The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1122 707: Red Spider Bathhouse2

The panda struggled and spat out the Golden Core. The core was intact, but the luster was noticeably dim.

There was no other way; after the continuous battles with Liu Zheng, even its Lifebound Magical Artifact was badly damaged. The fact that the core wasn't cracked was due to its strong foundation.

Initially, the panda had the ability to achieve a top-tier Golden Core. However, for various reasons, it chose to settle for a superior Golden Core.

But because of this choice, its superior Golden Core was of much higher quality than others'.

"Mixed Pill Endless, Heaven and Earth Sa Life!"

The panda ignited its Pill Fire, ready to fight to the death, when a provocatively annoying voice drifted over from afar.

"You've made my noble territory sll so foul and still want to continue fighting. Don't think that just because you're under those idiot humans, I won't punish you."

As it finished speaking, a breeze blew, and countless green leaves ford a large hand that grabbed the three of them and hung them on a branch.

"Hang there obediently, waiting for that damned human to co and collect you. If anyone dares to move, I'll chop off their limbs for flower fertilizer."

The French Plane Tree said eerily.

"Oh, right, co out, show them your dance."

It suddenly thought whimsically and grabbed out the Ginseng Sprite.

"Dance properly, you three better watch closely, and you'll have to critique afterward. If anyone's critique isn't up to par, I'll make you flying humans in a mont."

The French Plane Tree threatened.

"Alright, alright, respected Mr. Delago."

Niu Daji quickly replied.

Having run up and down Rose Street with Liu Zheng countless tis, it was well aware of the power of the French Plane Tree, which could easily overpower their "Delivery Gang's" first generation leader.

Considering the relationships between the French Plane Tree and the Legendary delivery man, Niu Ma, and Liu Zheng, it was, in so way, also a mber of the "Delivery Gang."

If the Legendary delivery man was like a Supre Elder, then the French Plane Tree was akin to an Honorary Elder.

And sensing the profound Spiritual Power of the French Plane Tree, the panda obediently put away its Golden Core.

Damn, entering the city truly reveals how backward one is.

The sheer strength of a street tree is terrifying. It's a good thing they helped it get household registration, otherwise, it would've been caught and displayed in a zoo in no ti.

As for Gongyang Xin, she was in an even more wretched state, wrapped entirely by leaves, leaving only her eyes exposed. Not only couldn't she move, even the air was forcibly supplied into her nostrils by the French Plane Tree.

anwhile, Liu Zheng remained oblivious to the unfolding mishaps and sped all the way to the entrance of the "Red Spider" bathhouse.

Compared to the "Pink Panther" nightclub he'd visited previously, the "Red Spider" bathhouse was of significantly lower class.

It wasn't even a standalone floor, the storefront was small, resembling a barbershop from the outside.

Unfortunately, it wasn't nightti yet, so there were no pink neon signs at the entrance, otherwise, the déjà vu would've been even stronger.

This scene inevitably reminded him of an incident from his middle school days.

Once, a girl he liked asked him to et at a bookstore, marking his first date.

In an effort to make a good impression, Liu Zheng specifically went to an alley with many salons, intending to get a haircut and spiff up his hairstyle.

But one after another, every shop he entered declined his business.

Eventually, a sowhat young lady, probably seeing him wandering aimlessly like a headless fly, either out of pity or concern for attracting attention, called him in, gave him a wash and cut, and only charged him five bucks.

It was only after experiencing more of the world that Liu Zheng realized the foolishness of his youthful actions.

Luckily, the young lady's haircutting skills were decent, ensuring his first date didn't end in disaster.

Though it didn't end in disaster, it didn't turn into success either.

Even school days romances required milk tea, and snacks to keep going.

And back then, Liu Zheng had nothing, particularly no money.

"Heh~"

Reflecting on the past, he chuckled self-deprecatingly, easing so of the resentnt in his heart.

He decided that if the ordering custor had a nice attitude, he'd allow more room for wishes, as a token of gratitude for that young lady back then.

With this thought, Liu Zheng pushed open the doors of the bathhouse.

"Welco."

The receptionist, engrossed in her phone, looked up only after speaking.

"Bloody, Bloody Restaurant!"

Upon seeing Liu Zheng's uniform, she imdiately let out a sharp scream.

"Don't scream! Why, can't soone from Bloody Restaurant co to spend?"

Liu Zheng interrupted her while tossing a stack of bills onto the counter.

"Of course, you can."

Upon spotting the hundred-yuan note, the receptionist quickly donned a smile and made a discreet gesture towards a hidden cara.

"What can I do for you today?"

The receptionist eagerly inquired.

Regardless of what the project was, refunds were out of the question, usually only transferring the amount to a card.

"What services do you offer?"

Liu Zheng inquired.

"We have foot massages, spa treatnts, wellness services, and more."

"Is the wellness service just a little touch, half-package, or full-package?"

He continued to ask.

"Oh, we offer everything. Just a little touch and half-package wouldn't be satisfying for you."

The receptionist cast him a flirty glance.

"I'll say this: I'm not an easy custor to please, and my standards are high."

Liu Zheng stated.

"I understand, anyone could see you have a unique air. All our practitioners here are trained extensively and can handle any high-level play. Of course, the risky types will cost extra."

The receptionist explained.

"Alright. Arrange a room for and call in all your practitioners so I can pick."

He instructed.

"Ah? Sir, so practitioners are on a night shift, and others are on leave and haven't arrived yet."

The receptionist said, looking troubled.

"Then call in everyone currently in the establishnt."

Liu Zheng ordered.

The custor had to be in the store, otherwise, the address would've been different.

"Alrighty. Little Mouse, Little Mouse, take everyone to VIP1."

The receptionist picked up the intercom and called out.

"Got it, got it."

A high-pitched voice echoed from the intercom.

"Sir, let escort you to the room."

The receptionist led Liu Zheng to the second floor, walking to the end of a hallway.

He could instantly tell the difference between VIP1 and the other rooms, as it had two potted plants at the entrance.

The receptionist swiped her employee card to open the door and guided him inside.

"Wow~"

Liu Zheng let out a sound of admiration.

Not expecting the tiny bathhouse to actually hide such a space, the room's size and decor were comparable to that of an executive suite in a star-rated hotel.

"This is our establishnt's finest room, typically reserved for the boss's acquaintances."

The receptionist introduced.

"Not bad, you know your stuff."

Understanding her implication, Liu Zheng handed over a few more bills.

"Thank you, sir. Please rest while I call for the practitioners."

The receptionist accepted the money with a joyful expression.

"Ask them to hurry; I don't have much ti."

Liu Zheng said casually.

"Sure, sure, they'll be here shortly."

The receptionist assured while exiting the room.

Perhaps due to receiving a tip, her efficiency was indeed high as there was a knock on the door two minutes later.

"Hello, I'm the custor service manager here. May I co in?"

The high-pitched voice matched that from the intercom.

"Co in."

Liu Zheng nodded and agreed.

"Alright."

The door opened and in ca a short figure, more mouse than human in appearance.

"Had a glitch while practicing the Transformation Technique and ended up like this. Sir, if it bothers you, I can have soone else serve you."

Noticing Liu Zheng staring at his face, the custor service manager, Little Mouse, said proactively.

"No need, you're fine. Let the practitioners in."

Liu Zheng declined.

For one, he didn't want to waste ti; for another, he genuinely didn't mind.

He's t his fair share of oddballs and misfits.

"Thank you, sir. Ladies, co in."

Little Mouse stepped aside, and one by one, practitioners in various outfits entered.

So dressed in school uniforms, so in cheongsams, so in robes with veils, so were human, and so were not.

But the common feature among them was that their clothing was scant, even the one in the robe wore sothing with many cutouts.