The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 622: After modification - 457 I am Liu Zheng!

"Know him?"

Liu Zheng took out the delivery slip.

"Is this a Life-taking Courier’s slip?"

The deputy director recognized it imdiately.

"I went through a lot to get this. If anyone makes use it, I’ll be very angry. And when I get angry, the consequences are severe."

"I’ll hunt down each person who plotted against and blow their families to bits - not even cockroach eggs will be spared."

"As for you, Deputy Director, I’ll ask the Tomb Guardian to give you the most lively cetery plot, where your deceased friends can entertain you well."

"They say that when a dead spirit’s obsession fades, the spiritual body crumbles. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you hate so deeply that you’ll suffer for millennia, never reincarnating."

He said calmly.

"Mr. Liu’s connections and thods are truly admirable."

The deputy director spoke after a mont of silence.

"I’m also quite impressed with the deputy director’s sense of humor."

Liu Zheng retorted.

"Haha, how does Mr. Liu know I’m telling a joke?"

The deputy director laughed heartily.

"Well told, next ti don’t tell it."

He said expressionlessly.

"Sure."

The deputy director’s smile faded too.

"How can I not attract the waiters’ attention?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Tie this on."

The deputy director turned and picked up a coil of rope from the sofa.

"As long as you have this tied on you, the waiters will think we’re playing a bondage ga and ignore you."

It said.

"Is it long enough?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Might be quite the joke if I can’t move halfway through.

"Absolutely, it’s Super Elastic Rope; you could run a lap around the Pink Panther Nightclub without a problem."

The deputy director said with great confidence.

"Is that so?"

He took the seemingly ordinary rope; there was no item description.

Holding a small piece, he used two tentacles to stretch it, further and further until reaching the limit of his arms’ span.

"The elasticity is indeed impressive."

Liu Zheng said as he swung a Slaughter Knife with his third tentacle, cutting through the taut rope effortlessly.

"Nice."

He nodded in satisfaction.

If he couldn’t cut it, he might have suspected the deputy director really intended to trap him.

"Mr. Liu is truly cautious."

The deputy director’s tone was neutral.

"No choice; in our line of work, a little carelessness can end up dead in the streets quickly."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

The deputy director tied his four tentacles together and pushed open the private room door, letting him out.

As soon as Liu Zheng stepped out, the waiters’ gaze indeed drifted toward him.

But seeing the rope on his tentacles and the debauched smile of the deputy director leaning against the room door behind him, they turned their gaze away.

Custors are gods; a god’s sexual orientation and proclivities are free.

Liu Zheng walked forward in small steps, and the rope gradually straightened behind him.

Seeing that the waiters indeed made no movents, he gradually picked up speed and soon broke into a run.

Yet the waiters only glanced sideways, making no move.

This reminded him of a movie he had watched before.

The villain wanted to fire the protagonist, only to require the protagonist’s own approval through procedure, and thus the villain conceded with a GG.

Of course, reality isn’t that simple, but there are plenty of cases where organizations end up trapped by their own rules.

Yet if the rules can be easily changed, such organizations also risk falling apart due to instability.

So, grasping the right balance is a very difficult matter.

Of course, many organizations don’t have this worry.

Most are split into two groups: one tirelessly sealing the rules, and the other ripping the place apart.

Lost in thought, Liu Zheng arrived at the door of room 777.

He didn’t stop, continued moving forward, and the waiters’ gazes followed.

"Bang!"

Liu Zheng suddenly turned and kicked open the door to room 777.

The 100-square-ter room was like an insect inferno.

Male bugs in suits and female bugs in skirts tangled together, using their mouthparts to suck each other’s body fluids, mating and laying eggs in sync.

So were one-on-one, so one-on-many, and so many-on-many.

On the sofa, on the walls, on the tables, in the air, on the floor, and on the ceiling, they secreted pheromones, filling the room with a complex, sticky scent.

Around the room, bug limbs, elytra, and bodily fluids sprayed and dropped; on the floor lay several bug corpses with torn-open abdons.

By the looks of it, sothing seemingly burrowed out from inside.

Liu Zheng looked at a bug no larger than a human head; it was evidently the culprit.

Of course, the room wasn’t entirely filled with bugs.

Several employees with paper bags over their heads cowered in the corners, while Wang Manni stood guard with a plastic spray bottle.

She repeatedly pulled the trigger, releasing a green mist.

The green mist wouldn’t disperse imdiately; it hovered before her, then slowly billowed out.

The bugs seed afraid of the mist, steering clear.

But less than half of the solution remained in the bottle, clearly not enough to last long.

Wang Manni had already prepared for a breakout when only a tenth of the solution remained.

As for the pitiable employees, she could only apologize.