Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Humph!"

The medical bee snorted coldly, but said nothing.

"Contact me after your treatment is complete."

Liu Zheng said to Niu Daji.

"Okay, boss."

Niu Daji said with a look of admiration.

Doctors are always treated like royalty, like those doctors in the bathhouse district, who only get scolded every time they go to see a patient.

If it dares to threaten the other party, its mother will beat it up before anyone else even has to lift a finger.

After making arrangements for Niu Daji, he drove to Rose Street.

The plane trees look like they've had quite a bit to drink; they're currently singing and dancing wildly.

The ginseng doll is dancing to its rhythm, but it has to be careful not to get hurt by it, looking pitiful.

She cast a pleading look at Liu Zheng, who could only respond with a helpless expression.

In this state, he dared not approach the plane trees, otherwise he would have no recourse if he wasted his life.

Once they reached the sewer, the fisherman was already waiting beside the drain.

"What are you looking for me for?"

he asked.

"I bought something and I'm asking you to reimburse me. If you don't, I'll find another way."

Liu Zheng took out the Yellow Soup from the Eight Hot Hells and explained his thoughts.

"Arhats are nothing special. The one who tried to capture me was an Arhat, but he still failed."

The fisherman curled his lip.

If he were to run into that bald monk again now, he'd be lucky if he didn't vomit up.

"Whether it's impressive or not depends on who you compare it to. Besides, you have a daughter, and even a bald monk has relatives, friends, and disciples. Holding gold in the market will always come in handy someday."

"Of course, if you think it's useless, then forget it. I have a way to deal with it."

Liu Zheng said.

There's no reason why an epic-level item shouldn't sell.

"how much is it?"

"The original price was 100 million, but I used the 90% discount to reduce it to 10 million."

he replied.

Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. He doesn't have to make a profit, but he wants the other party to know how much he has contributed.

"One hundred million"

The fisherman's face twitched.

Even if he monopolized the fisheries in the sewers, 100 million is still an astronomical figure.

"I don't need that much, just give me 15 million to make some money."

Liu Zheng said generously.

"Hmph, don't think you can make me owe you a favor and then use that to blackmail me into agreeing to your relationship with the female diver."

The fisherman glared at him and said.

“I have absolutely no such idea, you don’t need to worry at all.”

He squinted and said.

"Hmph, who knows. Just wait and see."

The fisherman jumped into the downstream river, barely making a splash.

"It's a real shame that he didn't participate in the diving competition."

Liu Zheng commented.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the fisherman jumped out of the river again.

"This is worth 80 million."

The fisherman handed him a clam.

The river mussel is only the size of a palm, and it looks like it was carved from a single piece of jade. It even has a faint luster, so it is obviously not an ordinary item.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Liu Zheng took the clam, but no item description popped up.

"I do not know either."

The fisherman shook his head.

"I just sensed a tremendous power inside, but the shell is too tightly sealed. If I were to force it open, it would probably damage the clam. I can only find out after it matures and opens its shell."

"When will it mature and open its shell?"

he asked.

"Three hundred years."

"How about you find me a better fish, and we'll consider it payment for the 80 million?"

Liu Zheng remained silent.

It takes three hundred years to mature. By then, he'll be buried in the ground. Are we going to use him as a burial offering?

He doesn't necessarily need to make money off the fishermen; he just needs to break even.

"If you want it to ripen earlier, just take it to seawater and soak it."

"That's what the fisherman said."

Isn't it a freshwater clam?

"Can't freshwater clams absorb the essence of the ocean? You humans even emphasize a balanced diet of meat and vegetables."

The fisherman retorted.

"alright."

What he said made perfect sense, and Liu Zheng was speechless.

"These are gold bars worth twenty million."

The fisherman pulled out another box, which contained neatly stacked gold bars.

"Where did you find this? People even throw gold bars away like trash!"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"Trade secrets."

The fisherman said in a very serious tone.

"Tch, fine, don't tell me then. Here you go."

He gave the fisherman the yellow soup from the Eight Hot Hells.

"Give it to the female diver; if she doesn't want it, keep it. If you can get rid of those bald monks, it's yours. But you can't use it until they're completely dealt with."

The fisherman did not accept it.

"Okay. Here, this bottle is for you."

Liu Zheng put away the gold bars and the Eight Hot Hells Yellow Soup, and took out a bottle of silver-labeled rice wine for him.

Why rice wine?

"Rice wine has a low alcohol content, and if you don't like it, you can use it for fishing."

He shrugged.

When Liu Zheng was a child, he watched others fishing, and many of them used rice wine as bait.

"Using Dukang Distillery's wine as bait? How could you even think of that? Besides, with my abilities, why would I need to use that as bait?"

The fisherman gave him a disdainful look.

"You're so high and mighty, you think you're so great."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Humph."

The fisherman walked away with his head held high, as if he had won a victory.

"With such a strong fatherly presence, no wonder he can't get along with his daughter."

He muttered a cricket-like phrase to himself, then shouted it out at the top of his lungs.

"Rust, I've brought you some wine."

“You didn’t have to shout so loudly.”

Rust appeared behind him without warning and spoke expressionlessly.

"Just consider it an exercise to improve lung capacity."

Liu Zheng said indifferently.

"Where's the wine?"

Rust asked.

"Why won't you let me in to give it to you?"

He keenly recognized the problem.

"We can't let them smell the alcohol, or it will cause a lot of trouble."

Rust shook his head.

"Then how will you drink it?"

"While they take their next afternoon nap, we'll lock the warehouse door and drink it secretly."

Rust revealed a smug expression.

“That’s very life-like.”

It's unbelievable that someone as thick-browed and handsome as Iron Rust would do such sneaky things; it's laughable.

"Give."

Liu Zheng took out a bottle of gold label and two bottles of silver label and gave them to it.

This wasn't him treating people differently based on their status; it was Rust's reward for helping him get rid of the evil god's nightmare.

"Yes, it's good wine."

Rust opened the bottle, took a sniff, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

If teachers are like this, it's no wonder that the kids are all little drunkards.

"If you're satisfied, I'm leaving now."

Liu Zheng said hello and then left the sewer.

After exiting the sewer, he first called the female diver.

"I bought you something, do you want it now?"

Liu Zheng told her about the Yellow Soup of the Eight Hot Hells.

"I do not want."

The female diver's answer was exactly what he expected.

"Okay, I'll keep it for you for now. Just let me know when you want it."

"Liu Zheng!"