The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 112 Niu Ma Hasn’t Returned, Who is Knocking at the Door?

Chapter 112: Chapter 112 Niu Ma Hasn’t Returned, Who is Knocking at the Door?

This time on his return journey, Liu Zheng didn’t go looking for the French Plane Tree.

Although with its protection, Rose Street should be quite safe.

But as everyone knows, when there is no danger from the outside, the French Plane Tree itself becomes the danger.

Now that his luck was so low, what if he tripped on his left foot over his right and fell into the Black Soil?

Anyway, he didn’t have anything good to exchange at the moment.

Liu Zheng held the steering wheel with both hands, one hand opened the delivery box to check the duplicated dishes.

"Name: Giant Red Whale Sashimi"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: Recovers stamina, compensates for deficiencies, physique +1."

"Note: Try fighting me without your cosplay, and let’s have a one-on-one duel!"

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

Clearly, this piece of sashimi came from one of those four fat fish.

"The problem is, you four didn’t have a one-on-one duel with me either."

Liu Zheng rolled up the plate, clanging it into his mouth.

It must be said, the taste was indeed very rich and delicious, giving him the sensation of feasting on the belly of a salmon.

Even better than salmon, it had an additional complex flavor.

As for the source of this complex flavor, he decided not to delve into it.

"Worthy of a perfect-level item indeed."

Liu Zheng patted the delivery box.

It might not look much, but physique +1 is all free gains.

If he stayed in this world for a year and a half, he dared not imagine what kind of attribute monster he would become.

Of course, that was impossible.

Not to mention the danger of delivering food, the system would not allow him to grind attributes in this instance indefinitely.

Liu Zheng had a premonition that he wouldn’t be staying in this instance for much longer.

However, this also allowed one to estimate just how strong the Legendary delivery man could be.

He had only been delivering for a few days, but Li had been doing it for who knows how many years.

If Ghost Hand really was the Legendary delivery man, no wonder he dared to try to confront Si Xue.

Although he was instantly suppressed in the end, he was already very powerful.

After all, Niu Ma merely said the wrong thing and was almost killed by Si Xue without any power to fight back.

However, Liu Zheng felt that the relationship between Ghost Hand and the Legendary delivery man might not be so simple.

Upon reaching the entrance of the passage, he got out of the car.

Just as he was about to leave, a hand tugged at his vest.

Liu Zheng turned around, and a person dressed in a driver’s uniform was sitting in the driver’s seat looking at him.

"Car service has ended. There are no bumps, no damage, and no traffic violations. The total fee is one hundred yuan," said the driver expressionlessly.

"What a rip-off," he complained.

His salary wasn’t even enough to cover the car service fee.

He wondered if the electric scooter would be cheaper, but with his current speed, the electric scooter wouldn’t be of much use anyway.

Complaints aside, Liu Zheng still obediently paid the money.

As the driver was about to leave, an idea suddenly struck Liu Zheng.

"Does our restaurant have any stronger, more dominant cars?" Liu Zheng asked.

The driver looked at him without saying a word.

Liu Zheng understood immediately.

"Hey, you dropped some money," he said.

With a flick of the wrist, a roll of banknotes "fell" onto the steering wheel.

The driver solemnly picked up the banknotes, then looked around.

"What kind of car do you want?" he asked.

"Do you have a tank?" Liu Zheng recalled the scene where Red Ghost had bombed him with an 85mm tank cannon.

"Yes," the driver nodded.

"Is it any good?"

"What counts as good?" the driver countered.

"Can it blow up Niu Ma with a single shot?" Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

"Only one can," said the driver.

"How much for that one?" he hurriedly inquired.

Driving a tank that could blow up Niu Ma, he could basically cross the streets sideways.

"At least two hundred thousand," said the driver.

"Uh, can it be a bit cheaper?" With two hundred thousand, Liu Zheng could almost have Niu Ma take himself out.

The driver looked at him, then closed his mouth again.

"Oh, how did you lose your money again?"

Liu Zheng repeated his old trick.

"The costly part is the labor fee. The tank crew requires 6 people, each costing 30,000. If you can recruit a crew yourself, you can save that expense,"

the driver said as he put away the money.

200,000 minus 180,000 is 20,000, which is within the affordable range.

"The tank crew won’t mind, will they?"

He thought of another issue.

"They won’t. The restaurant doesn’t have anyone who can drive, so if you want to use me, I still have to find people from outside,"

the driver explained.

Wow, the tank crew still has to be outsourced, no wonder the labor fee is so high.

"Alright, I’ll figure something out,"

Liu Zheng nodded.

What came to his mind, of course, was the Red Ghost. Since it could summon a tank, it should probably know how to drive it as well.

"Remember my number, call me next time you need a vehicle,"

the driver recited a string of digits.

"If you can get me a new uniform, I could also serve as your private driver for once,"

he paused before speaking again.

Liu Zheng looked at the driver’s uniform. Though clean and crisp, it was indeed quite worn, pilling in many areas.

"Aren’t you supposed to get a free replacement if your uniform is damaged?"

he hinted.

"My clothes are different from yours,"

the driver shook his head.

"How so?"

"You are you, clothes are clothes. But me..."

The driver paused, not continuing his sentence.

But Liu Zheng seemed to understand a bit.

"So where can I get the uniform you need?"

he asked.

"The channels are the same, just the cost differs. Alright, I’ve said enough,"

the driver stepped on the gas, and the Chevrolet moved forward, then gradually disappeared inch by inch.

When he returned to the door of the break room, Liu Zheng found Ghost Hand waiting for him on the food cart.

Seeing Liu Zheng approach, it pointed to the tentacle storing the golden liquid, then turned and lay down with its back to him.

He figured this meant that it wanted him to put the golden liquid back.

So, Liu Zheng extended his tentacle over the Ghost Hand’s wound and then carefully tilted it.

The golden lava flowed back into the golden wound as Ghost Hand convulsed in pain, its mouth appearing and biting the steel frame of the cart with a creaking sound.

"Does it hurt that much?"

Liu Zheng wondered to himself.

Although the initial touch was indeed painful, it became tolerable thereafter.

Could it be that the pain he felt was mitigated by Ghost Hand, but couldn’t be kept at bay continuously, so it asked him to return the golden liquid?

As to the reality of the situation, Liu Zheng had no way of knowing due to the communication barrier.

However, it was certain that Ghost Hand had helped him once more.

Not knowing how to express his gratitude in sign language, he mouthed a "thank you" and gave a thumbs-up.

Ghost Hand turned around, saw this gesture, silently smiled, then jumped off the food cart.

Watching it disappear into the dark delivery corridor, Liu Zheng was filled with a multitude of thoughts.

Among those he’d met in the instance, Ghost Hand was the most mysterious.

Even with the Red Ghost, Liu Zheng could guess a bit about its identity and purpose.

But Ghost Hand’s identity, strength, motivation, intentions—all were a fog of mystery.

If this were the real world, he would definitely avoid such people.

Because if they give you three parts, they’d later take back ten.

But in this peculiar world, he had nothing to begin with.

So as long as Ghost Hand dared to give, he dared to take.

Surviving one more day is one day; any conspiracies, any grand schemes could wait until later.

Liu Zheng took his eyes off the dark and entered the break room.

"Phew~"

The sensation of having safely returned prompted an involuntary sigh of relief.

The thrill of racing in the green vest was simply too intense—Legendary Armor could only protect against decline in ideals, not the pressure in his heart.

Thankfully, Liu Zheng was still alive to return.

However, Niu Ma still hadn’t returned.

Though it might sound strange, this violent and greedy monster was indeed a part of his sense of security.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Three slow knocks at the door suddenly echoed.

His gaze sharpened.

Niu Ma had a key.

So, who was knocking?

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