The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 342 - 320 Si Xue: Where is my golden liquid?

"I’m Niu Ma, the most aweso, delivering takeout in a plane..."

Niu Ma humd a tune as he opened the door to the break room.

Then, he saw it—a pile of people lying on top of his beloved haystack.

"I’ll count to three."

He said with a dark expression.

"Three!"

Before Niu Ma finished speaking, Liu Zheng had already rolled to his feet.

"Oops, how did this haystack crawl under my butt? There’s a ghost in the break room!"

He pretended to be scared as he spoke.

"Indeed, you’re about to beco a ghost."

Niu Ma lifted his hoof.

"Ahaha, Boss, you must be hungry. I’ve got so great food and drink for you straight from the kitchen."

Liu Zheng quickly took out so snacks and draft beer from the delivery box.

"Clever boy."

Niu Ma kicked him into a prone position with his hoof.

Initially, he was quite happy to see the kid, until Liu Zheng had to be a pain in the ass.

"Did you finish the procurent task?"

He asked while drinking.

"I did. The people at City Hall said they would take care of Peacock and Mr. Li for ."

Liu Zheng snickered.

"That was quick... Didn’t you cozy up to so local bigwig and let him do the work for you?"

Niu Ma voiced his suspicion.

"How could that be? I did everything myself, fought bravely, and suffered heavy losses."

He protested.

With the little wealth he had scraped together nearly all spent, only two Blood Gems remained, and he still didn’t know where to use them.

"Believing you is like seeing ghosts. Huh? Where did you get this thing from?"

Niu Ma asked, looking at the diamond-shaped badge on his chest.

"It was given by people from the Border Managent Bureau. Those two humans belong to the Anti-Slavery faction. Having heard about my pet shop exploit, they wanted to recruit . Plus, since I perford well on this mission, they could earn a lot of performance bonuses, so they gave this as a reward."

Liu Zheng explained.

"You must have Succubus blood in you."

Niu Ma said with a complex expression on his face.

In just a few days, this kid had expanded his network all the way to City Hall, even to the Border Managent Bureau.

If this kid had co earlier, Red Pig and his wife might not have had to die.

"I didn’t, I’m not, stop talking nonsense."

Liu Zheng denied in succession.

"Heh. Give the chip."

Niu Ma said.

"Oh."

He handed over the chip, which Niu Ma swallowed.

"The waters in City Hall are really deep. You’d better not get involved."

Niu Ma spoke in a grave tone.

"Oh. Should I take this badge off?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I told you not to ddle and you stop just like that? It’s City Hall. Even if you go in as a temp, it’s better than delivering takeout at the restaurant."

Niu Ma spoke with frustrated earnestness.

"Isn’t the work atmosphere more important than career prospects? I’m not all that ambitious; as long as I get food and lodging, I’m fine."

He shrugged.

"You think Bloody Restaurant has a good work atmosphere?"

Niu Ma bulged his bovine eyes as he spoke.

"Pretty good, yeah. There’s unity and mutual assistance between departntal colleagues, and candid exchange across different departnts. That atmosphere, I wouldn’t trade it for a bureau chief’s position."

After all, he didn’t say which bureau chief he wouldn’t trade for.

"...You really should beco a talk show host."

Niu Ma said, at a loss for words.

You make death sound like life, and yet all of this bullshit is true. No wonder humans are such weaklings but still manage to be a major force in City Hall; no other race has this kind of talent.

"Thank you for the complint, Boss. I’ll keep pushing myself."

Liu Zheng said with a grin.

"I’m praising you to death."

Niu Ma said, unamused.

"Keep that thing on for now, and we’ll talk after things cool down."

After scolding him, he looked at the City Hall family mber badge and said.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Eat."

Niu Ma muttered.

"Let’s skip eating; I’ll join you for a drink, Boss."

He had already checked—none of the food added attributes, so there was no need to torture himself.

"If I tell you to eat, you eat. My word isn’t good enough after a little trip out, huh?"

Niu Ma glared.

"Yeah yeah yeah, can’t fight City Hall."

Liu Zheng said resignedly.

He reached for the plate at half speed, and just as his hand was about to touch the food, Niu Ma’s phone rang.

"Yes, Boss. I’ll send him right over."

Niu Ma stood up and replied respectfully.

"The boss is calling for , so I’d better go. Enjoy your al, Boss."

Liu Zheng imdiately got up and sprinted for the door.

"Tsk, you’re lucky, kid."

Niu Ma scoffed, but a hint of a smile crept onto his face.

Exiting the break room, he confidently entered the elevator and went to the boss’s office.

The background for today was a lake: Si Xue was sitting on a mountaintop in the middle of the lake, enveloped by clouds and mist, looking ethereal.

Outside the elevator, there was a ferry crossing with a small boat tethered beside it.

"Row over by yourself."

Si Xue’s voice carried from afar.

"Yes, Boss."

Liu Zheng responded and leaped onto the small boat.

"Don’t use the oars; row with your tentacles."

As he was about to use the oars, Si Xue spoke again.

"Yes."

Though he was speechless inside, Liu Zheng threw away the oars and let his tentacles sink into the water.

To row with hands, you push backward, so how should one row with tentacles?

He thought for a mont and then began spinning his four tentacles like a giant windmill.

Who says propellers aren’t paddles?

Of course, even though Liu Zheng put all his might into it, even risking muscle strains, the boat didn’t move very fast.

There’s a special craft for everything; walls only crumble with enough force.

It took him a good half hour before he finally reached the foot of the mountain.

Fortunately, Si Xue didn’t ask him to row the boat up the mountain; instead, she just fished him up with a hook.