Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Feng Jizi gave his instructions.

"Don't worry, senior, I definitely won't cheat you."

Liu Zheng patted his chest and assured him.

He tried to get up and found that he had regained control of his body after sleeping, but he was still not very agile, as if he were drunk.

He's fine with moving around, but he's not so good at fighting.

"Senior, could you please help me treat the aftereffects? The road is not safe. I don't care if I die, I'm just afraid of delaying your business."

He said it shamelessly.

"Your lazy and listless appearance is quite like my third brother."

Feng Jizi chuckled to himself.

He reached into his sleeve and rummaged around for a while before taking out a dark, unremarkable pill.

"Eat."

Feng Jizi said.

"You didn't just make this yourself, did you, senior?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"You rascal, are you going to eat it or not? If you're not going to eat it, I'll take it back."

Feng Jizi glared and finally displayed the authority of his ancestor.

"Eat, eat, eat! Fine, I'll eat!"

Liu Zheng quickly took the mud ball, and an item description popped up immediately.

Name: Energy-Boosting Pills (Disposable)

Type: Item

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: Removes the negative effects caused by severe mental trauma after use."

"Note: One pill will refresh your mind, two pills will invigorate you, and three pills will cause food poisoning."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"This really was freshly made, wasn't it?!"

His expression twitched twice, but he still gritted his teeth and swallowed the stimulant.

"Item activated, player's negative mental status is removed."

As the system notification sounded, Liu Zheng felt his mind clear up, and the splitting headache lessened considerably. The status of "temporarily decreasing mental attributes by 10 points" was also cleared.

"Thank you, senior."

He clasped his hands in greeting.

"No need for formalities, go quickly."

Chapter 592 Meng Po's Winery

Feng Jizi tucked Liu Zheng into his long sleeve.

When his sight returned, he was already on the street.

"Only ten minutes have passed."

Liu Zheng glanced at his phone, somewhat surprised.

I don't know if it was good luck or if Feng Jizi helped me.

He got into the sports car and sped off towards Rose Street.

"Quick, give me my wine."

As soon as you enter the street, the plane trees start to rustle in the distance.

"You haven't bought it yet, how can I give it to you?"

Liu Zheng drove up to it and said helplessly.

"Impossible. I could smell the alcohol on you from two streets away. No wine that isn't from Dukang Winery could smell this good."

The French plane tree simply doesn't believe it.

"That's probably from lying in the distillery for too long."

He recounted his journey to the Dukang Distillery.

"Then why don't you hurry up and go!"

The plane tree immediately said.

Look at it, if that mouth weren't fake, it would probably be drooling.

"I was going anyway, but you stopped me."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Are you blaming me?"

The plane tree glanced at him sideways.

"No, no, how could the esteemed Lord Delegus be wrong? All the blame lies with me, a lowly human."

Liu Zheng raised his voice and said.

"Hmph, good to know. Hurry up, my chloroplasts are going to die of thirst if I don't get to drink Dukang Winery's wine soon!"

The plane tree grabbed his hoof and flung him to the side of the sewer.

"Damn it! One day I'll throw you around like a baseball."

Liu was cursing under his breath.

After going down into the sewer, he was surprised to find the fisherman staring blankly at the aftermath of the party.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

The fisherman, of course, noticed him and said in an annoyed tone.

Something came up unexpectedly.

Liu Zheng briefly explained the situation at Dukang Distillery.

What are you doing?

"Do you think the amphibious divers would like this kind of party?"

The fisherman asked with a troubled expression.

"Sure."

He said it without hesitation.

"What you do isn't important, what matters is who you do it with. If she has family, friends, and a lover, she'd enjoy it even if it meant going to a party, eating cough syrup, or going to jail."

He changed his tune just before the fisherman could get angry.

"Who gave you permission to be her lover?"

The fisherman said angrily.

"I was talking about nightingales, what are you thinking?"

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"She's even worse!"

The fisherman became even angrier.

"Whether it works or not, that's the objective fact. You can't get up there, so she needs someone to protect and care for her, right?"

His words left the fisherman speechless.

"And to be honest, I think the fact that the female divers like girls is also related to you."

Liu Zheng continued to deliver the finishing blow.

"It's not my business?"

The fisherman instinctively retorted.

"Because men are unreliable, but you have to rely on someone, right? So you can only rely on women."

He shrugged.

"Of course, whether someone is reliable or not has nothing to do with gender, or even whether they are a living being."

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The fisherman wanted to get angry, but he didn't know where to start.

"Don't think about it so much. What's past is past, and you had no choice in the matter. Put aside your fatherly pride and try to repair your relationship. You're her only family; if you keep chasing after her, do you really think she'll run away?"

Liu Zheng patted him on the shoulder.

"Aren't you an orphan? How do you know so much?"

The fisherman glanced at him.

"It's precisely because I'm not involved that I can see things clearly. Anyway, it doesn't concern me, so it doesn't matter if I say something wrong. Hehehe."

He chuckled slyly.

"You brat!"

The fisherman made a gesture as if to strike, but he didn't.

"Go find your Red Ghost now, I hate seeing you."

He said, feigning impatience.

"Don't you want me to help you tidy up?"

"What's there to clean up? Have you forgotten where you are? This is the sewer!"

As he spoke, the fisherman turned his hand into a fishing rod and swept all the messy garbage on the ground into the river.

"I think you deserve some credit for the sewers often being constipated."

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

If the agents are acting like this, wouldn't everyone else be running rampant?

"Humph!"

The fisherman disdained to argue with him about this issue.

“Red Ghost, I’ve brought your coat.”

Liu Zheng ignored him and spoke to the ceiling.

"he came."

After a few seconds, the fisherman said.

Liu Zheng looked to his left and, sure enough, saw the safety gate not far away.

He walked over, and the security door opened automatically.

The red ghost stood silently behind the door, like a statue.

"Where is Tonya?"

Liu Zheng realized something was wrong.

In the past, Donya would always come out to greet him.

"What happened?"

Liu Zheng's expression tightened.

Paul has already sacrificed himself for him; he couldn't bear it if anything happened to Tonya too.