The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 113 Napoleon, you owe me a favor and it’s time to re

"Who’s there?"

Liu Zheng asked.

A mumbling sound ca from outside the door.

It sounded a bit like Niu Ma, but it was too indistinct to be sure.

After a struggle within himself, he still opened the door.

If opening a door in the lounge ans death, then so be it if he died.

Fortunately, there was no demon or ghost outside, although Niu Ma’s appearance was quite horrifying.

All the skin below its head was peeled off, and tiny grains of iron sand were embedded into its flesh and blood vessels, forming patterns like sand paintings.

Around the iron sand, there were obvious signs of burning.

Clearly, these grains of iron sand had been driven into Niu Ma’s body at a high temperature.

And its head was not without damage either.

Niu Ma’s mouth was completely nailed shut with more than twenty iron nails, each curved at the hook, preventing even its tongue from protruding.

"Boss, you..."

Liu Zheng started to speak but then fell silent.

It was the first ti he had seen Niu Ma in such a ghastly state.

Even the last ti it was beaten by the kitchen crew in a brawl with Vlad III, it was at least a fierce fight.

But this ti, it seed to be a crushing devastation, even a humiliation.

Niu Ma gave him a look, did not speak, and just lay back down on its pile of straw.

The continuously seeping blood dyed the straw red, every single blood vessel in Niu Ma’s body trembled with pain, yet it lay as usual and even dozed off.

"Boss, please make a call to Napoleon for ,"

Liu Zheng said after taking a deep breath.

Niu Ma opened its eyes, its gaze calm.

It spit out a mobile phone and struggled to dial the number with its horns.

"Isn’t the frequency of your calls getting a bit too high lately?"

The voice of White Feather Chicken ca through.

"It’s ."

Liu Zheng said.

"Human, what are you up to now?"

"I want you to repay a favor,"

he said.

"What do you want? Just to let you know, if it’s to exchange for Vlad III, your favor isn’t enough,"

White Feather Chicken said coldly.

"Niu Ma is gravely injured. I need sothing that can heal him,"

Liu Zheng said.

Upon hearing his words, a flicker passed through Niu Ma’s gaze.

But it barely managed a cold smile with the corner of its mouth.

"Point the cara at him,"

White Feather Chicken instructed.

Liu Zheng did as told.

"Not enough, still a bit short,"

White Feather Chicken said.

"I can pay more."

"I don’t need money. I want your eyeballs as sashimi, at least thirty of them,"

White Feather Chicken’s voice was icy.

"Deal,"

Liu Zheng said without hesitating.

"Good, I’m coming now,"

White Feather Chicken hung up.

A minute later, a knock on the door echoed again.

Liu Zheng opened the door, and what caught his eyes was a towering chef’s hat.

"Where is Niu Ma?"

White Feather Chicken asked.

"Inside,"

Liu Zheng stepped aside.

"You need to make it speak,"

White Feather Chicken shook its head.

"Hmm-hmm,"

Niu Ma made a muffled sound, barely comprehensible.

Yet White Feather Chicken seed to have received an order and walked into the lounge with its head held high and chest puffed out.

"What a ss, Niu Ma,"

it mocked upon seeing Niu Ma’s plight.

"Last ti I saw you this hurt was two years ago, but it wasn’t this bad back then. How co you seem to be regressing as you live?"

Niu Ma rolled its eyes and turned away, not looking at it.

"It was the job delivered to Emperor’s Garden,"

Liu Zheng explained.

He did not know if it was a secret, so he did not elaborate too much.

"Peacock no. 1?"

White Feather Chicken said out directly.

Liu Zheng did not reply, but his silence itself was an answer.

"Ha, then you truly picked up a life,"

White Feather Chicken said.

"?"

Shouldn’t it be Niu Ma who picked up a life?

"It was sent in your place, right?"

White Feather Chicken said.

Liu Zheng nodded.

If Niu Ma wanted to grab the order, he wouldn’t be able to outcompete it.

"Taking humans as your underlings, you’re becoming more and more like a human yourself, Niu Ma," he said.

White Feather Chicken’s tone was thick with sarcasm.

Niu Ma’s large ears twitched and continued to ignore it.

"Hehe."

White Feather Chicken didn’t bother with him anymore and took off his chef’s hat.

"Stretch your head over here,"

he said to Liu Zheng.

"Now?"

Shouldn’t Niu Ma’s injuries be treated first?

"Don’t worry, it won’t die yet,"

White Feather Chicken said.

Liu Zheng had no choice but to squat down and stretch his head above the hat.

The chef’s hat was empty, but he had a feeling that sothing might burst out at any mont.

Cold light flashed in White Feather Chicken’s claw, and Liu Zheng’s eyes both plunged into darkness.

A drilling pain stimulated his nerves, but Liu Zheng stopped himself from crying out in pain by grinding his teeth.

This was the delivery departnt’s turf; he couldn’t lose face.

"Eat it up,"

White Feather Chicken stuffed sothing into his mouth.

Liu Zheng bit down, and the juice was swallowed.

Soon, his vision was restored.

Without any rcy, White Feather Chicken struck again, gouging out the newly grown eyeballs.

This repeated twenty tis and Liu Zheng’s teeth had been replaced seven tis before White Feather Chicken finally stopped the execution.

"Do you know who ordered this?"

he asked.

"Mr. Li?"

he replied, sweating coldly.

In his circle of acquaintances, only she had a taste for eyeballs.

"Exactly. Strictly speaking, she’s your benefactor,"

White Feather Chicken said half-jokingly.

"Indeed."

Although Mr. Li’s intent in having Liu Zheng eat Black Mountain Goat Cub eyeballs was clearly malicious, the resulting "Blood and Flesh Rebirth" indeed ford the basis of his standing.

Without this almost immortal status, he wouldn’t know how many tis he would have died.

"She’s dining in a private room now, should I give Napoleon a heads-up and let you personally deliver the dish to her?"

"Why then did you dig out my eyeballs, couldn’t she just hold them and nibble away?"

Liu Zheng frowned and said.

"That won’t do, body feasting is a different price,"

White Feather Chicken said seriously.

"Hehe. Speaking of which, who’s richer between Peacock and Mr. Li?"

He changed the subject.

"That’s hard to compare. Mr. Li should be considered a big businessman, while Peacock would be a Landlord,"

White Feather Chicken pondered and said.

"Huh?"

So Peacock wouldn’t happen to be the mysterious owner behind the office building, would they?

"They do share one common trait, though."

"What’s that?"

"They’re both disliked by the boss, of course, they both dislike the boss as well,"

White Feather Chicken said.

"You just say it out loud like that, aren’t you afraid the boss will beat you up?"

"Saying this won’t get beaten up; the boss even likes hearing it quite a bit. Haven’t you also enjoyed the benefits this brings?"

White Feather Chicken hinted.

Liu Zheng just smiled and didn’t speak.

White Feather Chicken, holding the chef’s hat, ca in front of Niu Ma and then "swoosh" stuffed it inside.

"Fuck!"

Liu Zheng jumped in fright.

If this trick were brought into reality, Liu Qian and David Copperfield would have to kneel down and call him ancestor.

"Aweso!"

He enthusiastically applauded the magic trick.

"Alright, stop being foolish, take the hat and shake it hard,"

White Feather Chicken flung the chef’s hat towards Liu Zheng.

"So heavy."

He instinctively caught the hat, which nearly crushed him.

Though it wasn’t as heavy as a complete Niu Ma, it must have been close to a ton.

"Look at how weak you are, if you went into the kitchen, you couldn’t even chop green onions,"

White Feather Chicken disdainfully said.

Are your household’s green onions so tough that diners have to break their teeth on them?

Well, the patrons in this world do indeed have good teeth.

"Shake it hard, the faster and more forcefully you shake, the quicker your boss will recover,"

White Feather Chicken instructed.

Having said that, Liu Zheng had no choice but to use all four tentacles and desperately shake the chef’s hat.

After a quarter of an hour of shaking, there was finally so movent in the hat.

A layer of bubble-like mbrane bulged outward, and inside, Niu Ma’s big head could vaguely be seen.

"Alright, pour it out,"

White Feather Chicken instructed.