Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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Two of Bamboo appeared behind her without her noticing.

We've only known each other for a short time.

"Yaoji said calmly."

"It looks delicious. If he manages to get out of here alive, I'd like to invite him for a drink."

Er Tong watched Liu Zheng's retreating figure and said with great interest.

"You can try, but I guarantee you won't succeed."

"Yaoji sneered."

Although they had only known each other for a short while, she had an inexplicable confidence in Liu Zheng.

"Really? I don't think any man can resist my charm."

Er Tong's fingertips traced across his face, then across his collarbone and the tip of his chest.

"Even if he really is a saint, I have plenty of ways to make him degenerate into my slave."

Her smile was both alluring and dangerous.

"Go ahead and try, but you'd better not do anything underhanded today, and definitely don't bother him. Otherwise..."

"How about otherwise?"

Er Tong spoke with disdain.

“I didn’t bother to argue with you about the things you did behind my back, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do anything about it.”

Yaoji's originally kind face was now as cold as ice.

“My brother-in-law won’t help me save people, but guess what, he might help me kill someone. Oh, sorry, I forgot a word.”

"It's not killing people, it's killing scum."

Yaoji said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Okay, okay, I knew it, this is your true self."

Instead of being angry at being insulted to his face, Er Tong looked pleased.

"Come on, scold me a little more, scold me harder, and I'm going to leave."

The two of bamboo is lowered again.

"Ah."

Yaoji didn't grant her request; instead, she gave a disdainful smile and followed the massage line.

She has basically finished her work in the Service Department, and now she can actually slack off.

But Yaoji just wanted to go and see, even if it meant risking being caught in the crossfire.

How exactly is this man, who is so inexplicable in every sense, going to fulfill his promise?

"This way."

She quickened her pace, overtook the others in the massage department, and volunteered to lead the way.

Liu Tong glanced at her, then at Liu Zheng, and tacitly approved of the action.

He just needed someone to guide him, and he didn't care who that person was.

Moreover, Liu Tong had heard about the One of Bamboo before, and as long as it didn't interfere with his work, he didn't mind doing the other party a favor.

Led by Yaoji, they passed through the main hall and arrived at the side hall.

In the palace-like spaciousness, there were no other superfluous decorations, only a huge bathtub carved from a single block of obsidian.

The bathhouse is at least the size of a three-bedroom apartment, and its height is about three meters.

Liu Zheng looked up but saw nothing except the yellow muddy water that kept overflowing along the edge of the bathtub.

"Look over there."

"Yaoji" said, extending his finger.

Following her finger, everyone saw two ladders and "people" climbing them.

Chapter 397 Just stand still and let me cut you once.

These "people" are still wearing the uniforms of the Service Department, but they have lost their original appearance.

Whatever they were originally, now they are just a lump of mud with hands and feet.

Where the head once stood, only an empty hole remained, from which small, messy pieces of trash were being sprayed out.

Their bodies were dripping mud downwards, like a melting candle.

These clay figures are holding wooden buckets and pouring boiling water into the bath, seemingly trying to make the water cleaner.

However, the mud and trash on them all fell into the bath, making their efforts completely counterproductive.

Besides the two on the ladder, there are six more clay figures below.

Some of them were collecting water, while others were holding wooden buckets and waiting at the bottom of the ladder.

"All of us from the Service Department, except for Er Tong and me, are here."

A hint of sadness flashed in Yaoji's eyes.

She was a nice person with powerful connections, so even in the Service Department, where backstabbing and infighting were rampant, everyone was still quite friendly to her.

Liu Zheng raised his hand in response.

"Don't say things that aren't important."

Liu Tong glanced at him and said.

"Minister Liutong, I think it's quite important."

he said seriously.

"Then tell me quickly."

"Can they turn back?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It probably can't be changed back."

The little chicken shook its head.

"Minister Liutong, I think we should destroy these clay figures."

He nodded and said to Liu Tong.

"reason."

"Judging from their actions, they have likely become Lord Ōkawaryū's puppets. But as far as I know, Lord Ōkawaryū is a benevolent god and should not need such puppets."

“If we can destroy them, perhaps we can trigger a conflict between Lord Okawa's evil and good thoughts, thereby relieving our stress.”

Liu Zheng said.

“That makes sense, but what if Lord Ōkawa gets angry because of this, putting even more pressure on us?”

Liu Tong countered with a question.

"Sister Yoko, your Service Club should have records of serving Lord Okawa Nagare, right?"

He then looked at Yaoji.

"some."

"How does the casualty rate compare to the last one?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's much taller."

Yaoji's face looked rather grim.

"really."

He nodded.

He guessed it as soon as he heard that only the two of bamboo and the one of chicken were alive.

If only one or two people survive each time, then what's the point of getting a bonus? They might as well just wait for their pension.

"Lord Okawa's situation this time may be even worse than before. Even the Service Department, which is under less pressure than us, only has two people alive. If we don't take some action, I dare to say something ominous: our Massage Department may very well be wiped out this time."

Liu Zheng said.

Liu Tong remained silent after hearing this.

The others in the massage department exchanged thoughtful glances.

Although newcomers like Liu Zheng usually don't have much say.

He had to do whatever his seniors told him to do, or else he'd be given a mental booster.

But now we're all in the same boat on the Titanic, and the facts are right in front of us, so they have no choice but to listen carefully.

"You make it sound so simple, but who will actually do it?"

"Six of Bamboo" suddenly said.

Whether these clay figures became clones of the Great River Flow or were puppets, they were all troublesome beings.

If we ignore them and each does its own thing, we can live in peace.

If you try to kill them, who knows if you'll end up being killed by them instead?

"I go."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"You? I don't believe you."

Liu Tong shook his head.

"What doesn't Minister Liu believe in me about?"

"I don't believe in your motives, nor do I believe in your abilities."

"Six of Bamboo" said bluntly.

This kid has been outstanding since we met, and now he's vying for the initiative in decision-making and even taking the initiative to step on landmines. He's far too active for a newcomer.

Such a person is either overly arrogant or has ulterior motives.

In Liu Tong's eyes, he was clearly the latter.

"I just want to finish the work as quickly as possible and survive as long as possible."

Liu Zheng explained.

“I heard you, but your business is none of our concern. Everyone here wants to live, and who knows if you’re trying to buy us time with our lives?”

Liu Tong spoke words that were utterly scathing.

"What will it take for Minister Liu to believe me?"

he asked.

Since the other party didn't directly refuse, they must still have some ideas.

"I'm going to plant a blade of grass in your heart, and if I die, it will drain you dry."

"Six of Bamboo," Liu Tong said.

"Isn't there any other way? Like a contract or something?"