The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 168: Bully My Little Brother, Use You to Make Soup

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Bully My Little Brother, Use You to Make Soup

"Hey Yi!"

Chili Head eventually resigned himself to huddling together with the Onion-Ginger-Garlic trio.

"Next time you see me, you know what to do, right?"

Liu Zheng demanded.

"We know."

The Seasoning Quartet said dejectedly.

"Louder! Do you want to be a gang leader with such a faint voice?"

He said dissatisfiedly.

"We know, boss!"

The Seasoning Quartet raised their volume a little.

"Can’t hear you, can’t hear you, still can’t hear you! So spiritless, do you want me to give you a spirit injection with my baton?"

Liu Zheng held his grinding stick with a menacing smile.

"Hey Yi! Wagali Maji Daxi (I know)!"

The Seasoning Quartet immediately responded with force.

"Good, you, leave your number for me."

He pointed at Chili Head.

"Ah, me?"

Chili Head was somewhat reluctant.

"Relax, if I’m looking for you guys, it’s definitely for something good. Do you really want to stay a small-time thug forever, only able to visit such small places for hot springs?"

Liu Zheng countered.

Chili Head had no response and gave out his number.

"I’ve put three thousand at Jinzi’s place, so order whatever you want to eat or play. If you go over, pay for it yourself."

"I’m leaving now."

After dispensing the sweet jujube, he prepared to leave suavely.

"Buying off my underlings right in front of me, you really have the audacity of a Bloody Restaurant employee."

As soon as Liu Zheng got out of the water, another voice came from the passage.

All turned their heads to look. A woman clad in a bathrobe, holding a pipe in one hand and a soup pot in the other, walked in.

Her hair was twisted up high, and her charming phoenix eyes carried a hint of dignity.

From her exposed skin, she didn’t seem to have any tattoos.

But a terrible scar encircled the woman’s neck and extended down her chest.

It was as if her head had once been severed and her chest carved open.

"Big Sister!"

The Seasoning Quartet quickly stood up and gave the woman a deep bow, sending splashes all over the hot spring.

"You’re really disgracing the Extreme Flavor Group."

The woman said with a stern face.

"It’s our incompetence."

The Chili Man said, his face flushed with shame.

"What makes you a disgrace is not incompetence, but arrogance. Is the sulfur so strong in the hot springs that you can’t smell the stench of the Bloody Restaurant on him?"

The woman scolded.

"Hey, that’s a bit too much, don’t you think?"

Liu Zheng protested.

Although he wasn’t fond of the Bloody Restaurant, he was after all an employee there, and badmouthing the restaurant was like badmouthing him.

"Moreover, I’ve just used your ’Strong Deodorizing Cleanser’. If there’s still a stench, that means you’re deceiving consumers."

He argued confidently.

"...Niu Ma wasn’t nearly as articulate as you."

The woman was speechless, choked by Liu Zheng’s bizarre train of thought.

"The big boss and I are different, it’s the kind that makes a fortune quietly."

"And you?"

"I’m the one shouting around to help it make a fortune."

Liu Zheng sighed.

Thinking back, since entering the instance, the one that seemed to profit the most was indeed Niu Ma.

Without him, it would’ve taken Niu Ma ages to earn hundreds of thousands, let alone dream about a double vacation on Heaven Island.

Of course, Liu Zheng’s profits were huge as well.

A mutual rush toward wealth, that it was.

Hmm, something seemed off, but oh well, let it be.

"Niu Ma is lucky to have an underling like you."

"But they are my beloved smart beans; insulting them is like insulting me, and we can’t just let this slide."

The woman declared.

"Hey, it was they who provoked me first, and I acted according to the bathhouse rules."

Liu Zheng protested.

He was going to leave, okay? It was these damn spices that couldn’t help themselves and stopped him.

"Don’t worry, I won’t kill you."

The woman said.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I’m just planning on cooking you and these no-good brothers of mine into a pot of soup, that’s all."

The woman looked at Liu Zheng and licked her lips.

Human flesh is already delicious, but Black Mountain Goat Cubs are even more nourishing; a half-human, half-Black Mountain Goat Cub is a rare and sought-after delicacy.

"Impossible."

Liu Zheng promptly refused.

Had he known, he wouldn’t have taken a bath and would have come straight to soak here instead; he’d like to see if Lao Deng would still be appetizing then.

"It’s just soup, you’re not going to stay dead."

Even a Black Mountain Goat Cub that hadn’t heard the Gospel would be fine after being cooked once.

"I don’t trust you, who knows if you’ll sneak in hawthorn slices or switch to a pressure cooker."

Liu Zheng said unabashedly.

People who often stew meat know that hawthorn contains lipase and hawthorn acid, which helps break down fat in meat and increases the activity of proteolytic enzymes.

Put simply, adding hawthorn when stewing meat makes it tender much faster.

Of course, some less scrupulous vendors might just use saltpeter for an even stronger effect.

If they don’t have saltpeter, a sprinkle of urine can also do the trick.

"Well, that’s not up to you anymore."

The woman took a puff from her pipe and exhaled a stream of smoke.

"If you force my hand, I’ll release the dogs."

Liu Zheng shook his teething stick.

"Hahaha."

The woman bent over with laughter, nearly losing her bathrobe.

The four spice minions kept their heads down low, while Liu Zheng had his fill of the view.

"That trick might work on others, but not on me."

She said.

"Oh? Why not?"

"Even if you summon a Tendaros Hound, I can still lock it in the pot."

The woman shook the pot in her hand.

It wasn’t perfectly round but the angle was indeed greater than 120 degrees.

"The worst-case scenario, I lose a pot, but you lose a life."

"Didn’t you just say you weren’t going to kill me?"

Liu Zheng protested.

"That’s if you cooperate nicely. This pot is my treasure, if you ruin it, it’s only fair for me to seek compensation."

The woman smiled like a seductive serpent.

"Then swear an oath first."

"Fine."

The woman agreed readily.

"I, Guo Koutangzi, the fourth generation leader of the Extreme Flavor Group, swear that I have no intentions beyond cooking you into a soup, and I will definitely not kill you by making soup. If I break this oath, I will be captured by City Hall and thrown into prison to suffer the worst tortures imaginable."

"I suppose that’s barely passable."

Liu Zheng smacked his lips.

"You’re still picky after all that. I don’t know what you’re worried about; my brothers will be cooked with you. If you die, they won’t make it either."

"They’re the only four brothers I have; I’m not planning to become a loner."

Guo Koutangzi rolled her eyes.

"Who knows if you’re planning to kill with a borrowed knife?"

"Talk any more nonsense, and I might change my mind."

Guo Koutangzi glared.

"Tsk. Hurry up then, how are you going to cook it?"

"Just lie down and you’ll be fine."

Guo Koutangzi instructed.

Liu Zheng lay down in the water, half-submerged.

"Right, just like that, don’t move. You four, hurry up and get in position for your mistress."

Guo Koutangzi ordered.

"Ay, big sis."

The four spice minions quickly lay down in the hot spring as well.

"Today’s really a treat."

Guo Koutangzi walked to the edge of the hot spring pool with a beaming smile and knocked her pipe.

A spark flew out of the pipe and fell into the pool.

In an instant, the entire hot spring pool began to boil.