The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 131 Life-taking Courier, Delivery at All Costs

"Perfect, one more contestant."

Red Dragonfly seed quite happy.

The bicycle didn’t move an inch and seed indifferent.

"You aren’t afraid of dogs?"

Liu Zheng was a bit perplexed.

The unbeatable chew toy also had tis when it failed.

Tendaros, you’ve lost so face here.

"This is just my clone; if it dies, I’ll just replace it with another one."

"As for it, according to the treaty, Tendaros Hounds cannot harm City Hall employees indiscriminately."

Red Dragonfly pointed to the box on the back seat of the bicycle.

Only then did Liu Zheng see the four large characters painted in white on the box.

"Life-Taking Courier."

Quite a powerful na.

So, a delivery costs the life of either the courier or the recipient, right?

"Alright, then explain the rules first."

Since the chew toy was ineffective, he decided to listen to the rules first. If they sounded unreliable, he’d think of another plan.

"The rules are simple; starting from this line, the first to reach the finish line wins."

Red Dragonfly explained.

"And where is the finish line?"

"The finish line is decided by mutual agreent between the parties."

"Then I want to set ’Aladdin’ apartnts as the finish line."

Liu Zheng stated imdiately.

"Ding-dong!"

The courier rang the bike bell once.

"It agrees."

Red Dragonfly translated.

"What’s the bet for the race?"

He inquired further.

"Ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding..."

The sound of the bell went on for a while.

"It says if you lose, you have to give it the takeout box."

"If you win, it will make one delivery free of charge."

Red Dragonfly translated again.

"It’s a courier service, so why does it want my takeout box? Trying to be fancy, huh?"

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

"Ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding."

"It says that in your hands it’s a takeout box, in its hands, it could be turned into a courier box. It’s been using its box for decades; it’s ti for a replacent."

Red Dragonfly explained.

"If it wants a new box, it should submit a report, not steal others’. My clothes tear too, but you don’t see robbing others."

"Your Life-Taking Courier isn’t as disciplined as our Bloody Restaurant."

He scoffed.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding!!! Ding-ding-ding!!!"

The courier furiously rang the bell, clearly displeased with Liu Zheng’s words.

Yet Red Dragonfly just listened and did not translate.

"What did it say?"

He had to ask proactively.

"It said..."

Red Dragonfly paused for a mont, seemingly organizing his words.

"It said that those working in logistics are all helping jerks; its bell broke, but despite reporting it for over ten years, it never got replaced. Instead, it had to go to the Garbage Processing Plant to find one itself and nearly got dismantled into parts."

"I feel like it said more than that."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"Would you dare listen if I dared translate?"

A cold smile appeared on Red Dragonfly’s face.

"I wouldn’t dare,"

he bluntly said.

The rest must have been coarse language about City Hall.

As an employee of the Bloody Restaurant, it was better he minded less about other units’ affairs.

"However, one free delivery isn’t a fair trade for my takeout box, right, Dragonfly Referee?"

Liu Zheng pointed out.

Even if Life-Taking Courier was official, it couldn’t be much more valuable than Bloody Restaurant’s takeout.

Moreover, the value of the Legendary Takeout Box was not just one delivery; it could even be considered a priceless treasure.

"You’re right, absolute fairness is essential! You must present an equivalent stake; otherwise, this race is void."

Red Dragonfly turned to the courier.

The courier furiously pressed the bell.

"No way, although we are old acquaintances. But a race is a race, and being fair is my sole purpose as a referee."

Red Dragonfly remained unmoved.

The courier disheartenedly let go of the bell, the labor gloves coming together, deep in thought.

"Hurry it up; if this keeps up, I’ll miss my delivery ti. I strongly suspect it is stalling to affect the race outco unfairly."

Liu Zheng protested.

"The protest is valid. I order you to decide within three minutes; otherwise, this race will be void."

Red Dragonfly told the courier.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The courier angrily rang the bell but was ignored by the referee.

Ti passed second by second, and soon the three minutes were almost up.

"Ding-dong-ding! Ding-ding-ling-ling!"

With no other option, the courier reluctantly rang the bell.

"It says it can offer an additional free door-to-door signing service."

Red Dragonfly translated.

"Is that of equivalent value?"

"It’s hard to appraise precisely, but in terms of rarity, it roughly matches."

Red Dragonfly stated.

"So what exactly is this door-to-door signing service?"

"It will give you a shipping label, and as soon as you tear it off, it will appear right in front of you."

Red Dragonfly explained.

"I don’t see how that’s equivalent to the Legendary Takeout Box."

"My duty is to ensure the fairness of the race, not to explain the stakes."

Red Dragonfly said.

"I see. Huh, Mr. Referee, is that banknote on the ground yours?"

Liu Zheng suddenly pointed to the ground and said.

"Save it, a fair referee doesn’t fall for that. This is your first warning, do it again and I’ll show you the yellow card."

Red Dragonfly said coldly.

"Should’ve said so earlier."

He quickly picked up the banknote.

Even in these tis, a landlord’s house has no surplus.

"Speaking of which, I was at a fishing competition in the sewer last ti. How co you didn’t show up?"

Liu Zheng rembered and asked.

"I don’t host every competition. I ca so promptly this ti because both your and its identities are quite special."

"And besides, the sewers don’t welco ."

Red Dragonfly’s tone seed sowhat regretful.

But that makes sense, as Niu Ma or soone had said, the sewer does not welco those who are too powerful.

For soone like Red Dragonfly who dares to referee everywhere, if his strength wasn’t strong enough, he would have been killed by the competitors long ago.

"So if you referee in the sewers, would there be additional benefits?"

He had a sudden thought.

"Of course there are. Do you have a way?"

Red Dragonfly’s compound eyes lit up.

"I can’t guarantee, but I can ask around for you later. Leave your number, and I’ll notify you if there’s any news."

Liu Zheng said.

Red Ghost and Fisherman are always in the sewers, and with their strength, they must have definitely exceeded limits, so they surely have a way to conceal themselves from the sewers.

"I don’t have a phone. Just shout towards the open sky saying ’Dragonfly Captain is requested to appear,’ and I will co to find you if I sense it."

Red Dragonfly said.

"That works too."

He had grown accustod to these bizarre residents’ quirky rules.

"The aning of door-to-door delivery service is, no matter where you are, no matter what is in front of you, the courier will appear in front of you instantly."

"And delivery service can send not only items but also living creatures."

Red Dragonfly explained.

"Oh~ That does add so interest."

Liu Zheng realized.

With his intelligence, he could easily think of the synergy between these two services.

For example, when trapped in an unopenable secret room, he could summon the courier to carry him out of the room.

Or, when facing a formidable enemy, he could also summon the courier to knock the enemy flying and then whisk him away.

Overall, the thods were quite flexible and practical.

"But I still think it doesn’t beat the Legendary Takeout Box."

Liu Zheng stubbornly said.

"Protest denied."

Red Dragonfly was cold and ruthless.

"Alright then. Speaking of which, the strength of the competitors has to be fair too, right? Like, a sprint champion wouldn’t compete in a race with soone who’s completely paralyzed, right?"

He switched angles to find fault.

"Don’t worry, I will restrict your abilities to similar levels, and disable any external items on you."

Red Dragonfly said.

"Then what’s even the point? Is it just about whose running posture is more scientific?"

"You’ll find out in a bit. Alright, get ready, the race is about to start."

Red Dragonfly commanded.

"Sigh."

Liu Zheng stood reluctantly at the starting line, positioning himself to start.

"Dragonfly Captain spotlight!"

Red Dragonfly shouted, and a strange device descended from the sky.

A round base with a continually rotating large light, divided into many different colored sections on its surface.

At the top of the light stood a pure gold dragonfly statue.

"Dragonfly Captain Referee Stick!"

Red Dragonfly shouted again, grabbing a long stick that had tal wings and looked like both a baton and a microphone.

He waved the Referee Stick, and the spotlight imdiately shot out multicolored lights, spreading at the speed of light towards the front.

And the cityscape enveloped in the light began to distort, seeming both closer and farther at the sa ti.

And many floating, illusory treasure boxes appeared on the road, each surrounded by a black "?" mark.

"Are both competitors ready?"

Red Dragonfly asked loudly.

"Ready."

"Dingaling!"

Liu Zheng and the courier replied together.

"Well then, I declare the urban ultimate speed legend competition, starts now."

"Three, two, one."

"Bang!"

The top of the Referee Stick shot out a stunning firework.

"Swoosh!"

At the sound of the starting gun, Liu Zheng imdiately dashed forward like a bolted Tendaros.

After a few steps, he realized there was no change in his speed.

That ant Red Dragonfly had restricted the courier’s abilities to be the sa as his.

Liu Zheng glanced sideways at the bicycle, noticing its sparks nearly flying from its shoes, yet it was only keeping pace with himself.

He couldn’t help but laugh.

It seed the key to winning this race would be those treasure boxes.

For so reason, Liu Zheng felt a strong sense of déjà vu looking at those boxes, but couldn’t quite recall why.

No matter, first to grab them!

He rushed to the first row of three treasure boxes and jumped hard, reaching for the one in the middle.

The illusory treasure box imdiately shattered, and a blue, disposable bazooka appeared on his shoulder.

Liu Zheng instinctively pulled the trigger, and a crosshair imdiately appeared in his vision.

He aid the crosshair at the courier, only to see the courier also holding a red bazooka aid at him.

"BOOM!!!"

They both pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A blue and a red rocket hit each other simultaneously, exploding loudly.

The intense fire and heat quickly spread, tal fragnts flying all around, absorbed by an invisible boundary.

Liu Zheng was blasted a dozen ters high on the spot, watching the courier plumt to the ground, he finally rembered.

"Damn! It’s a damn prop race!"