Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"If you don't listen to my advice, I won't tell you about any more good things like this in the future."

Seeing that the oxen and horses were still unconvinced, he continued.

"Humph."

The ox and horse froze for a moment, then turned their heads away.

"You too, Colonel. No matter what, Niu Ma is still my boss. Even if you don't give him face, you should at least give me face."

"It attacked you first this time, so you don't need to apologize to it. But I hope you won't speak ill of it in front of me later. The big boss has already helped me a lot, more than anyone else or even anyone else."

"Anyone who insults my boss insults me. You wouldn't want me to order takeout to be delivered to Red Ghost's place and then rent your car, would you?"

Liu Zheng then spoke to the driver.

To avoid attracting the attention of the city hall, he called the Red Ghost a Crimson Ghost, but the driver should have understood what he meant.

"If it hadn't started the trouble, I wouldn't have bothered with it. You're incredibly lucky, Niu Ma, to have so many loyal followers who genuinely consider you their boss."

The driver's tone seemed somewhat envious.

"It's a pity they all died at the hands of you bunch of kings."

Just as Niu Ma was about to unleash a string of profanities, he glanced at Liu Zheng and held back.

"That's how the world is: the strong dominate the weak, and the weak worship the strong. I'm not targeting anyone in your delivery department; I'm just eliminating all the weak equally."

the driver said.

"Hmph, then if you encounter someone stronger than you, shouldn't you be eliminated as well?"

"The ox and horse retorted."

"Of course, haven't I already been phased out? I used to be able to command armored vehicle groups to roam the plains, but now I can only be a driver to deliver takeout for you guys. If I want to have some fun, I have to rely on your cooperation. It's really pathetic."

The driver sighed.

His friendliness towards Liu Zheng stemmed not only from owing him a favor, but also from his hope that Liu Zheng would stir up more trouble and big events, allowing him to experience the thrill of war.

"Since you're so pathetic, you might as well just die. We're heading to the cemetery now, and I can lend you a dollar to buy yourself a burial plot."

The ox and horse mocked.

"Alright, stop arguing. If you keep arguing, I'll change our destination to a garbage disposal plant or the Chaos Club. If we're going to die, we'll all live!"

Liu Zheng shouted loudly.

One is a department head at the prestigious Bloody Restaurant, and the other is a living history of the same era as Red Ghost. When they argue, they're like country bumpkins, and they don't even have as many tricks up their sleeves as country bumpkins. It's utterly shameful.

"Humph!"

The ox, the horse, and the driver all grunted at the same time, then turned their heads away and ignored each other.

"Boss, get in the car!"

Liu Zheng urged.

"Go ahead and go, no need for you to urge us."

Niu Ma stepped into the sports car, and his size instantly shrank to about the same as his.

"Ugh!"

Liu Zheng sighed deeply.

Since he established himself in the metropolis, his main activities have shifted from fighting and adventure to dealing with various relationships between humans and non-humans.

The worst part is that these guys are all incredibly eccentric and impossible to mess with.

He's not just walking a tightrope, he's twisting a tightrope, and he is that tightrope himself.

Liu Zheng wished he had a big red button in his hand right now, so that pressing it would bring peace and quiet to the whole world.

Fuck Bloody Restaurant, fuck Metropolis, fuck Hell Game.

Amidst the silent exchange of insults, the Bugatti Veyron quickly arrived at the entrance to the cemetery.

"Huh? What is that?"

Liu Zheng noticed the anomaly immediately.

A red A4-sized sticker has appeared on the pillars of the archway.

He tried hard to see what was written on it, but all he could see was a blurry ink stain.

The sports car was parked only 30 meters away from the archway. With his current perception, he could clearly see the words on even a sticky note, let alone an A4 sheet of paper.

Liu Zheng knew that the person who put the sticker on him was deliberately trying to prevent him from seeing it clearly.

"Hey bro, can you even read the words on it?"

he asked.

"can not see clearly."

The ox and horse shook their heads.

"Colonel, and you?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"It should be a notice, but I can't see the details clearly."

The driver shook his head.

Why is it that the driver can see more than the cattle and horses?

"Boss, who's stronger, you or the colonel?"

he asked.

"Hmph, as long as he doesn't bring out his most treasured vehicle, I'll take the engine off his back."

"Niu Ma said confidently."

"I'm the driver, why shouldn't I drive a vehicle? Why don't you take off your horns before you fight me?"

The driver retorted.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. You're all better than me, okay?"

Seeing that another fight was about to break out, Liu Zheng quickly intervened to stop it.

"nonsense!"

"You don't have to say that!"

The oxen, horses, and driver all looked at him with disdain.

"I fucking!"

He barely managed to resist the urge to put on the cosplay outfit, use the legendary underwear, and then beat those two up.

However, we can conclude from the driver's words that even when he's driving a sports car, his performance is indeed inferior to that of an electric scooter or a bull.

The reason he saw more information was not because of his strength, but for other reasons.

So, what's the difference between the driver and the other two?

Liu Zheng's gaze swept over himself, over the cattle and horses, and then over the driver's semi-transparent body.

understood!

His eyes lit up.

"Colonel, could you please come closer and take a look at that notice?"

He made the request.

"why?"

"I suspect that only the dead or spirits like you could see the contents of that notice."

Liu Zheng shared his guess.

"Oh? Hmm, that makes sense. Okay, I'll help you with this."

After thinking for a moment, the driver nodded in agreement.

“If it were someone else, I would say we’re even. But since it was you who made the request, I’ll take it as mutual help between friends.”

He smiled and said.

"Of course, although we can't work in the same department, our friendship is as strong as your 'kitten'."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Haha, what a charming young man. If you had met me sooner, I would have recommended you to the military academy, and you could have become my assistant after graduation."

The driver laughed loudly.

"Hey~"

The ox and horse pursed their lips.

"Boss, let's get off the bus."

Liu Zheng pretended not to hear.

A man, an ox, and a horse got off the vehicle, and the driver drove the sports car alone to within a few meters of the notice.

A few minutes later, he drove back.

"So, did you see what's on it clearly?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"See clearly."

The driver nodded, but his expression was strange.

"It says that Metropolitan Cemetery is having a big promotion today, with various packages starting at 30% off, and the higher the package, the greater the discount."

"If you buy in a group, you'll enjoy an even greater discount."

"There are also discounts on cemetery specialties. Today, the first purchase of a tomb raiding project will also include a free 'ghost lighting' service."

"There's more content, but I won't read it all out. It's basically all sorts of promotional pitches."

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He didn't know what to say for a moment.

All I can say is, as expected of you, Metropolis.

"If it's a promotional event, why not let real people see it? Shouldn't most of the customers be real people?"

Liu Zheng discovered the loophole.

"Perhaps the cemetery doesn't actually want to do any promotions?"

The driver guessed.

After all, most cities value reputation quite a bit, so if they say it's a promotion, it really is a promotion.

If you try to pull a trick like raising prices first and then lowering them, and get caught, you'll often end up losing a lot of money.

Of course, it's impossible not to make money.

Regardless of the rules, businessmen always find ways to make a profit.

"Possibly. Colonel, you wait for us outside, we'll go in first."

Liu Zheng said.

"it is good."

The driver nodded.

"Let's go, boss."

He called out and got off the cart with the oxen and horses.

As he passed through the archway, Liu Zheng took a special look at the notice.

He could see the words arranged one by one, but he just couldn't make out their shapes.

This must be what they call a string of lies.