The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 695 - 493 - Si Xue: "You want to be on top of me? 2

He looked up, Si Xue was wearing a red nightdress, reclining on a white marble chaise lounge, with most of her chest and legs exposed, like a red rose in the snow.

"How many tis have you interrupted my beauty sleep already?"

She stretched lazily and said.

"It’s my fault. How about you sleep a little longer, and I’ll protect you?"

Liu Zheng struggled to control his eyes, trying to avoid looking at where he shouldn’t.

Of course, it could also be a place he should look.

"You protect ? What about the things under my seat, which one can you withstand?"

Si Xue sneered.

"Even if I can’t withstand it, I must try. My loyalty to the boss is as clear as day."

He said righteously.

"Which boss are you pledging loyalty to?"

Si Xue said with a aningful tone.

"There can’t be two suns in the sky, nor two kings in a country. There’s only one boss in the Bloody Restaurant, and that’s you."

Liu Zheng imdiately replied.

"What about outside the Bloody Restaurant?"

"Once a boss, always a boss. Even if I leave the restaurant, even if I leave the tropolis, I’ll forever be your employee."

He said with a serious expression.

"Bring your face here."

Si Xue suddenly said.

Liu Zheng, feeling sowhat apprehensive, leaned his face forward.

"What a flatterer."

Si Xue reached out and pinched his face, turning it three tis clockwise then three tis counterclockwise.

"Boss knows my loyalty is genuine, not just flattery."

Liu Zheng muttered indistinctly.

"Regardless, even if it’s just flattery, I appreciate it. Others’ complints are the sa old clichés; how could they compare to your inventive ones?"

Si Xue laughed.

"I’m rely standing on the giants’ lips."

He modestly said.

"I say you’re fat and you start breathing heavily. Get five ters away from ."

Si Xue let go of his face, her expression turning cold.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng quickly rolled away.

Of course, the distance wasn’t exact, but fortunately, Si Xue didn’t nitpick.

"So tell , what’s going on with the President of the Writers Association?"

She asked.

"Well, it’s like this..."

Liu Zheng knew she had a way of knowing what employees were up to. Without surprise, he recounted the afternoon tea event at the Fool’s house.

"It’s truly an ill on in his old age, covered with red hair."

Si Xue’s expression turned sowhat grave.

"Does this have anything to do with us?"

"Does it have anything to do with us? The existence of the tropolis can’t do without these narrative entities. You tell if there’s a connection?"

Si Xue sneered coldly.

"There should be more than one narrator, right?"

"The President of the Writers Association is the youngest narrator. He’s already facing sinister ons in his old age. How good can it be for those old guys?"

Si Xue smirked.

"So what do we do?"

Liu Zheng pretended to be worried and asked.

If the tropolis were gone, what would it have to do with him? In fact, it would be better if it didn’t exist, so he wouldn’t be tossed over by Hell’s Ga for overti again.

Oh no, he could run, but Niu Ma and the French Plane Tree couldn’t.

Forget it, might as well be a bit worried then.

"Nothing to do, if the sky falls, City Hall will support it, and if City Hall can’t, there’s the Supre Councilman."

Si Xue rolled her eyes.

"But who knows if City Hall is aware of this matter."

She propped her chin and fell into thought.

"I think they possibly don’t know."

Liu Zheng boldly speculated.

"Oh? Why?"

Si Xue asked, intrigued.

"The tropolis is just a few landmarks, so bureaus, but eating still requires separate pots dividing the food."

"If the Writers Association guards others’ pots, their own pot might just end up shattered. When they can repair the pot themselves, they surely wouldn’t want others to know."

He explained.

And The Fool asked him to help find the Nine Dragons Coffin, attempting to nd the pot.

"Did you learn all this in the countryside?"

Si Xue said with a half-smile.

"Partly, it’s my innate talent."

Liu Zheng shalessly said.

"Tsk tsk. A pity the Writers Association President didn’t give his all."

Si Xue said regretfully.

If the Writers Association President had tried seriously, the Peacock would’ve lost a few feathers.

"Boss, if they did give their all, I wouldn’t return under your employ."

Liu Zheng innocently said.

"Not returning would be best, one less person causing trouble."

Si Xue said grumpily.

"It’s not that I want trouble, people outside are just too vile and insist on picking on ."

He defended himself.

"Enough, stop acting pitiful; I know all the shady stuff you’ve done."

"My phone is almost blown up by City Hall calling, saying your Bloody Restaurant is sothing now, forced distribution has turned into forced detonations, exploding wherever you go."

"Now if you were to deliver to City Hall, would you blow up City Hall too?"

Si Xue mimicked City Hall’s tone.

"Slander, this is blatant slander. Last ti at that nightclub, it was clearly those bugs who blew it up."

Liu Zheng unwittingly admitted.

"By the way, can we really forcibly distribute to the people at City Hall?"

He changed the topic and asked.

"Theoretically yes, but practically..."

Si Xue smiled but didn’t continue.

"Got it, got it. Courtesy should not extend to lesser people, nor punishnt to unworthy officials."

Liu Zheng nodded repeatedly.

"That statent is quite interesting."

Si Xue pondered for a mont.

"Unfortunately, the restaurant doesn’t need paperwork, otherwise, I’d let you be an office manager."

She chuckled.

"I think the takeaway departnt needs more."

"Isn’t it you that needs the takeaway departnt?"

Si Xue retorted sharply.

If he couldn’t leave the Bloody Restaurant, Liu Zheng’s efforts so far would be mostly in vain.

That’s one reason he always maintained the utmost respect for Si Xue.

Even if Si Xue didn’t act directly, a single command could change his fate.

If it weren’t for Hell’s Ga, as long as Liu Zheng remained in the Bloody Restaurant, he’d forever be under Si Xue’s thumb.

That’s the downside of power not belonging to oneself.

Yet, if he pursued power belonging to no one, forget talking with Si Xue, he’d likely die during a delivery before seeing anyone else.

"Of course, forced distribution isn’t entirely impossible. If City Hall doesn’t show respect to the restaurant, the restaurant won’t show respect to them."

"But until the face is ripped open, at least I won’t do it."

Si Xue continued.

"I understand. A deterrent weapon has the most deterring effect before being used."

Liu Zheng chid in.

"That’s the principle."

Si Xue regarded him with an appreciative glance but quickly retracted it.

"Nine Dragons Coffin might not be able to solve the President of the Writers Association’s problems."

She thought for a mont and said.

"So what should we do?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No problem, I can upgrade it. Co up here."

Si Xue instructed.

"Huh? Boss, where should I stand?"

He looked at the reclined chair filled by Si Xue and scratched his head inquiringly.

"Find a spot yourself. Or, do you want to stand on ?"

"No, not at all."

Liu Zheng quickly shook his head, then daringly squatted on the armrest beside Si Xue’s feet.

"This makes you quite like a cat."

Si Xue teased.

"To be a boss’s cat is my greatest honor."

He said cheekily.

"Better to be a dog, at least a dog can do so work. Cats just know how to eat and sleep."

"Achoo!"

The San Huamao sneezed as it was gutting fish.

After mocking the cat, Si Xue lazily dropped a hand, her fingertips grazing the obsidian ground.

The obsidian ground, tougher than steel, shattered completely, falling into the lake below.

Si Xue hooked her index finger, and four obsidian pillars rose from the lake.

Black, white, blue, and green Western dragons were sealed in the pillars, their mouths agape, flas of different colors frozen at the mont before eruption.

Their fierce vertical pupils glaring furiously at Si Xue, the intent and pressure even causing Liu Zheng squat beside to shiver.

"Have you not seen enough after all these years? Do you want to gouge out your eyes and put them on my desk to look at slowly?"

Si Xue coldly said.

The four Western dragons’ anger intensified in their eyes, yet they could only rage powerlessly.

"Four still short of five."

Si Xue ignored them, lost in thought.

"Hey, lend so of your dragons."

She suddenly shouted upwards into the cavern.