The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 165: Wanting to Play with Madam’s Delicate Feet

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Wanting to Play with Madam’s Delicate Feet

"They’ve caught up," Liu Zheng said as he glanced back.

The wings of these fly people didn’t look like much, but they were surprisingly fast when flying.

A group of fly people fanned out afterimages with their wings, creating gusts so powerful that the roadside trees shook wildly, their presence as imposing as a Ferrari.

"Don’t worry, they can’t catch us," the driver said confidently.

"I’ve been driving for Bloody Restaurant for over a hundred years, and no one has ever outdriven me."

Under Liu Zheng’s shocked gaze, he abruptly turned the steering wheel, spinning the car around to charge directly toward the swarm of fly people.

The fly people hadn’t expected that move, and they momentarily panicked, scattering their formation.

The driver manipulated the pedals and gearbox with a speed Liu Zheng couldn’t follow, his movements a blur of pressing and releasing the gas and brake pedals, shifting gears, and steering.

The engine, akin to that of a fighter plane, provided ample power; materials beyond the norms of the real world kept the sports car shaking yet intact, and the driver’s high-level skills provided this iron steed with restraints.

The Ferrari whirled nearly touching the faces of the fly people, singeing their fuzz and slime with its tail flames.

The fly people, just soaring moments before, now crashed to the ground, twitching.

"Hahaha!"

The driver burst into laughter as he sped away, playfully twisting into an S and then into a B.

"Master, if I may ask, what did you do before you drove for Bloody Restaurant?" Liu Zheng inquired, his face clouded.

He was thoroughly shook up by the series of extreme maneuvers. Had his physique not been greatly enhanced, he would have vomited.

"Tank driver. The tank you wanted to rent? That was mine," the driver said, giving the finger to the chaos behind them.

"Impressive, impressive," Liu Zheng said, clapping his fists together in a gesture of respect.

"Ordinary, ordinary," the driver responded, returning the greeting with clasped fists.

"I have a lot of respect for you, young man," he said, both hands gripping the steering wheel, his expression turning serious.

"Oh?"

"Out of all the delivery guys, some are too poor to afford a car, and others are strong enough not to need one."

"Only you have money but aren’t strong enough, yet you stir up enough trouble to give me this thrilling opportunity to race."

"So, be a bit selfish and don’t die too soon," the driver said calmly.

"Don’t worry, I’m quite selfish. I still want to live another twenty thousand years," Liu Zheng said, laughing.

"That’s good."

The driver said no more and concentrated on driving.

The few kilometers passed almost in an instant.

Liu Zheng stepped out of the car and heard the buzzing of fly people again.

He looked into the distance and saw that the fly people had regenerated their wings and were chasing after him again.

"Is a smelly meal really worth this much effort? And there’s not even any poop, just a taste," Liu Zheng remarked, puzzled.

"People die for money and flies die for filth. Of course, ordinary filth wouldn’t drive them this mad. What did you get a taste of?" the driver asked curiously.

He hadn’t expected the fly people to dare continue the chase.

"Got it from the sewer. It’s probably encrusted residue," Liu Zheng explained.

"No wonder, to the fly people that’s practically a rare treasure," the driver said, thankful he had lost his sense of smell, or else he couldn’t have kept the car.

Sewer residue, the stench could knock out a gas mask.

"I’ll help you handle them one more time; after that, you’re on your own," the driver said, restarting the car and turning to charge at the fly people.

This time he didn’t loop around; he drove straight through the center of the fly people’s formation, scattering the ones too slow to dodge.

"Hahaha!"

The driver let out another wild laugh and sped away.

"To think a tank driver would be so wild," Liu Zheng commented.

He looked without pity at the fallen fly people, then turned his attention to the bathhouse in front of him.

The facade was a typical mix of brick and wood. If one didn’t know it was a bathhouse, it might easily be mistaken for a private residence.

A rope stretched across the prominent eaves, from which hung many blue flags, each painted with various Ukiyo-e-styled images.

Liu Zheng glanced over them, noting the predominance of themes involving gods, demons, and bloody fighting or war scenes.

The wooden sliding door was also plastered with two large posters.

To the left was an ugly One-Horned Demon with disheveled hair, a horn on top, large red skin, and wearing a checkered garment with a red loincloth skirt.

Beside it was written the characters for "Jidao."

To the right was a tall creature with a long red nose and face, wings on its back, holding a round fan, a long sword hanging from his waist, dressed in a straw coat, and standing on wooden clogs.

Beside it was written the word "Public Bath" in ink.

"Jidao Public Bath, quite the imposing name," Liu Zheng muttered under his breath as he slid open the door and walked in.

"Welcome," a woman in a kimono hurried over, took slippers off a rack, and knelt to place them before Liu Zheng.

She seemed no longer young, but her features were still beautiful, and her skin retained its moisture and elasticity, enhanced by expert makeup to appear quite charming.

Especially her action of kneeling to assist with his shoes, an appeal irresistible to any being with a preference for female humans within their aesthetic range.

But Liu Zheng could, easily resist.

Not because he disliked mature women, but because he noticed the woman’s feet were just bare bones.

"I’m terribly sorry, sir, today’s flesh hasn’t arrived yet, I apologize for the sight," the woman quickly said, noticing his gaze.

"Not at all, isn’t this rather tasteful in its own way?" Liu Zheng said as his eyes returned from her bony feet to the shadow beneath her loose neckline.

"If there’s a chance, I’d quite like to play with your delicate bony feet," he remarked slyly.

"You jest, sir. We’re a respectable public bath, we don’t offer bubble bath services," the woman said with a smile, emphasizing the word "respectable."

"Madam misunderstood; I only noticed you weren’t even wearing socks and was worried you might catch a cold,"

Liu Zheng said earnestly before taking out two banknotes and placing them over the woman’s bare feet.

"See, this should be much better."

"You are such a kind guest," said Jinzi as she accepted his kindness.

The woman’s feet twitched slightly, pressing the banknotes under her feet.

"Is this your first time here?"

Jinzi asked.

"Yes, but I was introduced by Niu Ma; he is my big boss,"

Liu Zheng explained.

"So you’re a little brother of Niu Masan, I would never have guessed."

Jinzi laughed, covering her mouth.

"Oh? Is it because he is too stingy?"

He quickly guessed the reason.

"Jinzi didn’t say that. Aren’t you afraid of being punished for talking about your boss like that?"

Jinzi kindly reminded him.

"Niu Ma is very generous. He wouldn’t be upset about such a small thing. And Jinzi, you don’t need to call me a guest; just ’Zheng Chan’ will do."

Liu Zheng said.

"Zheng Chan?"

Jinzi playfully tilted her head as she called out, her mature face showing a girl’s charm.

"Jinzi is so good; go buy some more meat and nourish yourself."

He smiled warmly as he took out a few more banknotes and stuffed them into Jinzi’s collar.

"What services do you need today, Zheng Chan? Bathing, soaking, sauna, hot springs, or a ’horse-kill-chicken’?"

Jinzi asked.

"Is ’horse-kill-chicken’ something Jinzi would do for me?"

"Of course not, I’m just the receptionist. However, Xue Zi, who does the ’horse-kill-chicken’, is a great beauty, and unlike me, she uses her original body."

Jinzi said with a seductive tone.

"Then I’ll pass. I fell in love with Jinzi at first sight, and then it deepened,"

Liu Zheng said earnestly.

"Stop it, Zheng Chan, you’re too good with words. You’re making my artificial heart flutter,"

Jinzi said, covering her face.

"Is that so? I don’t believe it unless you let me feel it."

He said as he reached out his hand.

"Not now, you have to take a bath first. I don’t mind, but if you keep standing at the doorway, the boss will come out to chase people away."

Jinzi stopped Liu Zheng’s wandering hand.

"What a pity. Then please have Jinzi arrange it for me,"

Liu Zheng said regretfully.

"A package ticket is one hundred and fifty yuan, but for Zheng Chan like this, we would need to reserve the bathing area exclusively, which would cost three thousand yuan."

"But since it’s not very busy now, I’ll just charge a cleaning fee afterward, a thousand yuan should do,"

Jinzi winked.

"Doing this won’t get you in trouble, will it?"

He asked concernedly.

"Don’t worry, I’m an old employee. This is still within my authority,"

Jinzi said sweetly.

"Jinzi is really wonderful. What good have I done to meet such a nice woman in this heartless Metropolis?"

"It’s a pity I didn’t bring much money today, otherwise I would definitely book the whole public bath to talk openly with you day and night,"

Liu Zheng said, moved.

"Then you must remember next time,"

Jinzi’s eyes flickered subtly as she spoke gently.

"No problem, next time I’ll bring all my possessions just to make you smile,"

He stated firmly.

"This is your locker key with the corresponding number. After entering the changing room, find the corresponding locker; your belongings are inside,"

"Do you need me to explain the bathing process?"

Jinzi asked.

"The general stuff, no need. Is there anything special I should be aware of?"

Liu Zheng, who had experienced Japanese-style baths before, already knew the basic procedures.

"Let me think. If you see a shrine, remember to clap three times, bow three times, and then leave some money in it,"

Jinzi instructed.

"How much should I put in?"

"That’s up to you. The deity in the shrine changes. If you encounter a greedy deity and it seems angry, just put in more,"

Jinzi explained.

"Okay, anything else?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Also, if people with tattoos come in, make room for them, try not to make eye contact, and don’t show any reaction that might provoke them,"

Jinzi added.

"What if they insist on bothering me?"

"Then you’ll have to match their energy. If you have any impressive stories to share, you can tell them, but make sure they’re true,"

Jinzi reminded him.

"Alright. Anything else?"

"That’s it,"

Jinzi shook her head.

"Then I’ll go wash now. Jinzi, wait for me to come out,"

Liu Zheng gave her an indulgent look, then lifted the curtain and walked into the men’s changing room.

The curtain fell, separating the inside world from the outside.

"Should we make a move?"

A voice spoke up from within Jinzi’s bathrobe.

"No, let’s wait till he brings more money next time,"

Jinzi said expressionlessly.

"Alright."

The voice went silent, and Jinzi walked back behind the counter, her professional smile returning to her face.

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