The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 405 - 350 What is the Bloody Restaurant2

At this mont, he felt quite like Liu Bei who was stopped outside by a child when he visited the thatched cottage three tis.

Could this be the fate of the Liu family?

"Bloody Restaurant? What the hell is Bloody Restaurant!"

Niu Daji’s eyes widened in terror.

"Niu Xiaoji, run for your life, and please beg mom not to give my na to another child."

With a shout, he picked up a pitchfork and charged toward the tank.

Niu Daji had heard legends of the Bloody Restaurant. In the tales of those people, the Bloody Restaurant was no different from Hell, the Netherworld, or places like that.

And the takeaway from Bloody Restaurant was the last al before death; the restaurant’s delivery boys were the Grim Reaper’s emissaries of death.

"Fine! Niu Daji, you go and die properly. Once you’re dead, I’ll be Niu Daji, hahaha."

Niu Xiaoji threw his pitchfork and galloped toward the inside of Bird House.

"I CNM!"

Niu Daji cursed in frustration and then slamd headfirst into the front armor of the tank.

"I’m so dizzy, grandma, how did you get here?"

He lay on the ground, facing up, and looked at the sky.

"No, what on earth are you two acting out here?"

Liu Zheng was speechless.

They had not even recognized his uniform a mont ago, and upon hearing the four words "Bloody Restaurant," they had gone mad again.

Not to ntion that he was not there to deliver takeaway for them, even if he were, shouldn’t you first ask who it’s for before running away?

Otherwise, if the one who’s not getting the takeaway runs away, and the one who is supposed to receive the takeaway stays, that would truly be bizarre and laughable.

"Wake up, wake up."

Liu Zheng didn’t bother with Niu Xiaoji who had run away, but got off the tank, pulled Niu Daji up, and then slapped him a few tis on both sides of the face.

"Grandma, where are you going? You still owe two pounds of sweet potato vines."

Niu Daji said groggily.

"I don’t know where your grandma has gone, but if you don’t wake up soon, I will send you to see her."

He raised the boning knife and thrust it into the top of the cow’s head.

"No! I won’t eat the sweet potato vines anymore."

The pain at the back of his neck brought Niu Daji fully awake, and he raised his hooves and shouted.

"Who told you to eat sweet potato vines? Wake up! Your brother has already been running for ten years."

Liu Zheng swung his tentacle and struck Niu Daji sharply in the center of his head, leaving a clear mark.

"I’m awake, I’m awake, stop hitting ."

Niu Daji pleaded.

"Hah! You’re a ruined man! If you had only stood firm, I would have spared you! But now that you’re begging ... well, I’ll spare your life this ti."

He held back his urge to play along and threw Niu Daji to the ground.

"Thank you, thank you, my lord, for sparing my life."

Niu Daji got up, thanking profusely.

While bowing and scraping, he stealthily eyed the machine gun on the tank.

To call it a machine gun was almost an understatent; the caliber was virtually that of a cannon.

Niu Daji could almost foresee that if the tal storm unleashed, he would be shredded more finely than the feed in the trough.

And the mummy holding a curved saber and watching intently was also putting a lot of pressure on him.

"What exactly does my lord want to do?"

Niu Daji asked timidly.

"I need nothing from you; I rely asked if this was Bathhouse Street, everything else was you acting hysterical on your own," Liu Zheng said.

"Ah? I thought you ca to deliver us takeaway."

Niu Daji said, astonished.

"Did I say that? Did you even ask?"

He grabbed the other’s shoulder and shook it violently.

"But if you said it then, it would be too late for to run."

Niu Daji said confidently.

"I’ve realized that every one of you in tropolis suffers from persecution complex," Liu Zheng shook his head and said.

But considering the survival environnt of tropolis, it seems they aren’t entirely without reason.

This must be what they call survival of the fittest, convergent evolution.

"So what are you here for exactly?"

Knowing that it wasn’t his delivery, Niu Daji’s tone beca more assertive.

"If you talk to in that tone again, I’ll make you into a delivery item."

Liu Zheng thrust the boning knife deep into the back of its neck, a little deeper than before.

"I’m sorry, my lord. Whatever you command, just say it."

Niu Daji imdiately knelt down.

"Heh, nothing but a bunch who is not comfortable without a beating."

He sneered coldly.

If Niu Daji had simply answered his questions earlier, not only would he have not hard him, but he would have also given him sothing extra, considering he was a seventh-rank official at the Pri Minister’s Gatekeeper.

But since the other party couldn’t understand human language, Liu Zheng had to communicate with it in a manner it could understand.

Swinging the boning knife, he shaved off a slice of head from Niu Daji’s neck, as thick as a fingernail and as wide as a pair of spectacles.

"Ah!"

"Shut up!"

Just as Niu Daji had cried out, Liu Zheng shoved the boning knife into his mouth to silence him.

Then he took out a hundred-yuan note and pressed it against Niu Daji’s wound.

"One doesn’t seem to stop the bleeding."

Liu Zheng said, looking at the banknote now soaked crimson with blood.

"Then add another one."

He muttered to himself.

"Still not enough, add one more."

One bill, two bills, three bills...

The heavier his hand patted the money, the more blood seeped from Niu Daji’s wound.

Yet, his complexion seed to grow increasingly rosy, even a sparkle began to show in his eyes.

In just that mont, the bills on his neck exceeded his monthly salary.

"The bleeding seems to be stopping."

Liu Zheng said softly.

Hearing this, Niu Daji was startled and quickly tensed his muscles, ripping open the wound that was about to clot.

"Not yet, not yet, it can keep flowing a little longer."

He said with a sycophantic smile.

"Forget it, I’m afraid you’ll bleed to death later, and I won’t be able to find anyone to talk to."

Liu Zheng put away the remaining bills.

Niu Daji watched the money with reluctant longing, his eyes all but chasing it back to the system space.

"The noise just now, it wouldn’t have alerted the security on Bathhouse Street, would it?"

He asked.

"No, no, if soone really causes trouble or City Hall cos for an inspection, they’d be tipped off before even reaching Bird House. We are just for show."

Niu Daji hurriedly said.

"Oh, so your younger brother won’t ss up and talk, will he?"

He asked again.

"He shouldn’t, right?"

Niu Daji said, not very confidently.

His younger brother’s brain was squeezed during birth, causing him to act and speak unpredictably; only their mother could control him.

"Hmm?"

Liu Zheng gave him a look.

"I’ll call my mom right away."

Niu Daji imdiately took out his phone.

"Mom, call Niu Xiaoji right now. Tell him to keep his mouth shut and then hurry back to stand guard."

He told the other end of the line after connecting.

"Ah, I’ll talk to you after work. You go buy so good feed; we’ll have a nice al tonight."

He said with a grin.

"Boss, I’ve talked to my mom. She’ll keep Niu Xiaoji quiet right away."

After hanging up the phone, Niu Daji said to Liu Zheng.

"Good. My big boss is Niu Ma, you’re a Minotaur, you both have ox heads, that’s fate. I like ferrying those with whom I share a destiny."

"The sea of suffering is boundless; money makes the boat. I have plenty of money; it depends on whether you’re willing to be ferried."

He nodded.

"Willing, definitely willing. Don’t just talk about ferrying ; I’d even be willing to drown in a sea of money."

Niu Daji eagerly said.

"You’re a doorman, so you should be familiar with Bathhouse Street, right?"

He asked.

"Of course, my family has lived here since my great-great-grandmother’s ti."

"Then there shouldn’t be a problem if I ask you to guide , right?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"Hey, not to boast, but I could find you a fly, as long as it’s one from Bathhouse Street."

Niu Daji said proudly.

"Alright, I want to take a stroll through Bathhouse Street, and you’re going to show around. If you do it well, there’ll be a big reward."

He pulled out a thick stack of bills, waved it in front of Niu Daji, then tucked it back away.

"No problem, I’ll call my family right now and have my other brother co to guide you."

Niu Daji said after salivating.

"No, I want you."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"This... Alright, I’ll call my brother to replace then."

Niu Daji hesitated before responding.

The job as a doorman on Bathhouse Street was a secure position earned by their ancestors, with just two spots passed down through the generations.

But who stood watch didn’t really matter, as long as there was no vacancy and no trouble, it was fine.

"Then make the call now."

Liu Zheng nodded.