The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 127: Making the Entire Black Market’s Courtesans Go

"Hehe."

Liu Zheng let out a cold laugh.

He knew this kid wouldn’t let him off so easily.

If the pajama boy was going to be so persistent, then they might as well both go down together.

Did he really think he’d survived up to now all thanks to charm?

If Liu Zheng wasn’t truly daring with his life, how would these monstrous entities even give him a chance to negotiate?

"So what are you waiting for? The guts are right here, co and eat."

He patted his belly with his tentacle.

The wound had already healed, leaving only a pink scar.

The Golden Finger was ready, while his other tentacle reached into his trouser pocket.

What was inside the pocket was the Chaos Club mbership card.

Liu Zheng rembered that when he touched this card, it emitted terrifying pale flas.

What would happen if he stuck this mbership card on the pajama boy?

He was very curious, and quite looking forward to it.

"Newbie, I don’t think you’re capable of serving in a Planet Level VIP box. Please leave; I’ll take over for you," the Centaur suddenly said.

It looked at the morial dal on Liu Zheng’s chest with a complex expression in its eyes.

"Ah, you can handle it?"

He was sowhat skeptical.

The Centaur didn’t seem particularly strong, and it definitely didn’t have his kind of regenerative ability.

If the Centaur had struck a deal with him, Liu Zheng would have definitely used it as a scapegoat without a second thought.

But since the Centaur was helping him out of consideration for Niu Ma, Liu Zheng felt a bit embarrassed.

"A newbie like you dares to question ? Get lost."

The Centaur got a kick out of it, and with a flick of its hind hooves, kicked him out of the box.

The pajama boy’s eyes changed as he reached out to grab Liu Zheng, but was blocked by the Centaur’s solid body.

"This isn’t according to the rules, is it?"

The pajama boy said.

"He is a temporary newbie who ca to help. According to the rules, the official staff of the custor service departnt have the right and obligation to supervise his work."

The Centaur spoke earnestly.

This rule was, first, to ensure the experience of the custors, and second, to excuse the official staff to keep newbies in line.

But at the right ti, it could also beco an important way for newbies to save their lives.

"It seems you are very confident in serving ."

The pajama boy said as he rubbed his belly.

Although he had indeed eaten almost enough, fitting in a set of Centaur’s guts wouldn’t be a problem.

"Then, please await your service," the Centaur replied.

The Centaur began cleaning up the table, placing the empty plates on the serving cart.

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Without any defense, Liu Zheng was booted from the box by the Centaur.

As soon as he flew out the door, the scene around him changed rapidly.

He thought he saw countless stars like glowing ribbons, floating all around him.

Liu Zheng reached out to grab them, but couldn’t touch anything.

By the ti he finally stopped, he was back in the custor service departnt’s break room.

And he didn’t stop by himself; he was plucked from the air by the Big White Goose.

"Back so soon?"

The Big White Goose seed surprised.

Normally, service in a Planet Level VIP box or above took at least five hours.

Liu Zheng had only been there for about three hours.

"They think I don’t serve well enough," he said with a shrug.

As to who thought he didn’t serve well enough, there was no need to say.

Although the Big White Goose seed to have a complicated relationship with Britain, it was still part of the custor service departnt after all.

"So you didn’t get a tip, huh?"

"No, I also got stiffed a hundred sets of guts," Liu Zheng said with desolation.

Even though he had evolved a pain protection chanism and his nerves were becoming more robust...

The feeling of being treated like a fast-growing leek was still quite terrible, second only to the last ti he licked Si Xue’s foot.

"He ate a hundred sets of your guts and didn’t leave a tip?" the Big White Goose exclaid in shock.

"That’s not right; although the kid’s character is a bit twisted, he usually tips quite generously," it said.

It had chosen him to serve with the lucky number 2 exactly because Liu Zheng’s constitution was just right.

"There was a bit of a deviation halfway through, and I indirectly caused the death of three of his gut slaves," Liu Zheng admitted, scratching his head.

"You really are... good at causing trouble," the Big White Goose remarked sincerely.

Even though it had heard quite a few stories about Liu Zheng, hearing about sothing wasn’t the sa as seeing it firsthand.

Now it had witnessed for itself that this kid was outdoing the proverbial Li in making trouble.

With this, a subtle shift occurred in its thoughts.

"Can’t help it, born to a hard life," Liu Zheng also felt helpless.

He would actually like to sit and sip tea and read the newspaper all day long, but the restaurant wouldn’t allow it.

And with the betting agreent hanging over his head, he couldn’t just ss around and settle for just delivering takeout.

The difficulty was increasing day by day. Security and custors ordering food could be dealt with by sacrifice and threats; but the wild creatures and City Hall employees on the streets were not so easy to dismiss.

"It’s good for a young man to be busy. If you’re not busy now, how can you afford to relax like in the future?" the Big White Goose said, which sounded a bit Versailles, but it was actually true.

Whether at the Bloody Restaurant or another workplace, enjoying retirent was not simple; it was earned through risk and effort when young.

"Big brother is right," Liu Zheng certainly wouldn’t argue.

Even though the Big White Goose’s advice wasn’t applicable to him. No matter how busy he was or how many achievents he made, the restaurant probably wouldn’t agree to retire soone who had only worked a few days.

In real life, he wouldn’t even have passed the probation period yet.

"Alright, enough with the flattery. Are you going to co have a cup of tea with or head straight back to the delivery departnt?" the Big White Goose asked.

"I’d better head back; Niu Ma might be too busy handling everything alone," Liu Zheng politely declined the offer.

"Then you underestimate your boss. He can hold up the delivery departnt all by himself," the Big White Goose said with a laugh.

"Ah, I really didn’t see that."

He said, half serious, half joking.

The performance of Niu Ma, well, it’s kind of subtle.

If you say it’s reliable, it’s both lazy and gluttonous and often gets itself half dead.

But if you say it’s not reliable, at critical monts it can pull out so magical object or shake a person or sothing.

It’s definitely strong, but it has no aura of the strong.

Not to ntion comparing it to top bosses like Oynk, Red Ghost, Si Xue, even among its peers like Napoleon, Britain, it’s far behind.

"Do you still rember the first piece of advice I gave you?"

Big White Goose asked.

"Hiding one’s skills?"

"Exactly, your boss is the one who’s best at hiding his skills in this restaurant. Stick with him, stay out of other people’s business, especially Liu’s, and you could live a few more years without a problem."

Big White Goose said.

"Of course, I always only follow Niu Ma’s lead."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"I hope so. By the way, are you planning to wear that uniform or should I take it off for you?"

Big White Goose asked.

"Better take it off, it’s uncomfortable to wear it folded."

"Okay,"

Big White Goose nodded, flapping its wings.

Liu Zheng’s surface was cut open again, and the waiter’s uniform was completely removed by Big White Goose.

"I must say, your Blood and Flesh Rebirth ability is really enviable."

Big White Goose said as it watched his skin regenerate quickly.

"Don’t you guys have recovery abilities too?"

Like Niu Ma, who was beaten so badly by Napoleon, he was almost back to normal after a few days.

"So injuries are between the flesh and the ’at’, and those are hard to heal on one’s own, and without special thods, they simply can’t be healed."

"But you’re different; as long as it’s not a direct injury to the ’at,’ your ability is applicable."

Big White Goose shook its head.

"I see."

No wonder Niu Ma’s horn still hasn’t healed.

"But as useful as it is, the cost is also heavy,"

Liu Zheng sighed.

Being watched by an Evil God, even if it’s just a glance among a billion, is a terrifying thing.

"There’s nothing you can do about that; you always have to give sothing to get sothing. Alright, I won’t keep you any longer, you can go now."

Big White Goose said, waving its wings.

But just as Liu Zheng turned to leave, it called him back.

"Considering you didn’t even get a tip, here’s a gift for you, so Niu Ma can’t say we in custor service don’t take care."

Big White Goose took out a small porcelain bottle from the drawer of a dressing table.

The bottle was painted with blue and white porcelain, featuring an illustration of ladies enjoying the spring.

The mouth of the bottle was stuffed with a piece of red cloth, giving it an antique look.

"Na: Peak Madness Cleanser"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: Substantially boosts the user’s charm for a short period and heals ’facial’ injuries or scars."

"Note: A cleanser made by Ottawa, the lead makeup artist of the Custor Service Departnt. It has an effect beyond any luxury cleanser on the market, but the boldness of its raw materials is also beyond the conventional."

"Cannot be brought out of the instance: No"

"Take this to the black market, and even the number one ranked prostitute can be taken down on the spot."

Big White Goose said with a wink.

"You’ve been to the black market too?"

"I’ve been when I worked in the kitchen, but haven’t had the chance since I moved to custor service."

"Even if I could go now, my body can’t handle it anymore."

Big White Goose said regretfully, pounding its back.

Looking at its fat waddling big butt, Liu Zheng found it hard to imagine how it would deeply engage with those prostitutes of different races.

Wait, actually, maybe it could.

His thoughts began to drift and then he was suddenly startled.

No, no, can’t go deeper, might lose my rationality if I go any further.

"Oh yes, big brother, please help make a call to the British Minister."

Liu Zheng rembered to say.

Though Britain should not default on a debt, it was safer to confirm.

"No big deal,"

Big White Goose pulled out a phone and made the call.

"Old Minister, what’s up?"

Britain’s voice ca through first.

"Minister, there’s this; a new guy from the delivery departnt seems to need to talk to you, so I took the liberty of calling on his behalf."

Big White Goose spoke quite respectfully.

"Okay, hand him the phone."

Big White Goose passed the phone to Liu Zheng.

"The private room reserved for you is the Solar System, your people just have to report the na of the room when they arrive."

"Thank..."

Before Liu Zheng could finish, Britain hung up.

"Seems like it’s really busy."

"No, it just can’t be bothered to deal with you,"

Big White Goose stated the harsh truth.

"Alright, not everyone can be expected to like you, right?"

He shrugged.

It was not entirely a bad thing; next ti Niu Ma blackened him as a Succubus, he could use Britain as a counterexample.

"No, considering Britain’s attitude towards other delivery departnt staff, it probably likes you quite a bit."

Big White Goose shook its head.

"Er, well, I’m going to go now, see you big brother."

Liu Zheng suddenly felt a chill and hurriedly made his exit.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Big White Goose watched his retreating figure and gently shook its head.

"From the day you entered the Bloody Restaurant, you’ve been unable to leave."

"Am I right?"

It looked up at the ceiling, talking to itself.

Ghost Hand lay in the corner’s shadow, silently unresponsive.