Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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"Furthermore, newborns will bear the mark of the person who gave birth to them. If you have any skills, show them now."

"If you can help them produce excellent offspring, they will naturally reward you."

Eight said.

"brand?"

Liu Zheng glanced at the tentacles hidden under the lingerie.

To be honest, he has quite a few marks on him now, and each one is more significant than the last.

First, the golden skull mark can be ruled out.

Liu Zheng didn't even dare to imagine what kind of things the Chaos Club, which even the city hall couldn't handle, would spawn from its influence.

He's only here to rescue people, not to wipe out the whole family.

Then there's the Venus Tank Medal, which is also a big problem.

Red Ghost harbored no ill will toward him, but the city hall did.

He usually wore his medals everywhere he went, and the city hall turned a blind eye.

If a large army of red thugs were to actually be formed, the Public Security Bureau and the Special Operations Group would be there to suppress them.

Secondly, there's the Scarlet Witch Board Game Hall's imprint; that's worth a try.

Although the Scarlet Witch is a big shot, running a business like this shouldn't be too dangerous, especially since she has a partnership with the city hall.

Moreover, her strength is clearly inferior to that of Si Xue and Kong Que.

Just look at her subordinates: an ama (female diver) and a vampire girl, both of them are easy to deal with.

Even Liu Zheng himself, if he didn't care about his life, could beat the two of them up.

While the subordinates' abilities aren't entirely tied to the boss's, they can still be a reflection of his capabilities.

Moreover, Nightingale dared to patronize the host of the board game arcade and even planned to open her own board game store to steal business. If the board game arcade had the status of several major landmarks, she would never have dared to do that.

Like the Bloody Restaurant, forget about competing with it for business. The last legendary deliveryman who supposedly tried to challenge it is now buried under a tree.

As for the other marks he knew or didn't know, Liu Zheng was too lazy to count them.

One bug is a bug, but a bunch of bugs can work.

Since he's still alive and kicking, it means they can coexist peacefully for the time being.

These marks should be removed after the copy is settled.

If it can't be eliminated, then it can't be eliminated.

As long as he's not dead.

Having spent so long in the metropolis, Liu Zheng no longer expects anything more.

After thinking for a while, he decided to use the mark of the Great Sun Noble.

First of all, the brand was obtained by Liu Zheng using the embers of the Ra, which made the process relatively fair and just.

Secondly, Amaterasu Omikami is considered a righteous god. Since he wasn't killed on the spot after being spied on, he wouldn't pursue the matter further.

Finally, Amaterasu Omikami and the atmosphere of the Hyakki Yagyō (Hyakki Yagyō) bathhouse are a good match, and she personally permitted the use of her mark.

"Please, Great Sun God, appear."

Liu Zheng silently repeated it three times in his mind, and the phantom of a golden magatama gradually appeared in his right eye.

"what?!"

Hachijo, who was busy adding medicinal herbs to the copper kettle, suddenly turned around, his pupils widening as if they were larger than coal.

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"call!"

Liu Zheng swung the iron hammer, and a faint halo of light appeared behind his head.

The black balls held hands again, huddled together, like a five-colored millstone.

"what!"

The hammer slammed down, striking the center of the five-colored millstone.

"Crack!"

A sound like shattering glass rang out, and all the black lumps shattered, splitting into smaller lumps of varying sizes.

The fewest are two, the most are four.

These black lumps were otherwise no different from before, but each of them had a thin ring of golden light on its head, making it look like it was wearing a crown.

Their eyes also changed from beady to golden tomoe, but they were very blurry, like they had cataracts.

"Chirp~ Chirp~ Chirp~"

The newborn black lumps hopped around Liu Zheng's feet, like a group of chicks playing around their mother hen.

Some of the bolder black lumps even crawled up his feet to the top of his head and nestled in his hair.

"Grandpa Hachijo, aren't you going to do anything about it? They're going to start tearing the house apart in a bit."

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

"What do I care? You're their mother."

As he spoke, Hachijo jumped down from the platform.

"With such pure solar power, we won't need so much firewood to start a big fire in the future."

He picked up a black ball, examined it for a moment, and then said.

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Very good. Kid, where does the power of the sun god within you come from?"

Eight questions were asked.

"The old man doesn't recognize him?"

Liu Zheng asked in surprise.

He thought Hachijo recognized him, which was why he shouted so loudly.

"I am an old man with limited knowledge, and I humbly request Your Excellency's guidance."

Hachijo thought he was mocking him and said sarcastically.

"If you can't recognize it, then I won't tell you. That person didn't tell me if I could tell others."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

After all, he had witnessed the person bathing. Although he was shrouded in light and couldn't see clearly, he had still committed the sin of spying on a deity.

It was already lucky that Da Ri Gui didn't kill him; instead, he went around publicizing his utterly suicidal behavior.

"Then I'll only ask you one question, and you'd better tell the truth."

Eighth Brother stared at Liu Zheng and said.

In his remaining hands, he somehow found himself holding tools such as wrenches, pliers, fire tongs, and copper pipes.

"You ask."

Liu Zheng nodded.

He had somehow found himself holding a butcher's knife and a delivery slip in his hands.

What brings you to the bathhouse?

"Before I answer your question, I also have a question to ask."

He did not answer directly.

"I asked you first."

Eight deep voices.

There's an old saying in my hometown: "The latecomer surpasses the former."

"Kid, you don't think I'm too old to fight, do you?"

Eight frowned deeply, a cold glint flashing in their cloudy eyes.

"Old man, if I want to leave, you can't stop me. If you want to die, I can't stop you either."

"There aren't many good people left in the metropolis. Wouldn't it be better if we all just lived our lives well?"

Liu Zheng said calmly.

Even if a fight breaks out, he is not afraid of his opponent.

Although Hachijo's strength is unfathomable, he still has cosplay outfits at his disposal.

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Hachiko stared at him, the wrinkles on his face deepening.

Liu Zheng kept his head down, avoiding eye contact, but exuded an aura of unyielding determination.

Yoko watched nervously from the side. One was a cold-faced but warm-hearted elder, and the other was a newcomer who seemed promising. They were chatting happily just a moment ago, so how did they suddenly become so tense?

But having worked in the Service Department for so many years, she wasn't some clueless idiot who didn't understand the atmosphere.

So she said nothing and simply retreated to a distance.

"ask."

After a brief standoff, eight cold lines appeared.

"Can she see or hear anything here?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Who? Oh, she doesn't usually pay attention to me."

Hachijo thought for a moment and then said.

He was a neutral figure at the Hyakki Yagyō Bathhouse, only wanting to coast until retirement.

However, he is very powerful and holds a crucial position, so even Yubaba is unwilling to provoke him.

"Then I'll tell you, I'm here to save people."

Liu Zheng confessed.