Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Compared to the guests who arrived by car or sedan chair, his arrival on foot seemed somewhat out of place.

This abruptness also caught the attention of the guests and doormen.

"Look at my ass!"

Liu Zheng accepted the curious stares with equanimity.

He glared back at those malicious glances with even greater malice.

He killed one of the eight gods who protected the Hundred Ghosts, so these guys who weren't even honored guests were nothing.

The guests who could come to the Hundred Ghosts Parade were naturally not in a good mood, and several of them moved closer to him seemingly unintentionally.

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Liu Zheng asked the doorman.

“Sir, this is outside the bathhouse.”

The doorman, whose face resembled that of a beautiful young girl covered in lead powder but whose skin looked like that of an old woman, said with a forced smile.

"So you're saying I could kill them all and you wouldn't care?"

He put the legendary deliveryman's ration cigarette in his mouth and raised an eyebrow.

Since the profits from the Arakkos sandworms weren't ideal, they decided to recoup some of their losses from these scoundrels.

Liu Zheng exuded undisguised malice and murderous intent, causing the surrounding guests and doormen to turn pale.

Perhaps the number of people he killed was less than some of the more ruthless guests, but in terms of the quality of his killings, all those guests combined couldn't compare to a single hair on his head.

He's a man who has killed gods, and more than one at that.

"Please come in, distinguished guest."

Several doormen exchanged glances, then immediately came over and surrounded Liu Zheng, separating him from the other guests.

"Why didn't you just do this earlier? Why did you have to make such a fuss?"

Liu Zheng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, swaggered into the gates of the Hundred Ghosts Guild.

"Yes, yes, Hu, treat this distinguished guest well."

The doorman called over a waiter.

"A perfect match?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

I don't know why, but he always finds this "Hufa" (a type of Japanese word) very funny.

However, this waiter named Duiduihu was not funny at all; instead, he looked like he had a bitter and resentful expression.

"This is our bathhouse's policy; every employee has a name that uses a term from mahjong."

The doorman explained.

"Oh, you explained it well."

He nodded and casually slipped a wad of banknotes into her hand.

"Everyone gets one, you can divide it among yourselves."

Liu Zheng said.

"Thank you for your kindness, my Lord."

The doorman bowed respectfully and then left the hall.

It's considered normal for doormen to accept tips, so he didn't refuse at all.

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

The waiter, envious, quickly and eagerly inquired.

"Yes. My name is Liu Zheng."

Liu Zheng announced his name.

"Please wait a moment while I check."

The waiter took out a booklet and started looking it up.

He glanced at it and saw that the handwriting on it kept changing.

"Wow, a super-powerful tablet, huh?"

Liu Zheng watched the waiter operate the machine with great interest.

This ambiguous relationship with reality is also what attracts him to stay in the metropolis.

"Found it. I'll take you to your reserved private room right away."

The waiter put down the booklet and said.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Led by a waiter, he walked through the lobby and arrived at the three elevators.

However, there were no masks on these three elevators.

Why isn't there a mask?

Liu Zheng asked directly.

"The elevators with masks are used by the bathhouse staff; these are elevators for guests only."

"That's what the waiter said."

Of course, "for guests only" means that bath staff cannot use it under normal circumstances, but can accompany guests.

"It's for bathhouse staff only, right? It doesn't say that only bathhouse staff can use it, does it?"

He said.

"this."

The waiter's expression grew even more distressed.

There's something dirty on the ground.

Liu Zheng pointed to the ground beneath his feet and said.

There lay two crumpled hundred-yuan bills, as if they had always been there.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll clean it up right away."

A hint of joy flashed across the waiter's face, and he quickly squatted down to pick it up.

There is indeed no regulation on this.

He finished saying what he hadn't said before.

"take me."

Liu Zheng gave the order.

"this."

The waiter's face fell again.

"You didn't clean it properly."

He pointed to the ground again and said, "This time, a wad of hundred-yuan bills just grew out."

“I deserve to die for letting my guests see such filth.”

The waiter immediately lay down on the floor, wiped the floor clean with his clothes, and collected the banknotes.

"Take me there, and I'll forgive you. If you take the money and don't do the job, I'll kill you. I know your deputy minister very well."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

Which vice minister?

The waiter asked instinctively.

Do you want to know now?

He said with a half-smile.

"No, I don't want to. This way, please, guest."

The waiter wore an increasingly distressed smile and led Liu Zheng in another direction.

Soon, they arrived in front of the three masked elevators.

"Would you like me to introduce these three elevators to you?"

The waiter asked.

"No need, this is fine."

Liu Zheng pointed to the elevator with the angry mask and said.

"what?"

Although the waiter had expected it, his face still fell when he heard the answer.

"Don't worry, with me here, you won't die."

he said calmly.

"If I die, this will be my funeral expenses."

Liu Zheng took out a thick wad of banknotes and stuffed it into the waiter's arms.

"Alright! Please, guest."

Feeling the weight of the money, the waiter gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and pressed the up button.

The elevator doors opened, and Liu Zheng strode in.

"Yo, I'm back."

Facing the blood-red clouds filling the sky and the samurai wielding sharp blades, his tone was as relaxed as if he were returning home.

"I thought you were never going back."

Samurai Ichiha's tone was unreadable.

"You underestimate me. If I were that kind of person, I wouldn't have lived to see you."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"By the way, don't kill the waiter who came in with me."

he ordered.

"I am not a bloodthirsty person. But I wonder how well you have completed my request?"

"Issue asked the samurai."

"There's not much progress at the moment."

Liu Zheng said frankly.

"A common man's anger can spill blood five steps away. Do you perhaps think I am incapable of anger?"

Samurai Ichiha's tone changed slightly, and he gripped the hilt of his sword with his other hand.

"You've endured this for centuries, and now you can't even stand it after just a few days?"

Liu Zheng drew the "Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath" sword, and the flames of rage slowly burned on its blade.

"All you do is keep urging me on, I'm a working man, not a wish-granting machine!"

His voice was much louder than that of Samurai Ichiha, and even the blood-red clouds in the sky trembled.

"What do you think your mission is? Is it to resurrect your wife and children who have been consumed by you for countless years, or to just go out and throw out the trash?"

"All you do is talk, talk, talk. Now I'd like you to help me take out the trash. Tell me, how many days do you think you can finish?"

Liu Zheng walked directly to Samurai Ichifa and handed him the Dragon Scale Blade upside down.

"You know I can't leave the elevator, so how can I help you take out the trash?"