The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 163 What to Do When You Can’t Go Back to the Restaurant

Chapter 163: Chapter 163 What to Do When You Can’t Go Back to the Restaurant

"You think City Hall is the sewer?"

Fisherman said speechlessly.

"Even with that little cosplay effect, you can’t fool me."

"Then I’ll go out and ask around again. Tell me about the deputy director’s matter again,"

Liu Zheng said.

The Fisherman knew quite a bit, but the information was outdated, so it was best he went to ask Nightingale or the novelist instead.

"He killed the deputy director of the Sanitation Department, which is a bad thing but also a good thing."

"The bad thing is the Sanitation Department has tremendous power, and unless you can smooth things over with them, even the head of the Security Bureau can’t easily revoke the warrant."

"The good thing is that the Sanitation Department is very closely related to the sewer. The last time someone came to set up egg monitoring in the sewer, it was from the Sanitation Department."

The Fisherman said.

"Why?"

"Because the Sanitation Department was established on the premise of the sewer’s existence. Without the sewer, there is no way to dispose of the city’s garbage."

The Fisherman said.

"Isn’t there a Garbage Processing Plant?"

"The Garbage Processing Plant handles regulated waste, not city garbage."

The Fisherman shook his head.

"So after the sewer digests the garbage, and it turns into shit and piss, where does it go?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"The shit and piss are separated. Urine goes to the ocean, and the shit goes elsewhere. As for where, I don’t know either."

The Fisherman said.

So the sewer leads directly to the ocean.

Could it be that the mermaid princess sneaked into the sewer to play and got caught by the Circle of Gods?

Liu Zheng thoughtfully mused.

"Didn’t you say before that you would help treat the sewer’s hemorrhoids?"

The Fisherman said.

"So if I cure the sewer’s hemorrhoids, I can get the Sanitation Department to drop the warrant?"

He got it in a second.

"Right. Once you’re ready, let me know, and I’ll modify the Chicken Shooting Game into a Hemorrhoid Surgery Game. If you can clear it, I’ll be able to settle things with the Sanitation Department through the sewer."

"How difficult is it compared to the Chicken Shooting?"

Liu Zheng asked a crucial question.

"It should be about the same."

"That won’t be easy, then,"

he frowned.

If he hadn’t had the Golden Finger just now, he wouldn’t have passed the third level, let alone score a perfect win.

"There’s no way around it; hemorrhoids are real, and the game only modifies your perception."

"Alright, then. I’ll look into that once I’m outside too. By the way, will I be playing the game, or a doctor?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Of course, it has to be a doctor."

"That does give me some hope,"

he thought to himself. The doctor he had in mind was surely the one from the Nile River, the mummy doctor, who, despite claiming not to be good at combat, must be stronger than a mere human, right?

"Brother, this is my own issue; you don’t need to have such a hard time for my sake."

Brother Sha finally spoke up.

"Brother Sha, don’t misunderstand. I’m not just doing this for you; I’m doing it for myself. If I manage to have your warrant revoked, you will definitely escort us into the Garbage Processing Plant, and you’ll protect us until we achieve our goal and safely evacuate the plant. Right?"

Liu Zheng said in one breath.

"Of course, brother, if you help me out with this big favor, I definitely won’t let you down,"

Brother Sha said, thumping his chest.

"See, Brother Sha, there’s no need to feel uneasy. Just consider it a deal. It’s just that we both are straight shooters, so we talk about our deal openly and clearly,"

he said candidly.

"Brother, you’re so straightforward; I hardly know what to say."

"It’s okay. Whether or not you can help me revoke the warrant, I’ve got this covered. As soon as I can get out, I’ll take you to the Garbage Processing Plant,"

Brother Sha said earnestly.

"Then leave your contact information so we can keep in touch,"

Liu Zheng said.

"Can’t do that, brother. My calls are monitored. As soon as we make a call, people from City Hall will come straight for you,"

Brother Sha shook his head.

"No problem, I’m a delivery guy for Bloody Restaurant, and City Hall wouldn’t dare to catch me,"

he said confidently.

Last time, he had managed to divert the sewer’s attention away from City Hall without being caught, let alone just for killing a councilman and a deputy director.

"City Hall won’t catch you, but they will detain the people around you for investigation,"

the Fisherman suddenly said.

"Who do I have around me?"

His closest were the French Plane Tree and Niu Ma; one was semi-public property, and the other was the boss of the delivery department—City Hall definitely wouldn’t touch them.

"You just called me ’father-in-law’ a moment ago, and now you’ve forgotten about the mermaid?"

The Fisherman exploded in anger.

"Uh, okay."

If that was the case, there was also Nightingale, Vampire Sister.

Alright, he couldn’t let them down either; Vampire Sister had given him the Life Essence, and Nightingale had given him a great time.

Furthermore, he didn’t want to ask the novelist to pull strings again.

It didn’t matter whether the novelist would agree or not, the main issue was that he didn’t want to ask for help for another VIP booth arrangement from Britannia.

That guy had just installed an uncontrollable dragon robe.

Asking for its help now, Liu Zheng couldn’t even dare to imagine what would happen.

"Then you and the Fisherman can exchange phone numbers, and we’ll contact each other through him,"

he suggested after thinking for a bit.

"That’ll work, brother. Your mind really works wonders,"

Brother Sha complimented.

The Fisherman did not refuse and swapped phone numbers with Brother Sha.

"Brother Sha, write down the note now,"

Liu Zheng said, not shy to take out paper and pen.

Although he was likely to wait for Brother Sha’s warrant to be revoked before going together, there were always exceptions.

Smashing a councilman’s family business, even an underground one, was by no means simple.

He would have to do a lot of work on gathering intelligence, rallying forces, planning, and more.

Niu Ma wouldn’t postpone his holiday forever just for him.

So, the chance of him, Nightingale, and the mermaid going to the Garbage Processing Plant wasn’t small. The note from Brother Sha would come in handy.

"No problem,"

Brother Sha quickly wrote a few lines on the paper, then tore off a piece from the dragon robe he was wearing and tucked it into the notepad.

"I have some influence at the Garbage Processing Plant. When you face danger, just show this piece of cloth; it might be of some use."

"But don’t get your hopes up too high, after all, everyone in the Garbage Processing Plant here has issues,"

Brother Sha pointed to his head.

"Got it, got it."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Just by looking at Brother Sha, one could tell—if his brain wasn’t messed up, he wouldn’t have killed a councilor and a deputy head in a fit of anger.

Even Oynk had only killed some restaurant staff before hiding in the black market to live his days.

Of course, he might also be accumulating power in secret, preparing to make a big move.

Brother Sha gave Liu Zheng a puzzled look, feeling that this new buddy seemed to be thinking something very impolite.

But seeing Liu Zheng’s sincere eyes, he chose to ignore it.

Liu Zheng was about to ask about the Garbage Processing Plant when he suddenly saw the dirty river tremble again.

In the distance, he heard the sound of waves churning.

"Damn it, a huge wave’s coming from the sewer,"

Fisherman shouted.

"What do we do?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What do we do, give me the takeaway."

"Okay."

He immediately took out the takeaway and handed it to Fisherman.

"Together?"

Fisherman looked at Brother Sha.

"Sure."

Brother Sha was first stunned, then quickly understood his meaning and readily agreed.

"Let’s go!"

Both of them kicked at the same time, landing on Liu Zheng’s left and right buttocks.

"Fuck!"

He managed to curse just once before flying into the sewer drain like a cannonball.

Liu Zheng turned his head just in time to see Fisherman and Brother Sha engulfed by the surging flood that filled the entire sewer.

"Hope you two bastards suffocate," he cursed viciously in his heart.

These two definitely had a better way to do it, but they chose to kick his butt, obviously just to play a nasty prank on him.

It was unexpected that even Brother Sha with his thick eyebrows and big eyes could play such tricks, truly, appearances are deceiving.

Liu Zheng flew all the way to the opening of the sewer drain, only stopping after hitting the wall.

Luckily, Fisherman and Brother Sha didn’t really intend to hurt him, and the force of the kick had mostly dissipated; it was just a soft tissue contusion.

Watching the wave of waste water spread, Liu Zheng quickly scrambled out of the sewer drain and immediately covered it with the manhole cover.

"That was a close call."

He had eaten enough shit in the game and definitely didn’t want to taste it in reality.

"Ew, why do you smell so bad?"

Dai Legao already showed a disgusted expression from far away.

"Do I stink?"

Liu Zheng sniffed himself, feeling it was okay.

"I think it’s fine."

"You must be so used to the smell that you’re marinated in it; you can’t even tell how bad you stink. Go over there and wash up,"

Dai Legao pointed to a nearby fire hydrant.

"Alright, alright."

He headed toward the fire hydrant while mentally complaining.

A tree complains about shit stinking, no wonder it can’t grow tall.

He remembered that the French Plane Tree could grow over 35 meters tall, and with Dai Legao’s stature, he’d be considered quite handicapped among them.

Liu Zheng arrived at the fire hydrant, about to twist the valve open, when he suddenly became alert.

"You’re not trying to trap me, are you?"

He eyed the French Plane Tree warily.

"Why would I want to trap you?"

The look in the eyes of the French Plane Tree shifted evasively.

"Isn’t a fire hydrant considered public property? If I open it up and let the water out, it won’t count as stealing public property, will it?"

"Hmph."

The French Plane Tree looked up at the sky, silent but expressive.

"You really haven’t forgotten your true mission, have you?"

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

"What are you worried about? It’s not like it will kill you, at worst you’ll just pay a fine."

The French Plane Tree stated confidently.

"How much?"

"At most, no more than one hundred thousand."

"Well, that’s really the limit."

Taking a bath would cost half a fortune, not even a Cadillac owner would be that extravagant.

"Tsk."

The French Plane Tree closed its eyes and ignored him.

"Fine, I’m leaving."

He turned and walked in the direction of the restaurant.

Soon, Liu Zheng found himself back at the takeaway tunnel’s exit.

He walked down this familiar passageway, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped by darkness, as if all the bad experiences from before began to fade.

Unfortunately, the stench on him didn’t fade and seemed even more intense in the confined space.

As Liu Zheng walked, he suddenly felt the ground shake.

Then, the entire passageway began to shake violently.

"What’s going on?"

Before he had time to think, the ground beneath him was rapidly raised.

Then, Liu Zheng was bounced out.

???

Standing again in the sunlight, looking at the closed-off takeaway tunnel, his heart was truly bewildered.

"Hey, boss, I don’t think I can get back to the restaurant."

Liu Zheng made a call to Niu Ma.

"What trouble have you gotten yourself into now?"

Niu Ma sounded unsurprised.

"I haven’t caused any trouble, the takeaway tunnel spat me out and sealed the entrance."

"Why?"

"Probably, because I smell too bad,"

Liu Zheng pondered and said.

"Huh?"