled his lip.

"Isn't Doctor Nile quite happy?"

He smiled.

"You have to play games with a smile. If you enter a game feeling nervous, your chances of winning will decrease, right?"

"You've really put a lot of thought into this. What, are you really planning to seduce his daughter?"

The fisherman's eyes flashed.

"I just didn't want to waste such a rare item."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

Chapter 325 The Metropolitan Grand Stage: Don't Come If You're Not Sick

How long will this take?

After waiting for a while, Liu Zheng asked.

"It's hard to say, it'll probably take a few more hours."

The fisherman paused for a moment before speaking.

"Then give me something fun to do to pass the time, waiting like this is so boring."

He stretched and said.

"You're so vain! Where am I supposed to find something fun for you in the sewers?"

The fisherman rolled his eyes.

"Then get me a fishing rod, I want to fish for fun."

"Dream on! You'll never be able to fish on my turf in your entire life."

The fisherman said angrily.

That kid almost died young after his last fishing trip; he'll never be able to fish again.

"Don't worry, my luck isn't at its maximum this time."

Liu Zheng said.

"That's not OK."

The fisherman's attitude was firm.

"If there's nothing fun to do, at least get me something good to eat."

He settled for the next best option.

"Would you eat shit if it was the only thing available?"

The fisherman said expressionlessly.

"嘁~"

Liu Zheng gave him the middle finger with three tentacles.

"What are you doing?"

As they were talking, Sha-chan walked over from a distance and asked curiously.

"Nothing, just killing time. Where are you from, Brother Sha?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Oh, I just went to check on the potatoes I planted."

"Kill Sauce said."

"Can potatoes really be grown in a sewer?"

He looked shocked.

If I remember correctly, potatoes need plenty of sunlight and low humidity to grow, which isn't the case in this sewer.

Of course, most importantly, there's no soil in the sewers.

"Haha, this is my secret recipe."

"Kill Sauce said smugly."

"Since we're just killing time anyway, Brother Sha, take me to see your potatoes."

Liu Zheng laughed.

"That won't do."

Kill Sauce flatly refused.

"Brother, let's keep things separate. If you want me to fight for you, even if it's to the city hall, I won't say a word. But if you want to see my potatoes, sorry, that's not possible."

His expression was unusually serious.

"Alright, I was presumptuous."

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

Indeed, where in the metropolis are there any normal people? They're just different in their lesions.

"Oh right, Brother Sha, here's your clothes back."

He took off his dragon robe and burial clothes.

"It's okay, brother, you can take it and use it first."

"Kill Sauce said generously."

"It's not safe for such a valuable item to stay with me. I'd better return it to its rightful owner."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

The main issue is that the invulnerability effect from a single instance in a dungeon has already been used up, rendering this perfect-quality equipment largely useless.

"OK then."

Sha Jiang didn't refuse any longer and accepted the dragon robe and burial clothes.

Judging from the upturned corners of his mouth, he still really liked the cloak.