Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Then have you found it?"

"No, it doesn't see me."

He shrugged.

"Hahaha, you deserve it."

The fisherman gloated.

"What are you laughing at? If it won't help, then I'll have to ask you for help."

Liu Zheng told him about borrowing luck.

"You've come to the wrong person."

The fisherman shook his head.

"I also think so. You look like you're having a run of bad luck."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Bullshit! You're the one with the ugly face."

The fisherman cursed.

"Then why can't you lend it to me?"

"My luck is now connected to the sewers, and the sewers' luck is connected to the metropolis."

"Let's not even talk about whether you can borrow it or not. Even if you could, you wouldn't be able to afford it."

"That's what the fisherman said."

"That's not necessarily the case."

He said with some confidence.

Putting aside the numerous official seals he carries, there's an even deeper, more unfathomable hellish game behind him.

"Fine, even if you can afford it. The moment you borrow the luck, the city hall will come and make you cough it up with interest."

The fisherman sneered.

They even dare to take advantage of the Metropolitan's fortune, truly acting as if they are the illegitimate son of the Supreme Council Speaker.

"Tch. If you're not going to help, then forget it."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Who said I wouldn't help?"

"Oh? What brilliant plan does Father-in-law have?"

His attitude immediately became respectful, and he even changed to what he thought was a more intimate form of address.

"If you keep yelling, I'll make you eat all the shit that those fly-men didn't finish eating last time."

The fisherman said in a sinister tone.

"Father of the female diver, do you have any good ideas?"

Liu Zheng readily accepted good advice.

"Every time you have to do something stupid, I start to wonder if you've learned some kind of stupidity-based ability that makes you stronger."

The fisherman glared at him.

"Being a jerk is good for your physical and mental health. Tell me quickly."

“I know someone whose luck keeps fluctuating between very good and very bad. If you get him to write a funeral couplet when he’s having the best luck, you can borrow his good luck.”

"That's what the fisherman said."

"There really is such a superhuman? Would he be willing to help?"

"I don't know about that. I'm not very familiar with him; we've only gone fishing together a few times. But I always felt that his good luck and bad luck were intertwined. If you could get rid of his good luck, his bad luck would disappear as well. If you can convince him of that, he should be willing to help."

"After all, it's quite annoying when luck is on your side."

For example, you just caught two rare big fish, and then the sanitation department came and caught them red-handed. Who could stand that?

"Then could you make a phone call and let me know?"

“I don’t have his phone number, but I can prepare a gift for your visit.”

As the fisherman spoke, he reached into the river and stirred it around for a while, finally pulling out a bucket of pink worms.

Although it is called an insect, its body is smooth and it has long, thin fleshy antennae on both sides of its head, making it seven or even eight parts similar to a loach.

"What is this?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What else could it be but my secret bait? This bait is designed to catch big fish, and it can even kill smaller fish. No angler dislikes it."

The fisherman said proudly.

"They're all fishermen, do you think the pond owner might know him?"

He suddenly thought.

"It's possible. He looks like a middle-aged man. But in the metropolis, appearance is often not a reliable indicator of age."

"That's what the fisherman said."

"I'll ask him later. Where's Brother Sha?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"He went for a stroll, saying he plans to explore the entire sewer system and make a map to give to you later."

"Brother Sha is so kind."

he sighed.

"This person is indeed a good one. However, getting too close to him might not be a good thing."

"That's what the fisherman said."

"Why do you say that?"

“You look pretty old-fashioned now, but who knows what you’ll become in the future. But as long as you don’t bully me and the female divers, I don’t care if you kill, set fires, rape, and kidnap every day.”

"But Killer Sauce is different. He will definitely be heartbroken and take the initiative to persuade you to turn over a new leaf. If you are truly beyond redemption, he will even kill your own family for the greater good."

"That's what the fisherman said."

"Don't say it, it's true."

Liu Zheng smacked his lips.

"Are you afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of? He's the one who has to put aside his own family for the greater good."

If he were to go astray, Red Ghost would kill him first.

"gone."

He greeted them and carried the bait out of the sewer.

"Head Chef, could you please let Salmon answer the phone?"

Liu Zheng called Napoleon and spoke cautiously.

"My commission?"

"Preparations are already underway. My search for salmon is related to the commission."

He explained quickly.

"You better be."

The white-feathered chicken spoke in an unfriendly tone, then handed the phone to the calico cat.

"Liu Zheng, what do you want from me?"

The calico cat sounded very happy.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. It doesn't even have a cell phone, which means that no one usually contacts it.

"Salmon, wake up your owner for me. I have something to ask it."

Liu Zheng said indulgently.

"Okay meow."

The calico cat wasn't disappointed; instead, it obediently closed its eyes.

"What?"

The pond owner surfaced, looking impatient, and asked.

Do you know someone whose luck constantly fluctuates between extremely good and extremely bad?

He got straight to the point and asked.

"Hmm, I think I know him."

The pond owner thought for a while before speaking.

Given its current parasitic state, neither human nor ghost, it's a miracle if it can even retain its hard drive capacity; don't expect any speed improvements.

"I want to borrow his good fortune."

Liu Zheng told it everything that had happened, including the fisherman's speculations.

"The newcomer's guess should be right. I also think his good luck and bad luck are intertwined."

After listening, the pond owner said...

"That's great."

Since both the fisherman and the pond owner say so, it must be pretty much true.

"What's so great about it? What makes you think he'll agree to it just because of that?"

The pond owner poured cold water on him.

Chapter 549 The swordsmith sacrifices himself for the sword, and the swordsmith helps the swordsmith with his life.

"Huh? If I help him solve the problem, would he really refuse?"

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

"What's a problem in your eyes might not be a problem in someone else's. Let me ask you, would you choose to drink river water for every meal, or eat fish from the sewer for one meal and semi-solid food from the sewer for the next?"

"The pond owner asked."

"Um"

He was lost in thought.

"Do you understand now? Most people can only drink water from the river their whole lives, and they never have the chance to save up enough to buy a fish. With this curse, at least he can still enjoy eating fish, and he can just bear with eating semi-solid food."

"That's what the pond owner said."

"What if there's so much semi-solid that it chokes him to death?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I don't know about that. Anyway, when I met him, his bad luck hadn't reached the point of death yet."

"Then where should I look for him?"

he asked again.

Didn't that newcomer tell you?

"I was just thinking you might know, your information is definitely more accurate than that of a young upstart."

Liu Zheng chuckled.

"You're not bad, kid. His house is at 188 Hat Street. I remember he likes to read erotic magazines. You could buy a few as a gift for him."

The pond owner said with satisfaction.