The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 121: Lord Britain, you are truly mighty in - 121

Chapter 121: Lord Britain, you are truly mighty in Chapter 121

"Is there no other way?"

Liu Zheng looked troubled.

He had suffered losses from Napoleon several times, and going to Britain, ten times crazier than Napoleon, he feared he might be squeezed dry.

"There is."

Niu Ma nodded.

Liu Zheng looked hopeful.

"Go find the boss."

"Pssh~"

Just knew Niu Ma had nothing good up his sleeve.

As if that old lady was anything good.

What if she made him lick her feet again? Would he lick them or not?

It’s not that Liu Zheng had much dignity, but that woman’s feet would make you lose sanity.

Besides, what if Si Xue thought he did a good job and asked him to lick even worse places?

He dared not even think about the consequences.

"Boss, save me."

Liu Zheng grabbed Niu Ma’s leg.

"Get off, get off, I’ve no interest in you, kid. Don’t try to seduce me."

Niu Ma cursed.

"Boss, I’m your most loyal and capable follower. If you don’t help me, who will?"

He wailed.

"Hmm, that’s also... not right, you’re my only follower."

Niu Ma hesitated for a moment, then realized.

"Right, then if you don’t help me, who will you help?"

Liu Zheng stated assertively.

"You managed to say both the harsh and the smooth things, kid."

Niu Ma looked up at the ceiling, not intending to meddle in the matter.

"That Huang Mao is a wealthy lady, extracting a large sum from her, we split it fifty-fifty."

He proposed a deal.

"Hmm..."

Niu Ma fell into thought.

"Boss, smuggling is profitable but risky. This rescue might require a big investment, but it’s a sure profit. Think about that account loan?"

Liu Zheng persuaded.

It must be said, his argument was compelling. Niu Ma’s thick lips trembled, and his gaze firmed.

"I’ll talk to Napoleon, but you provide the money,"

he decided sternly.

"No problem, Fisherman had a final payment transferred to me, we can use that, and I’ll add more if it’s not enough."

Liu Zheng agreed promptly.

In this world, being without money is absolutely impossible, but money isn’t everything.

A so-called first-class banquet definitely costs more than just money.

"That just leaves Britain."

Niu Ma brought up the head of customer service with a flick of his teeth.

The boss was certainly frightening but way above in status.

Britain, that psycho, was way too close for comfort.

During the last Best Employee awards, when Napoleon talked about grilling some lamb delicacies for a midnight snack, Britain went crazy and tried to fight it to death.

Finally, thanks to Napoleon’s intervention, the drama ended with both parties badly hurt.

Britain broke two arms, and his back exploded.

Niu Ma shattered half his jaw, and his spine was broken.

Though in terms of injuries, it wasn’t at too much of a loss.

But that Britain guy is a psycho, the more he’s hurt, the more excited he gets.

And Niu Ma is a normal Niu Ma, it hurts when he gets hurt.

Whether it did it on purpose, only Niu Ma knew.

"I can call Britain for you, but after it connects, you’ll have to take it from there,"

he said, scratching his head.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng nodded.

If dealing with Britain turned out to be impossible, then he would have no choice but to go to Si Xue.

Niu Ma made the call, and the ringing went on for a long time with no answer.

"Could he be busy?"

"No, that old jerk is just ignoring it."

Niu Ma sneered, then dialed again.

Still, no one answered.

Niu Ma was persistent.

After ten calls, someone finally picked up.

"Speak quickly, I’m very busy."

Britain’s accent sounded strange, as if dubbed, but not unpleasant, just a bit effeminate.

"My follower needs your help,"

Niu Ma said.

"Hah."

Britain laughed sarcastically, preparing to hang up.

"Don’t be hasty to hang up, he’s been summoned by the boss twice already."

Niu Ma quickly added.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Britain stopped hanging up.

"Pass him the phone."

"Here."

Niu Ma handed the phone to Liu Zheng.

"Hello, British Minister. It’s an honor to speak with you."

His first sentence made Niu Ma’s eyes widen.

"Have you heard my story?"

Britain asked with interest.

"I don’t know much, but I know you are the only true male in the restaurant."

Liu Zheng said.

Hearing this, Niu Ma almost passed out.

Now they were doomed.

No, seriously, that first line of flattery was great, how could the second stir up a hornet’s nest?

His eyes bulging, he reached to snatch back the phone.

Liu Zheng extended an appendage to block him and shook his head.

"If you intended to provoke me, you’ve succeeded. I assure you, you will wish you’d never been born."

Britain’s voice was as cold as the edge of a blade.

"British Minister, what do you think is the most important thing for a male?"

Ignoring Britain’s threat, he countered with a question.

"You’ll regret coming into this world in three minutes."

Britain similarly ignored his words.

On the other end of the phone, there seemed to be the sound of rapid footsteps.

"It’s about survival, protecting one’s own survival, protecting the survival of the clan."

Liu Zheng continued on his own.

"When Oynk caused a disturbance at the restaurant, you stepped forward to fight in order to protect the restaurant and eventually succeeded in driving away that butcher. You were the only department head who survived."

"Such courage, such strength, such luck, who would dare say you are not the alpha among males."

"Keep talking."

The sound of Britain’s footsteps seemed to slow down.

"I heard about a country called Song, where there was a person named Tong Guan."

"Although he was a eunuch, he was physically strong and skilled in martial arts, led armies to conquer in all directions, and eventually became the Grand Marshal and was also appointed as a Prince."

"All the subjects beneath the heavens respected him, and the enemies of the state feared him."

"The bravest and most battle-hardened soldiers would go through fire and water for him, the most fearsome barbarians would grovel at his feet."

"And, British Minister, you are like Tong Guan."

Liu Zheng said fervently.

"Is what you’re saying true?"

Britain asked after a moment of silence.

"Of course, it’s true."

"Where did you hear this story?"

"I read it in a book, which can no longer be found, but I can recite its content to you."

He said confidently.

Liu Zheng had indeed read it in a book, albeit an online novel.

He always loved reading historical web novels. Before he was diagnosed with ALS, he was reading a web novel about traveling through the Song Dynasty.

"Within ten minutes, text me the details."

Britain said firmly, his tone becoming significantly more masculine.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Zheng felt a tingling on his head.

He looked up and saw Niu Ma blowing on his head.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"I want to open up your little head and see how much flattery it’s filled with," Niu Ma said.

"That’s not flattery, it’s selectively telling the truth," Liu Zheng corrected.

"Are you also selectively telling the truth to me?" Niu Ma asked with a hint of menace.

"How could that be? I’m totally open with you, boss," he said with complete earnestness.

"Unless necessary."

"I’ll deal with you after finishing the task," Niu Ma threatened, raising one hoof menacingly.

Liu Zheng laughed and began furiously typing out a text message on his phone.

He wasn’t completely familiar with Tong Guan’s life story, but knitting a brief article was very easy for him.

"I don’t understand, with your capabilities, how did you end up working at a restaurant?"

Niu Ma, observing his rapid typing, could not help but express his confusion.

In this world, the strong were respected, but since City Hall was the strongest of the strong, other strong entities also had to abide by City Hall’s rules.

Within the system of City Hall, unless one’s strength reached a certain level, mental prowess was in fact more sought after than physical strength.

With Liu Zheng’s intellect, to say nothing else, he was more than capable of being an editor or planner.

The Bloody Restaurant, of course, was not a bad place, but most of its eerie residents were also everyday people.

If they could live from nine to five, who would choose to struggle in an unpredictable manner?

"Like you, it’s not really up to me," Liu Zheng said indifferently.

Hell’s Game was even more frightening than City Hall.

After finishing the message, he clicked send.

Neither more nor less, exactly six hundred characters.

The writing was balanced and majestic.

But it also used straightforward, easy-to-understand language.

Not to mention using it to bamboozle Britain, it was even sufficient to serve as an opening narration for a TV drama about Tong Guan.

Half an hour later, Britain called.

"It’s passable. Now, tell me, what do you need?"

Britain said, his voice rough.

"Here’s the thing, British Minister, I would like to ask you to arrange a Star System Level box for me," Liu Zheng said straightforwardly.

"You’re really asking for the moon here—the audacity to trade such a trite piece of writing for a Star System Level box? Even Niu Ma isn’t as thick-skinned as you," Britain mocked.

"Of course not, that biography was just a greeting gift for you. Naturally, a generous and bold man like you, British Minister, wouldn’t make things difficult for a small fry like me," he said with a smile.

"So sly and smooth, you are really underused in the delivery department. Come to the customer service department; that’s the restaurant’s most important department," Britain said.

"To follow a leader like you, British Minister, would indeed be my sincere wish. It’s just that with the current state of the delivery department, I really can’t leave anytime soon. You know what Niu Ma’s capabilities are..."

Liu Zheng deliberately trailed off.

"I can’t know something that doesn’t exist. Ha ha ha!!!"

Britain laughed mockingly.

"Ha ha ha!!!"

He laughed along, but his voice was mixed with pain.

Meanwhile, Niu Ma wasn’t idle, he poked several holes in Liu Zheng’s back with his horn.

"You’re in luck. Due to the earthquake, several Star System Level boxes indeed became vacant," Britain said after he finished laughing.

Hearing his words, Liu Zheng had a strange expression.

He had caused an earthquake by messing with the sewer eggs, leading to Nightingale’s capture by City Hall.

Nightingale’s capture by City Hall necessitated his use of a Star System Level box.

And the availability of the Star System Level boxes was due to the earthquake he had caused.

It had come full circle.

"So, what do you think..."

"Do one of two things, and I’ll arrange a Star System Level box for you," Britain said.

"Please speak."

"First, act as a temporary waiter, serve a Star System Level box," Britain stated.

Niu Ma ceased poking Liu Zheng’s back and shook his head at him.

"And the second option?"

he asked.

"Help me deliver something to Oynk," Britain’s voice suddenly turned softer.

No, it turned sinister.