The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 151 French Plane Tree: I Dare to Provide, Do You Dar

"Got another job?"

Nightingale was interested.

She was penniless now and wanted to earn whatever money she could.

"It’s not a money-making gig, I just feel like blowing sothing up."

Liu Zheng said.

"Oh. How powerful a blast do you need?"

Nightingale asked.

"The sa kind that took down the house last ti would do,"

he thought and said.

"I can’t lend you that one."

Nightingale said, indicating she couldn’t help.

"Why?"

"Creating a bomb that powerful would drain a lot of my energy. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem, but since my last visit to the cetery exposed , my brothers and sisters could co looking for at any mont."

"I’m vulnerable right now, and I can’t risk decreasing my strength."

Nightingale explained.

"A smaller blast would work too."

Her concerns were valid, and Liu Zheng expressed his understanding.

"A smaller blast might not be sufficient for you."

Nightingale said and fell silent.

He waited patiently.

"Alright, I can’t give you the Super Thunder Bomb,"

after a long pause, Nightingale finally spoke.

"But I can give you sothing even more powerful. Co pick it up from the apartnt."

"Okay."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone.

Although he was puzzled why Nightingale wouldn’t lend him the bomb yet was willing to give him sothing even stronger,

he wouldn’t turn down her offer since she had proposed it.

"Problem solved?"

Niu Ma asked, seeing the excitent on Liu Zheng’s face.

"It’s settled. My plan goes like this."

He shared his plan with Niu Ma.

"Hmm, that might work. But I can’t believe you’ve actually participated in a competition hosted by Dragonfly Captain. I’ve never even seen that guy; thought he was just an urban legend."

Niu Ma said.

"The big shot has heard of it?"

"When I first arrived, I heard from the delivery man before . A forr delivery man had participated in a swimming competition hosted by Dragonfly Captain and won a solo holiday voucher to Heaven Island."

Niu Ma said sowhat enviously.

"Wow, that’s a big win. But a swimming competition? Where do you swim?"

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

Apart from the sewer, there were no rivers in the urban area; could it be in a swimming pool?

"Who says you don’t need to swim on the roads?"

Niu Ma cleared up his confusion.

"Ah... I’m just inexperienced."

Liu Zheng gained a deeper understanding of the bizarre nature of the residents.

He took out his phone and rented a car.

He had to visit four places in one hour, and they weren’t in a straight line; the ti was a bit tight.

"I’m off, boss."

Liu Zheng, with the delivery box on his back, left the break room.

Looking at the huge al box on the food cart, his eyes were complex.

He could have directly put the al box into the delivery box, which would automatically scan it.

But for so reason, Liu Zheng still opened the al box.

The intertwined bodies of two corpses appeared before his eyes.

One was a very small boy, plump and white, with soft black curls scattered across his forehead. His brown eyes shone like amber.

By any country’s standard of beauty, he was an angel, the apple of his family’s eye.

But the expression on this little angel’s face was anything but peaceful; it was as fierce as a demonic spirit’s.

One of his eyes had been gouged out, with only a bit of tissue still attached.

The other eye was wide open, as if threatening or filled with fear.

The boy’s source of threat and fear was the sa thing—a dog about his size.

Liu Zheng couldn’t identify the breed of the dog, as it displayed characteristics of many breeds.

At the mont, its paws had torn open the boy’s belly, scattering the insides.

The boy’s naked body was covered with scratches and bite marks, likely all the dog’s handiwork.

But the dog hadn’t fared well either. The boy’s small teeth had bitten deeply into its neck, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged in a way that belied his age.

A laurel crown sat on the boy’s head, declaring his victory.

The dog’s body, anwhile, was sprinkled with mint as a garnish and flavor enhancer.

A dish filled with imagination and dark humor.

Liu Zheng had the feeling this had to be the work of White Feather Chicken.

"Na: Man Bites Dog"

"Type: Prop"

"Quality: Fine"

"Effect one: Restores a significant amount of health, heals injuries."

"Effect two: Increases damage from biting and clawing, lasts for one instance."

"Note: In a world of cannibals, ’Man Bites Dog’ is no longer news."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Heh."

He looked at the note, gave an enigmatic smile, and packed the dish into the delivery box.

The delivery box had a built-in space folding effect but only worked on deliveries.

After exiting the delivery entrance, the driver was already waiting with his car.

Liu Zheng opened the door and got into the passenger seat.

He was about to seek thrills, and now he needed to save his energy.

"Thanks in advance, driver."

He said to the driver.

"No trouble at all, it’s my job. But the way you’re doing deliveries, you must be losing more than you earn, right?"

The driver couldn’t help but comnt.

Not only the delivery departnt could rent cars, but the custor service and kitchen departnts could as well.

In fact, the custor service and kitchen departnts rented cars even more frequently than the delivery departnt.

Having worked there for many years, it was his first ti seeing a delivery man rent cars so frequently, and always nice ones at that.

Even the Legendary delivery man from back in the day wasn’t this extravagant.

Of course, that was because that person was faster on foot than by car.

"Out of necessity, I don’t have a choice. Let’s go here first."

Liu Zheng pointed out the location of French Plane Tree on the map.

"Okay."

The driver nodded and started the car.

"By the way, do you drink, driver?"

He asked.

"You can’t drink and drive, if you get caught, your license will be revoked."

The driver quickly shook his head.

For an entity like him, having his license revoked was no different from being sentenced to death.

"Hmm..."

This strange world always seed to align with common sense in the strangest ways.

But Liu Zheng had also picked up on the unspoken part of what he said.

"Then next ti I’ll bring you a bottle to drink when you’re not driving," he said with a wink and a nudge.

This ti it was out of the question, those three bottles were ant for the French Plane Tree.

"I really haven’t done much for you, I don’t deserve it," the driver said, though he didn’t refuse.

"No problem, there’s plenty of ti," Liu Zheng said aningfully.

"I have a feeling your ti won’t last that long," the driver said, feeling a chill down his spine unexpectedly.

"Ahahaha."

He laughed it off.

The Ferrari drove up to Rose Street, its roaring engine catching the attention of the French Plane Tree.

It first saw the driver, with a look that mixed caution with an eagerness to try.

Then it saw Liu Zheng in the passenger seat, its expression turning from surprise to indifference imdiately.

"Let’s stop here, please wait for a mont," Liu Zheng said.

The driver nodded and pressed the brake.

The car rental was by the instance; no matter where Liu Zheng wanted to go, as long as the delivery wasn’t completed, the driver had to accompany him until the end of the delivery or the end of the delivery ti limit.

"Guess what I brought you?" Liu Zheng said with a smile, walking up to the edge of the Black Soil to the French Plane Tree.

"A car and a driver?" the French Plane Tree replied.

"Not a bad punchline, but that’s not it," Liu Zheng appreciated its humor, then took out the bag of alcohol and placed the three bottles of fine wine side by side on the ground.

"All are limited edition fine wines, I went to a lot of trouble to get them for you," he said.

He wasn’t lying, after all, he did go through a lot of trouble to get the money for the wine.

"Really?" the French Plane Tree looked at him skeptically while opening the wine boxes.

"Wow!"

Upon seeing the three beautifully packaged bottles of wine, it couldn’t help exclaiming in awe.

Mao Tai from Heaven Island might be great, but it was these imported wines that better suited its noble French aristocratic temperant, especially since they were limited editions.

"Did you go gambling in the black market again?" the French Plane Tree asked.

"No, I conducted a tomb-toppling campaign," Liu Zheng replied.

"Tell , what do you want in exchange?" the French Plane Tree wasn’t concerned with details.

"I’m looking to set off so fireworks, do you have anything suitable?" He explained the situation at the "Sunshine" pet shop.

"Why do you ddle in so many trivial matters a day? Even Li isn’t as idle as you," the French Plane Tree said disdainfully.

It wasn’t just about getting angry on behalf of its kind; it had already eliminated its own kind.

The struggle for survival among plants was even more brutal and secretive than that among animals.

"That’s why he only sent you a waistcoat, but I want to help you turn into a Phoenix," Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"So why are you so eager to turn into a Phoenix? You know that if I turn into a Phoenix, our contract is over, and that would be all harm and no benefit for you," the French Plane Tree said intently.

This was sothing it had been pondering as well.

Although becoming a Phoenix would make it strong enough to deal with any conspiracy...

...the behavior of this human was so extraordinary that it couldn’t help but worry.

"Because it’s very romantic and cool," Liu Zheng proclaid without hesitation.

"Huh? Just for that?" The French Plane Tree felt either its hearing was off or the human’s brain was.

"You ntioned before, those street trees are public property, right?" He pointed at another French Plane Tree.

"Yeah."

"So to so extent, they’re safer and live longer than you, right?" Liu Zheng pressed.

"Mmm... that’s not wrong," the French Plane Tree conceded.

Without evolving, its lifespan was the sa as that of an ordinary French Plane Tree.

Plus, having consud various things, its lifespan might even be shorter.

And it wasn’t completely public property, so it could be attacked.

"If I hadn’t co along, you probably wouldn’t have had the chance to evolve, would you?" Liu Zheng inquired.

"Yeah."

The French Plane Tree didn’t deny it.

"Then if you had to choose again, would you opt for intelligence?" he asked.

"Of course," the French Plane Tree said without hesitation.

"And that’s how I feel too."

"But those are two different things, you know?" the French Plane Tree seed unconvinced.

"Close enough. Sotis it’s good to be confused," he said casually.

"Tsk."

The French Plane Tree clicked its tongue.

"I do have sothing suitable, but I’m afraid you might not dare to use it," it said.

"Oh? What is it?" Liu Zheng was intrigued.

"This."

The tree’s roots pushed aside the Black Soil, carefully placing an object before him.