Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Liu Zheng said.

He hasn't done a bunch of side quests yet; if he hadn't already come all this way, he wouldn't have bothered taking on this job.

However, a target of ten million is still worth putting in a little more effort.

"Heh, then let's talk again once you get the goods. Now you can get lost."

The shop assistant said bluntly.

"Wait a moment."

"What else do you want to say?"

Another clerk asked impatiently.

"Oh, I'm not looking for you. I just wanted to buy some coffee."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Hmph, as expected of the people from the Bloody Restaurant, they're all so annoying."

The blood curtain receded into a blood spring and was drawn back into the heart.

A shop assistant took out a roll of electrical tape and patched the wound.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

The first clerk asked politely.

"I don't want this, this, and this. Give me three of each of the rest."

Liu Zhenghao said with great enthusiasm.

He has returned victorious this time, and should celebrate.

"Sigh~"

A dozen minutes later, he emerged from the coffee shop with his skin peeled off.

Liu Zheng had no idea what had gotten into the general manager, who wanted to set such a tipping standard.

He had no idea who else was buying this lousy coffee besides himself.

Arriving at the main entrance of the Xihe Center, he strode in with his head held high.

Actually, this trip was also to test the waters, since the center of Xihe is also within the Peacock's sphere of influence.

If Peacock still has no intention of letting Liu Zheng go, then the property management of Xihe Center will also take corresponding actions.

It's safer to be bothered in the center of the West River than to be bothered by the peacock himself.

As he entered the gate, the security guard, who was reading a newspaper, looked up and glanced at him.

Of course, it's not what it used to be.

Where is the security guard?

Liu Zheng asked.

"Which security guard was it before?"

The security guard countered.

"It's the one in front of you, the one who used to be an editor."

He said.

"Why should I tell you?"

The security guard lowered his head again.

Who dropped their money on the ground?

Liu Zheng's hand slipped, and two banknotes fell onto the security guard's big leather shoes.

"I saw it, this is the one you dropped. I don't know about this one, I'll keep it for now and find the owner after we review the security footage."

The security guard bent down, picked up the banknote, and returned one to him.

"Ok?"

The security guard's actions completely baffled Liu Zheng.

Either don't accept it at all, or accept it all. What's the point of accepting only half?

"He committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

"That's what the security guard said."

"Suicide? Why would we need to play that game here?"

He scoffed.

In metropolitan areas, almost every company has the power of life and death over its employees; the only difference is the number of rules they follow.

That security guard's behavior would be enough to warrant the death penalty in any company.

"To be precise, he self-destructed. If his self-destruction hadn't disrupted the office building's defense system, that troublemaking deliveryman wouldn't have escaped either."

The security guard gave him a meaningful look.

"Really? That's a real shame."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

Such people are extremely rare in the metropolis; every one who dies is one less available.

"Due to the previous incident, this office building has strengthened its property management. All delivery drivers must go through security checks to enter the building."

The security guard continued.

"How does the security check work?"

he asked.

"Go into that room, there are people specifically in charge of security checks."

The security guard pointed to the other side and said.

When Liu Zheng looked, he saw that the walls and facilities that had been damaged by the tank had been repaired, and a door had been added where the wall had been.

Do delivery drivers from restaurants that don't serve bloody food also have to undergo security checks?

he asked.

"Of course, this is a normal measure to strengthen security management, and it is not targeted at anyone."

The security guard replied.

"Yeah, I believe it."

"If you are carrying a lethal weapon, it is best to store it elsewhere beforehand. Security in this office building is very strict; even banknotes folded into the shape of a gun will be confiscated."

The security guard emphasized the word "paper money".

"Ok?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

He's so familiar with this line that he understands it without me even having to emphasize it.

But why did the security guard help him?

"I'm not here to deliver food, I'm here to discuss business."

Liu Zheng said.

"Which room to go to? Who to see? What to talk about?"

The security guard opened his notebook and bombarded him with questions.

"Go to 403 and find Wang Manni. I didn't get enough of her last time, so I came here specifically to stab her again."

He said with a smile.

"Wait, I need to verify this."

The security guard picked up the phone on the table.

"Hello, is this Manager Wang? There's a delivery guy downstairs who says he's going to come up and stab you, to give you another round of pleasure."

he shouted.

"okay, I get it."

The security guard put down the phone.

"Alright, you can go now."

He walked to the turnstile and swiped Liu Zheng's access card.

"Remember, don't wander around once you're up there, they're all watching you."

He pointed to the ceiling and said sternly.

"remember."

Liu Zheng's hand slipped, and a stack of banknotes fell to the ground. This time, he didn't say anything.

After he passed through the turnstile, the security guard silently picked up the banknotes and put them into his peaked cap.

Once inside the elevator, the elevator operator had changed; this time, it was replaced by someone with a hyper-realistic face.

Where is Jennifer?

Liu Zheng frowned and asked.

Was he not stabbed hard enough last time, and now he's been discovered?

Which floor would you like to go to?

The elevator operator gave a perfunctory smile.

"answer my question."

he asked coldly.

Which floor would you like to go to?

“Answer my question, or your face will turn just like mine.”

Liu Zheng pulled out a boning knife and slashed his face.

The newly grown skin on his face was scraped off again, and blood dripped onto the elevator floor.

Which floor would you like to go to?

The elevator operator asked, shrinking back.

"Or do you want to change your face to this one?"

Liu Zheng had a sudden inspiration and took out the takeout bag.

"She resigned."

The elevator operator's eyes lit up, and he whispered.

"Ok?"

"She really did resign; she brought it up herself. Luckily, she resigned early, otherwise she would have had trouble with the subsequent internal investigation."

The elevator operator quickly said.

"Do you know where she went after she resigned?"

he asked.

"I think we went back to the old town? I'm not really sure."

"The elevator operator thought for a moment and said."

"Very good. Here you go."

Liu Zheng threw the takeout bag at the elevator operator's face.

The elevator operator screamed, then hugged the takeout bag tightly, looking blissful.

Which floor would you like to go to?