The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1016 654: Liu Zheng: That's Right, I'm a Shit Stirre

"You go smash it, and detain the people. We'll handle the rest later."

"Rember, just smash things, don't kill anyone."

4399 instructed.

"Is it okay to beat them up without killing them?"

"Use your judgnt. Note down the address."

He gave Liu Zheng the address of the store.

"Daring to sell stolen goods and evidence privately, this isn't just any ordinary corruption. As a passionate citizen of the tropolis, I must take action!"

Liu Zheng hung up the phone, saying indignantly.

That's easy to say, but how to take action needs so planning.

No matter how careless the Criminal Investigation Bureau is, they'll definitely have capable people guarding places like this.

It's probably fine to go smash the place alone, but detaining people might be a bit beyond his capability. He needed another helper.

But now, Doctor Nile and his group were hiding in the sewer, and even if they weren't, he wouldn't want them involved in a dispute with the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

"Who should I find to help?"

Liu Zheng fell into thought.

"Got it!"

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and imdiately called Silver Wolf.

"Brother-in-law, are you busy?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Whether I'm busy or not, you'll still say it, won't you?"

Ever since the family dinner, Silver Wolf's attitude towards him had beco more casual, or rather, more familiar.

"So here's the deal..."

He told Silver Wolf about the conflict with the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

"What do you want to do?"

Silver Wolf asked.

"The things they're selling and buying are definitely illegal. At that ti, I'll lead the charge as a passionate citizen to smash the place, and you'll lead the team to arrest people and confiscate things, brother-in-law."

"Of course, you need to leave a few people for , so I can negotiate with the Criminal Investigation Bureau later."

Liu Zheng said.

"Hmm... but I'm in charge of food distribution. Are you sure they're selling illegal food in that store?"

Silver Wolf raised a question.

"I don't know, but I promise, brother-in-law, you'll definitely seize so illegal food."

He said with a grin.

"Alright, once you're ready, send the address. I'll personally lead the team over."

After a brief consideration, Silver Wolf agreed.

"Thank you, brother-in-law. By the way, how's that lecherous bald monk's situation?"

"Already sorted out. He didn't even want money. When he heard you're my brother-in-law, he imdiately said we should et at the Dragon King Temple with all the water flowing, and he wants to treat you to a al as an apology."

Silver Wolf said.

"He's quite flexible, no wonder he can handle so many departnts. Then, brother-in-law, I'll go and prepare now."

"Hmm, go on."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone.

The Office, Resistant Pet Sect, City Supervision Departnt—he wanted to make this matter even murkier than the waters of the Underwater River, to see just how tough the Criminal Investigation Bureau's head was, to fight against so many forces.

He smiled smugly and then called White Feather Chicken.

"Head Chef, are you busy?"

"Just spit out whatever you have to say."

White Feather Chicken's attitude was even more hostile.

It's hard to say if this is a sign of familiarity.

"Then I'll say it. Do you have any particularly illegal and non-compliant food there?"

Liu Zheng asked cautiously.

"What do you plan to do?"

White Feather Chicken didn't answer directly, but the question implied the possibility.

"Here's the situation..."

He briefly explained the circumstances.

"So I want to buy so fun stuff from you for framing."

"You head back to the delivery departnt now, I'll be there shortly."

White Feather Chicken replied decisively after listening.

"Alright. Oh, and please bring so serious food that can replenish energy quickly."

Liu Zheng added.

His energy reserves had been depleted at the lottery shop, and this situation wasn't suitable for going to Jidao Public Bath to replenish.

"Got it."

Ending the call, Liu Zheng imdiately rushed back to the lounge.

Almost the mont he shut the door, there was a knock on it.

Quickly opening the door, it was indeed White Feather Chicken outside.

"Here you go."

White Feather Chicken handed him a thermal container.

It was said to be a thermal container, but there were actually three.

A large one nested in a dium one, and the dium one nested in a small one; the large and dium ones were plastic, and the innermost small one was tal.

"These are the particularly illegal and non-compliant foods you asked for. Don't open them carelessly, or you'll have to bear the consequences."

White Feather Chicken said coldly.

Then it took off the chef's hat and handed it to Liu Zheng.

"Put your head out, open your mouth, and whatever you bite, swallow it."

It said.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng didn't say more, he simply put his head into the chef's hat.

Before he could open his mouth, sothing began wriggling its way in.

The lively feeling was like slippery venomous snakes.

Liu Zheng shuddered, but for strength, he forced himself to open his mouth.

The fetid, slly, salty, tearful, sour, and putrid, like bean curd residue, like pus-filled boils, dancing in his mouth, biting his tongue...

Liu Zheng steeled himself and swallowed everything without refusal.

"Enough."

After a satisfying feast, the White Feather Chicken grabbed his kelp-like head and pulled him out of the hat.

"Burp~"

Liu Zheng burped contentedly.

Despite just eating for a few minutes, he already felt overly full.

"Chef boss, how much does all this cost?"

After a pause, he asked.

"Don't think of as shaless as Niu Ma."

The White Feather Chicken said disdainfully and turned to leave.

"Tasteful."

He gave a big thumbs up.

Though the White Feather Chicken was always proud and aloof, working with the chicken was undeniably rewarding.

After so thought, he called the Driver.

"Did you lose the car?"

The Driver bluntly asked.

"Not lost, it was towed by the Criminal Investigation Bureau."

Liu Zheng corrected.

"What happened?"

The Driver asked.

"Here's what happened."

He recounted the events.

"Now you're in trouble; that car is worth two million for friends."

The Driver said sympathetically.

Though just an ordinary sports car, with no military technology or Black Magic, the fact that it was made of Gold made it valuable.

"Compensation is fine, but I want you to negotiate with the Criminal Investigation Bureau to get the car back."

Liu Zheng said.

"It's difficult."

The Driver shook his head.

The Bloody Restaurant doesn't care about the City Hall, and the City Hall equally doesn't care about the Bloody Restaurant.

"Whether it cos back or not is irrelevant, the key is to apply pressure."

He said.

Since it had turned into a mahjong ga, they might as well add one more to make it a five-player poker ga.

"How much pressure do you want?"

The Driver asked.

"Turn the tropolis into a battlefield?"

"Hahaha!"

The Driver let out a sinister yet hearty laugh.

"I like your thinking, Liu Zheng. It's a pity I don't have that kind of power."

"In front of you is just a wisp of a remnant soul, a pitiful creature existing under the restaurant's protection."

His laughter gradually turned into a cold chuckle.

"Of course, applying so pressure is sothing I can still manage."

Just when Liu Zheng thought he'd refuse, the Driver continued.

"Colonel, could you not gasp like that when talking next ti? It's quite alarming."

Liu Zheng heaved a sigh of relief and complained.

"What will you offer in exchange for my help this ti?"

The Driver asked.

"Uh, I don't know."

He genuinely couldn't think of anything the Driver would want from him.

"Then shut up, I'll speak how I wish."

The Driver replied bluntly.

"Alright, alright, you're the boss, you have the say."

Liu Zheng said resignedly.

The bunch in the tropolis were all hard to please, nastier when picking on him, even more, when helping him.

"I'll be waiting outside."

The Driver hung up the phone.

Liu Zheng walked out of the delivery passage, and a yellow sidecar motorcycle was already parked at the entrance.

Though a sidecar, its appearance was on a completely different level than what was common in anti-Japanese dramas, with exposed transparent pipes and crystalline components giving it a retro yet sci-fi vibe.

"Get in."

The Driver's figure appeared, waving to him.

"I lost the car, yet you're still renting a vehicle. Won't the restaurant give you trouble?"

Liu Zheng voiced his concern.

"Who said I'm renting it to you? I'm picking up the car, just taking you along the way."

The Driver replied.

"Oh, alright then."

Liu Zheng sat in the sidecar and naturally placed his hands on the machine gun.

"City Hall, can you sll the gunpowder again? Are you excited? Well, I am. Hahaha!"

The Driver laughed wildly, started the engine, and the sidecar motorcycle spewed thick black smoke as it roared away.