The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 598 - 445: It Looks Like You’re Not About to Transfo

"Thank you."

He nodded.

"Ugh, a movie ant for three people, yet I never even get a na."

The nightingale said sadly.

"Four people! Wait, Liu Zheng is mine alone!"

Vampire Sister protested while fiercely clawing at Liu Zheng’s pant leg, trying to climb up.

"Alright, alright, keep clawing and you’ll strip my pants completely."

He grabbed Vampire Sister and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

"Hehehe, horse ride ti!"

Vampire Sister straddled the back of his neck, mimicking horseback riding.

Amidst the cheerful atmosphere, the tank drove toward Rose Street.

A few minutes later, a Coaster and a police armored vehicle arrived simultaneously.

A group of people dressed in orange uniforms and another in black uniforms stepped off their respective vehicles—the forr was from the Sanitation Departnt, while the latter belonged to the Security Departnt.

"Gan Lin!"

The Sanitation Departnt team leader cursed aloud upon seeing the wrecked road.

In this state, repairing it would cost even more than paving an entirely new road.

Sure, he could skim so profit off the top, but it wouldn’t stop him from getting chewed out during the report or affecting his prospects during year-end evaluations.

"Those bastards from Bloody Restaurant, have they beco addicted to blowing up streets?"

The Sanitation Departnt team leader cursed again.

He knew full well who the culprits were this ti and also knew it was the sa person who blasted the street with "Sunshine" Pet Shop last ti.

If it were soone else, he’d have imdiately gone door-to-door to apprehend them, teaching those pest families a good lesson about not vandalizing public property.

Even if they were city council mbers, the Sanitation Departnt leader would at least vent his complaints in the written reports.

But since it was Bloody Restaurant folks, his hands were tied.

No arrests could be made, and complaining was pointless.

But anger never disappears—it rely shifts. So...

"Those bald monks can’t just hide out in the taverse; they actually have the nerve to co ss with us in reality? I guess they’ve gotten tired of living."

The Sanitation Departnt leader said darkly.

Once back, he’d send a formal notice to the City Supervision Departnt, arranging a joint operation to clean up the underground workshops that made artificial bodies for the monks.

If they still don’t cooperate, he’d lead his team straight into the taverse, tearing down a few temples and smashing dozens of statues just for starters.

Normally, he doesn’t care about the higher-ups’ ambiguous attitude, but did they really think the taverse was so sort of lawless zone?

"Collect evidence, calculate damages, inflate by 30 percent."

The Sanitation Departnt leader commanded.

"Got it."

The sanitation crew imdiately got to work.

As for the Security Departnt crew, they simply snapped a few photos and drove off.

The apartnt was the main cri scene; this spot was only for visual docuntation.

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As the saying goes, three won make a drama.

And another saying: enemies beco bitterly hostile upon eting.

When the Potato Sisters encountered Guo Koutangzi, all four of them instinctively felt a sense of discomfort.

"Are these your wives? Wow, even have a daughter now—a picture-perfect family, huh?"

Guo Koutangzi said mockingly.

"Who’s the daughter? I’m Liu Zheng’s top wife!"

Vampire Sister retorted indignantly.

"You? That’d only be true if Liu Zheng was this short."

Guo Koutangzi extended her pinky finger and then curled it up mocking her.

"I’ve only temporarily ended up like this; I’ll grow back eventually! You green tea girl, I’ll bite you to death!"

Vampire Sister instantly lost it, yet too injured to fly, she could only claw vainly in frustration.

"So you don’t even know how long Liu Zheng is? How pitiful—not only are you without status, you’re not even qualified to be the side chick."

The nightingale said with an overly sympathetic tone.

"Spoken like you know! You lot need to stop acting out soap opera scenes and leave alone—I’m still on the clock!"

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

"Oh, like we ever see you when you’re off the clock. Besides, when have you ever not mixed personal errands into your work hours?"

Sea Girl chid in, joining the fray.

"Hey, why hasn’t Dai Legao woken up yet? Choked up over a corpse? With all the crap in the sewer, how has it not burst him wide open?"

He coughed awkwardly, turned around, and shouted loudly.

"See? This is the price of flirting left and right."

Doctor Nile said to Niu Daji.

"I see; no wonder you’re my boss. Amazing!"

Niu Daji said with admiration etched on his face.

"Mm... You’ve got real potential for being his lackey."

Doctor Nile gave a thumbs-up.

"Arnold, everyone’s just lazing about—how about we play so mahjong?"

Chili Head, sensing the awkward atmosphere, awkwardly suggested.

"Where’d you get mahjong?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"We brought it."

Chili Head pulled out a transparent plastic bag from underneath his oversized robe filled with miniature mahjong tiles and a palm-sized table.

"How do you even play sothing so tiny?"

"Oh, it’s a travel set—add water and it’ll expand to regular size."

Chili Head explained.

"Impressive—not bad, tropolis-quality. But with this many people, one mahjong set won’t cut it. You can’t just play in shifts, right?"

Excluding the French Plane Tree, there were still eleven people.

"We brought more."

Scallion, Ginger, and Garlic—each produced their own bag of mahjong tiles.

"So, this is the Jiwei Group’s gang culture, huh?"

Liu Zheng muttered, squinting at them.

"Of course—playing mahjong not only fosters group bonding but also trains dexterity and strategic thinking. It’s a tradition we’ve upheld since the group’s inception."

Guo Koutangzi proudly declared.

Saying this, she pulled out her own bag of mahjong tiles too.