The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1010 651: Three of Us, I Drink Myself Drunk (Part 2)

The call went through, and it blurted out.

"Got it."

The White Feather Chicken hung up the phone, and a few seconds later it knocked on the lounge door.

"Did you really take that guy out?"

Liu Zheng opened the door, and the White Feather Chicken asked suspiciously.

It knew the forr master's strength; even without official status, he was still not to be underestimated.

Otherwise, the White Feather Chicken would have hired a killer long ago and wouldn't have had to wait for Liu Zheng's arrival.

"Here, this is the site of the lottery store,"

Liu Zheng took out his phone and showed so photos to it.

"There aren't more pieces of evidence. In fact, I'm not even sure if he's actually dead. I can only say that I definitely blew up the lottery store."

He said cautiously.

After all, tropolis had all sorts of abilities and items; he himself had two lives, so it wouldn't be surprising if soone else had three or four.

"That's enough. Give back the 'Anger.'

The White Feather Chicken extended its claw.

"Chef Boss, let borrow it for two more days, please."

He found this perfect-quality cooking knife quite handy, plus he hadn't yet used its ultimate move, transforming into the "Angry Demon."

"The caravan has been audited, you know, right?"

The White Feather Chicken stared at him and said.

"I know."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"The wind is tight lately. Even I can't keep lending out cooking tools of the Seven Deadly Sins level indefinitely, especially when you're always running outside the restaurant and are about to go abroad."

The White Feather Chicken said.

If 'Anger' got lost overseas, it would be a hassle to retrieve it.

"Sigh, alright."

He reluctantly took out the "Anger" and returned it to the White Feather Chicken.

"Are you cursing in your heart for kicking you while you're down?"

The White Feather Chicken glanced at him as it put away the "Anger."

"No, really."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

He could understand the circumstances.

"..."

The White Feather Chicken stared at him for a long ti until it made him feel uneasy before finally speaking.

"I know the whereabouts of a Seven Deadly Sins cooking knife. If you get it, I can trade it for 'Anger' with you."

The White Feather Chicken said.

"Ah? Which one?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Sloth."

"Oh~"

He suddenly understood.

No wonder the White Feather Chicken offered to exchange 'Anger' for it; "Sloth" didn't seem to suit him just by the na alone.

Though Liu Zheng wasn't exactly an overachiever, he wasn't lazy either, or he wouldn't have been so busy since coming to tropolis.

Truly lazy people wouldn't even bother to open their mouths even when they're starving.

Of course, the White Feather Chicken wasn't lazy either, but it probably could use these cooking knives without restrictions.

"So where is 'Sloth'?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Here's the address."

The White Feather Chicken handed him a note.

"Number 14, Baijia Alley. That address doesn't sound very lucky."

He glanced at the note and quipped.

"It's the ho and workshop of the swordsmith Ouyegan. Reliable sources say that 'Sloth' is currently in his collection. However, his temper is eccentric, and he only takes orders from introduced acquaintances; ordinary people can't even get in."

The White Feather Chicken said.

"Isn't your source an acquaintance of his?"

"No, you have to figure it out yourself."

The White Feather Chicken shook its head.

"Alright then."

Liu Zheng wasn't disappointed either.

As long as he knew the address and interests, he would eventually find a way by visiting a few tis.

"Here's the fire you wanted."

The White Feather Chicken handed over a lighter.

Seeing this, Liu Zheng quickly took out his perfect fireproof pipe.

"You really have quite a few dangerous things on you."

The White Feather Chicken narrowed its eyes at the pipe, and Niu Ma also showed a wary expression.

If the fla inside leaked out, it might not burn them to death, but it would cook them to dium rare.

"I've gotten used to it."

Liu Zheng sighed.

Working for those top-level bosses in tropolis every day, how could the things he handled not be dangerous?

This was when the value of the French Plane Tree beca apparent, as its first commission was asking for nothing but a bit of urine.

The White Feather Chicken pressed the button, and the lighter's nozzle instantly emitted a blue-white fla.

As soon as the fla appeared, Liu Zheng imdiately felt a burning pain and slled a scorching odor.

Luckily, the pipe quickly worked its magic, with an invisible suction drawing all the fla from the lighter into its bowl.

"That's all seven types of flas gathered."

He put away the pipe and said with satisfaction.

"And this."

The White Feather Chicken took off the chef's hat again and pulled out a whetstone from inside.

"Na: Bloody Restaurant Head Chef's Special Whetstone (single-use)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: After using it on kitchen knives, the sharpness of the item gets greatly improved, and upon hitting the target, the probability of separating the material of the part based on the quality of the ingredient increases."

"Note: A true chef must master the highest culinary arts, use the best kitchenware, and create the most delicious dishes."

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

"Can I use this?"

Liu Zheng looked at the item's na with a bit of doubt.

"I gave it to you, so you can use it."

The White Feather Chicken said firmly.

"Alright, thank you, Chef Boss."

"Hmm."

The White Feather Chicken responded faintly, put on the chef's hat, and turned to leave.

As soon as it left, the Ghost Hand climbed in.

"Just in ti. Boss, is this task difficult?"

Liu Zheng asked Niu Ma.

"Looks doable."

Niu Ma picked up the delivery order, glanced at it, and said.

"Then let's have a drink together."

He took out three bottles of wine, one per "person."

When the Ghost Hand saw the wine, its fingers straightened.

"Aren't you afraid it'll throw a drunken tantrum again?"

Niu Ma glanced sideways and said.

"No worries, I specifically bought it a super low-alcohol one."

Liu Zheng said.

"What about snacks?"

"Let's make do with so dried fish."

He pulled out a handful of dried fish.

"Tsk, fine."

One person, one hand, and Niu Ma surrounded a bunch of dried fish and started drinking.

"This wine from Du Kang Wine Workshop is truly invigorating, much better than what we source from other places."

Although the snacks were simple, the wine was really good, so Niu Ma and Ghost Hand got quite into it.

"By the way, you went there just to buy a few bottles? This doesn't seem like your style."

Niu Ma said.

Ever since it knew this guy, whenever he went out, he never ca back empty-handed.

"Your share was used up, its share will be given to it when it leaves later, no drinking now."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Why use mine and not its, who's really your boss here?"

Niu Ma was displeased.

"No worries, I have extra credit there. I'll buy more for you next ti."

He assured.

"Can the purchase credit at Du Kang Wine Workshop be saved up?"

Niu Ma was shocked.

"It shouldn't be for others, but I can. I have soone at the workshop."

Liu Zheng said with a sly wink.

"Look at you showing off, as if everyone doesn't have a connection."

Niu Ma rolled his eyes and continued drinking.

The Ghost Hand was drinking while eyeing the gold watch on Liu Zheng's wrist.

Liu Zheng noticed, hesitated for a mont before taking off the watch and placing it in front of it.

The Ghost Hand opened its mouth, swallowed the gold watch, and then spit out a sun-protection mask.

"Na: Legendary Sun-Protection Mask (single-use)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: After use, greatly reduces one's presence and cannot be targeted by directional abilities or items for one minute."

"Note: You can't see , you can't see , you can't see ."

Exchanging a face-judging tool for a support tool isn't bad, the effect of not being a target of directional abilities or items is quite nice, which can be crucial for turning the tables if used well.

After finishing a bottle of wine, Liu Zheng and Niu Ma were fine, but the tips of Ghost Hand's fingers were red.

Luckily, he bought the lowest alcohol content, or else Ghost Hand would have surely gone on another drunken rampage.

After Ghost Hand left the lounge, Liu Zheng handed the wine to it through the sliding panel.

"If you're so afraid of it throwing a drunken tantrum, why buy it wine, you better buy so for instead."

Niu Ma said with a twist of its mouth.

"Swallowed its stuff, you have to give sothing in return. Besides, boss, you have to drink less too, the strong fertility dicine is already in hand, you need to take good care of your health for conception."

He advised.

"When I need to prepare for childbirth, it's none of your business. Do you have anything else? If not, hurry up and get on with your work, don't delay my job."

Niu Ma grumbled.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng responded, got up, and walked out.

"Wait a minute!"

Niu Ma stopped him again?