The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 229 - 228 My Loyalty to the Boss Is Unwavering

Amon, who had already retreated deep into Black Cat’s soul, let out a sneer that others couldn’t hear.

Of course, if you can’t win, you have to run, otherwise, would you stay and wait for death?

Evading is shaful, but effective.

He could evade, but Black Cat couldn’t.

It had no choice but to brace itself and look toward the deep red light, where Liu Zheng was still dancing.

But his dance style had changed from the hormone-fueled disco to a passionate and sturdy Cossack Dance.

And on his chest, the Golden Star Tank dal was emitting a dazzling red light.

Suddenly, Liu Zheng looked toward Black Cat.

The latter was so scared that its tail stood up straight imdiately, and its fur puffed out, as if it had been shocked by high-voltage electricity.

"Davariheshe, co dance,"

Liu Zheng extended a tentacle to Black Cat, as if making an invitation.

However, in Black Cat’s eyes, what he extended was not a tentacle, but the barrel of a cannon.

"No!"

It scread, but Liu Zheng paid no attention.

He stepped forward, his body folded down, then pivoted around his left hoof, turning three and a half tis before all four tentacles whipped out simultaneously.

"Snap!"

A sound like that of a whip struck right at Black Cat’s heart.

And in its eyes, four cannon barrels fired red orbs as bright as the sun, which then suddenly expanded.

"Bang!"

The tank on the Gold Star dal trembled, the brilliant and pure red light burst through the black fog and the Blood Fog, shattering the Gospel.

All the writers present felt as if their souls had been hit by a heavy hamr.

Those below the golden feather level fainted outright, while those above the golden feather level also saw darkness before their eyes.

As for Liu Zheng, he was completely unaffected, dragging the dizzy Black Cat to dance, regardless of its expression of utter despair.

Beat after beat, Black Cat twirled and flipped in the air following his movents, like tassels on the sleeves of a dance dress.

Equally in despair was the novelist on the side, her shadow already dissolved, her eyes had returned to their original green.

She had never imagined that she’d defend against that flirt Fei Shibu successfully, only to have a cat snatch the dance from her.

Had she not known that Liu Zheng was not in a normal state, she really would’ve doubted his XP was abnormal, too.

Finally, the music approached its end, and Liu Zheng’s eyes slowly cleared.

A sense of lightness he had never felt before made his feet float, yet the tiredness of his soul weighed his steps down.

The feeling was like that of a post-soar sage mode after a thoroughly satisfying act of love.

"Did I win? Then let’s start the next one,"

Liu Zheng looked at the crashed Fei Shibu and said sowhat reluctantly.

As expected of a young man with high physical fitness, he recovered quickly.

Black Cat broke free from his hand and hopped back onto the stage.

"There’s no next one,"

It said helplessly, looking at the writers sprawled all over.

With them in this state, how could they dance battle? They couldn’t possibly be carried onto the stage now, could they?

But...

It looked around the arena, now the black fog in the square had been completely consud, leaving it clean and refreshing.

Although the process was a bit thrilling, the objective of the dance battle was achieved, and the effect was outstanding.

"That’s it? Don’t you have anybody who can dance?"

Liu Zheng said disappointedly.

"After all, it’s the Writer’s Association, not a Dance Association,"

Black Cat said, speaking against its conscience.

It found that Liu Zheng seed unaware of what had happened, so it didn’t tell him the truth.

After all, it was rather embarrassing to say that a bunch of writers’ negative thoughts couldn’t suppress a newcor like him.

Strictly speaking, a writer’s negative thoughts are oftentis directly proportional to their inspiration.

The more negative thoughts they have, the stronger their perceptiveness.

Whether it’s emotional flow or any other literary school, perceptiveness is a very important ability.

This deliveryman mr’s abundance of negative thoughts indicates that he’s either had an extrely bumpy life or possesses exceptional perceptiveness.

No matter which kind it was, they were all a great help in becoming a major author.

Thinking of this, Black Cat’s smile grew even more fervent.

"I wonder if Mr. Delivery has any interest in joining our writers’ association. I can submit an application to the president right now."

"Mr. Fool, there’s no need to test ; I am loyal to my restaurant and, most especially, to my boss."

Liu Zheng was tempted for 0.1 seconds before he said with righteous indignation.

"Ah, actually, the ’Quill’ club has anti-peeping chanisms."

Black Cat said with so embarrassnt.

"That’s the honest truth, whether my boss can hear it or not, that’s how it is."

His tone beca even more impassioned.

"Ah, okay. It seems the work environnt at Bloody Restaurant really isn’t that great."

Black Cat gave him a sympathetic glance.

Liu Zheng kept a straight face but still nodded slightly in agreent.

"That’s enough for today’s ball. The two of you should exit first."

Black Cat said to the pair.

Although Liu Zheng had made the ball a ss, the result turned out fine.

So Black Cat decided to act as if nothing had happened, neither rewarding nor punishing.

Although Liu Zheng didn’t know what had occurred, seeing the novelists strewn all over the place, he knew sothing must have gone wrong.

"Then let’s go."

He looked at the novelist.

"Alright, senior,"

The novelist responded crisply, then extended a hand.

"Huh?"

Liu Zheng was taken aback, but still reflexively took the hand.

The stage slowly descended, and the two headed for the suddenly appeared exit.

"Okay, stop playing dead."

After the pair left, Black Cat said to Fei Shibu.

Fei Shibu, who had been as still as a statue, imdiately sprang to life and did so stretching exercises.

"So this was the reason you found earlier, telling to remain unsurprised no matter what happened,"

Black Cat said.

"Yep. God of Fool acted really well."

Fei Shibu said with a smiling, squinted eyes, looking nothing like the bitter and sharp-tongued persona she had just been.

"I was rely hosting normally. It’s your acting skills that were magical,"

Black Cat said lightly.

Although it hadn’t exposed them, that didn’t an it approved of their actions.

Liu Zheng wasn’t a mber of the writers’ association, so if he caused trouble, Black Cat didn’t have issue with him.

But Fei Shibu and the novelist were both mbers of the writers’ association, and moreover golden feather authors. They had caused such a big ss, and Black Cat was quite unhappy.

If one were to think badly, were the two of them deliberately trying to set a trap for it?

Of course, Black Cat was fairly familiar with Fei Shibu and knew she wouldn’t be foolish enough to do so.

But still, an attitude had to be shown.

"After all, we were both in the drama club back in college,"

Fei Shibu chuckled.

"I will propose to the association to penalize you with a fine of three million and confinent to write in the association’s ’black room’ for a week. Do you agree?"

Black Cat asked.

"I agree."

Fei Shibu responded crisply.

"As for the novelist’s punishnt, it will be the sa as yours, plus an additional fine of two million. You’ll be responsible for informing her,"

Black Cat added.

"The fine is no problem. But about the black room, can I take her place instead? She still needs to chase n,"

Fei Shibu said nonchalantly.