The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 624 - 457: I am Liu Zheng!

"Do you recognize it?"

Liu Zheng took out the delivery note.

"Is this the Life-taking Courier’s delivery note?"

The deputy director recognized it.

"I spent a lot of effort to get this. If anyone makes use it, I will be very angry. And when I’m angry, the consequences are very serious."

"I will find every single person who set up, then blow their entire family to bits, leaving not even a cockroach egg untouched by fire."

"As for you, Mr. Deputy Director, I will ask the Tomb Guardian to find you the liveliest cetery spot, and have those dear deceased friends of yours entertain you well."

"They say when a dead spirit’s obsession fades, the spiritual body collapses. But rest assured, I will make you hate to the core, suffering for eternity, never to reincarnate."

He said calmly.

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

The deputy director said after a mont of silence.

"I equally admire the deputy director’s sense of humor."

Liu Zheng retorted.

"Haha, how did Mr. Liu know I was joking?"

The deputy director laughed heartily.

"You tell it well. Don’t tell it again next ti."

He said expressionlessly.

"Alright."

The deputy director’s smile also faded away.

"How can I avoid drawing the waitstaff’s attention?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Tie this on."

The deputy director turned around and took a bundle of rope from the sofa.

"As long as you have this tied on, the waitstaff will assu we’re playing bondage and won’t bother you."

It said.

"Is it long enough?"

Liu Zheng asked.

It would be a real joke if I couldn’t move halfway through.

"Definitely enough, this is a Super Elastic Rope, you could circle the entire Pink Panther Nightclub without any issue."

The deputy director said with great confidence.

"Really?"

He accepted the rope that looked ordinary on the outside, with no product description.

He used two tentacles to hold a small section of the rope and tried to stretch it, stretch it again, and stretch it further, until it reached the limit of his tentacles.

"The elasticity is indeed good."

Liu Zheng said, holding a Slaughter Knife with a third tentacle and easily cutting through the taut rope.

"Very good."

He nodded in satisfaction.

If he couldn’t cut through it, he would have to doubt if the deputy director truly wanted to set him up.

"Mr. Liu is indeed cautious."

The deputy director’s tone was ambiguous.

"No choice, in our line of work, without a bit of caution, you’d have died on the street long ago."

Liu Zheng shrugged it off.

The deputy director tied his four tentacles together and then pushed open the private room door to let him out.

As soon as Liu Zheng left the private room, the waitstaff’s gaze indeed drifted over.

But seeing the rope on his tentacles and the deputy director leaning against the private room door with a lewd grin, they withdrew their gaze.

A custor is a god, and a god’s sexual orientation and kinks are free.

Liu Zheng took small steps forward, and the rope gradually tightened behind him.

Seeing the waitstaff indeed remained still, he gradually picked up the pace, eventually sprinting.

The waitstaff only glanced with the corner of their eyes, not making any moves.

This inevitably reminded him of a movie he’d seen.

In it, the villain wanted to fire the protagonist, but the procedure required the protagonist to approve it himself, so the villain was defeated.

In reality, it’s never that simple, but cases of groups falling into their own rules are not uncommon.

However, if the rules could be easily changed, that group would also collapse due to a lack of stability.

So, how to balance this is a very difficult problem.

Of course, many groups don’t have such worries.

Most of them are divided into two groups, one busy welding the rules shut, the other busy tearing the place apart.

In his thoughts, Liu Zheng arrived at the door of private room 777.

He didn’t stop, continuing to move forward, and the waitstaff’s gaze followed.

"Bang!"

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

In the large private room of over one hundred square ters, a swarm of insects was dancing around chaotically.

Suit-wearing male bugs and skirt-wearing female bugs were entangled, using mouthparts to suck each other’s body fluid, deeply linking copulatory organs and ovipositors.

So were 1v1, so 1vN, and so NvN.

They indulged on the sofas, walls, tables, in the air, on the floor, and on the ceiling, secreting pheromones wildly, filling the entire room with a complex and nauseating odor.

Everywhere in the room, there were fallen and sprayed bug limbs, elytra, and body fluids. The floor even had several bug corpses with burst-open abdons.

From the shape, sothing seed to have drilled out from inside.

Liu Zheng looked at a bug roughly the size of a human head, the obvious culprit.

Of course, the room wasn’t only filled with insects.

There were several employees with paper bags over their heads shivering in the corner, and Wang Manni stood in front of them wielding a transparent plastic spray bottle.

She kept pulling the trigger of the spray bottle, releasing a green mist.

The green mist didn’t spread imdiately, instead hovering in front of her, slowly dissipating.

The insects seed to fear the green mist, staying far away.

But the solution in the spray bottle was barely half full, clearly not enough to hold out for long.

Wang Manni was prepared to break out as soon as the solution was down to a tenth.

As for the unfortunate employees, she could only apologize.