The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 175: I’ve eaten sliced waist flower before, but it’s my first time seeing a slicing flower.

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: I’ve eaten sliced waist flower before, but it’s my first time seeing a slicing flower.

Just as the blade was about to touch his face, Small Knife suddenly flicked upward, and a slice of flesh as thin as the blade itself was carved off.

White Feather Chicken grabbed a plate next to him and caught the fluttering slice of face flesh.

"I’ve only ever heard of slicing waist flower, this is my first time seeing someone slice face flower."

Liu Zheng commented sarcastically.

He didn’t mind getting sliced, since it would grow back anyway.

Even if it didn’t, it really wouldn’t matter much, the females in this world, no matter if they had human form or not, were all about gobbling up the d**k but not spitting out the bones.

What to do after clearing the instance?

If the system can heal "flesh aberrations," it should be able to treat eunuchs, right?

"I can also slice brain flower."

White Feather Chicken said ominously.

"That won’t do, brain flower can’t regrow."

"How will you know if you don’t try?"

White Feather Chicken waved the knife around his head.

"Fine then, go ahead and cut."

Liu Zheng said, unafraid.

"You think if I call out to the boss right now, she’ll respond to me?"

"So what if she responds? Do you think the boss values you that much?"

White Feather Chicken sneered.

"Whether she values me or not, I don’t know, but she said she’d reward me for the last time I went down the sewer."

"And I don’t want anything else, just for you to be served up with me on the table. Fish and lamb is a delicacy, chicken and lamb should be pretty good too."

He said with a smile.

"Hmph, keep dreaming."

White Feather Chicken pressed the blade downwards, slicing off two pieces of cheek flesh.

The butchering process was unremarkable and not worth mentioning.

White Feather Chicken didn’t really slice his brain flower, and he didn’t continue with the internal organs or the d**k either.

It seemed that he had only wanted to intimidate Liu Zheng a bit, just to see him make a fool of himself.

Unfortunately, Liu Zheng had been through a lot already, such mere physical harm couldn’t breach his threshold anymore.

It took a full half an hour for White Feather Chicken to slice enough meat.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine slices, from all different parts.

Arranged on the plate, they looked like semi-transparent fish scales.

As a result, Liu Zheng had shrunk to one-third of his original size, turning into a non-human version of Conan.

"Alright, you can scram now."

White Feather Chicken shooed him away as if flicking off a fly.

"At least give me an employee meal to compensate."

Liu Zheng protested.

"Even landlords during New Year know to feed their workers some fish and meat."

"I’m not your landlord, if you’ve got the nerve, go ask the boss."

White Feather Chicken retorted.

"Better not, the boss is busy with a million things, I shouldn’t disturb her over such a trifle."

He smiled sheepishly.

Mainly because Si Xue was probably still busy suppressing that snowflake right now, and if he went looking for her, he’d probably drop dead the moment the elevator door opened.

"Hmph, then just behave and be a little dwarf. Besides, Salmon is going to give you dried fish soon, right?"

White Feather Chicken said.

Liu Zheng looked up to the sky.

Despite knowing his relationship with San Huamao, White Feather Chicken could say so, but Liu Zheng couldn’t join in, otherwise, he’d be betraying San Huamao.

After leaving the butchery, San Huamao immediately dragged over a bag.

"Liu Zheng, when are you going fishing again? I’ve run out of materials for dried fish."

It asked expectantly.

Liu Zheng peeked into the bag, indeed, there was much less than last time.

"Indeed, if you go down to the sewer again, bring back some big fish, any breed will do."

White Feather Chicken also chimed in upon hearing this.

"What about the All Worm Banquet and some fine wine?"

He played along.

"Impossible. Although fresh sewer fish are gone, there’s still plenty of processed frozen ones. You can’t leverage this to squeeze me; we’ll talk next month."

Next month, Liu Zheng would be saying goodbye to this sh*tty Metropolis anyway.

These people only knew how to give him empty promises.

"I’ll remember that. I’m off."

Liu Zheng ruffled San Huamao’s head and left the kitchen under its owner’s watchful gaze.

Back in the break room, he immediately took out the dried fish and started devouring them.

"You’re eating all by yourself, not even sharing with me?"

Niu Ma complained.

Although he wasn’t particularly fond of dried fish, he couldn’t let such a bad practice spread.

"Next time for sure, just not this time. If I share anymore, I won’t grow back to size."

Liu Zheng explained.

"What’s the use of being so tall when I, your boss, am still a three-time outstanding employee?"

"Cut it out, you’re much taller than me when you stand up."

He rolled his eyes.

"That’s true, at least you’ve got some perception, kid."

Niu Ma said proudly.

After eating most of the bag of dried fish, Liu Zheng finally grew back to his original size.

While Niu Ma’s attention drifted back to the erotic magazine, he quickly stashed the dried fish in his system space.

"Boss, you’ve been reading for several days now, did you successfully rehabilitate?"

Liu Zheng asked casually.

"So-so, it’s really the fault of these recent models not being high quality."

Niu Ma answered.

"How about I get you a couple of issues while I’m out delivering?"

"What are you trying to get me to do for you now?"

Niu Ma looked up from the picture of a golden-haired cowmare showing its six pairs of breasts.

"Help me buy an All Worm Banquet from Napoleon, and some fine wine."

"You were just in the kitchen, why didn’t you ask him yourself?"

"I did, and he turned me down."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Figures, now you realize your connections aren’t reliable."

Niu Ma gloated.

"Of course, how could my fragile network compare to the relationship web you’ve built over many years, boss?"

Liu Zheng offered a compliment.

"Hmph, good you know it. As for the All Worm Banquet, forget about it; that thing is rare, only one left. Even if you gave me a holiday voucher, I couldn’t get it for you."

Niu Ma shook his head.

Vlad III’s limited-edition wine was certainly far more precious than the All Worm Banquet, but after all, there was still a stock left in the market.

Even if Vlad III’s limited-edition wine was finished, one could still capture other Vampire dukes or princes to brew more.

Vampires in the Metropolis were a minority race, but the absolute number was not small.

The cemetery held a bunch of them that had been in existence for who knows how many years, only sleeping.

When there’s a trend to drink Vampire Blood Wine, naturally there will be those who aren’t afraid of death to dig up their graves.

"Looks like I’m going to have to order some delivery."

Liu Zheng sighed.

Among his acquaintances, probably only the Fisherman and the novelist could afford to order that sort of high-level delivery.

He decided to make a phone call to the Fisherman first, and if that didn’t work out, ask the novelist.

"What about the good wine, then?"

He asked.

"The wine’s no problem, but you know."

Niu Ma chuckled with a sneer.

"Big guy, you’re making so much money now, and you’re still worried about my little kickback, doesn’t that embarrass you?"

"It’s not a small amount. Besides, do you think everyone’s like you, if one person is full, the whole family isn’t hungry?"

Niu Ma said dismissively.

Who would complain about having too much money? Even those Dead in the cemetery still want high-quality offerings.

"Fine fine fine, then help me buy some juice and cake too."

Liu Zheng said.

"Planning to give it to those mistresses?"

Niu Ma asked gossipy.

"Not necessarily, it depends on the situation."

He planned to make a trip to the sewer first to see if he could run into Red Ghost.

If he did, he’d give it the juice and cake and see if it could help him with the delivery.

A boss of its level shouldn’t have any problems ordering a top-drawer dinner delivery.

If he didn’t run into it, then he’d consider giving it to the novelist or to Vampire Sister and the others.

"So many choices that you can’t make up your mind, huh? Pfft, you womanizer."

Niu Ma spat at him, then left the break room.

As soon as Niu Ma walked out, Liu Zheng made a call to the Fisherman.

"Father-in-law..."

"Don’t you call me father-in-law!"

Through the phone, the Fisherman’s roar almost splashed in his face.

"Alright then, Lao Deng, could you help me order an All Worm Banquet for delivery?"

Liu Zheng went with the flow.

"If you were my underling, I could take you out for a beating ten times a day. Haven’t you heard, what level?"

The Fisherman asked.

"Probably a second-level dinner."

He said.

"Can’t order that, the injuries from last time haven’t fully healed, and after the sewer cleaned out my guts, the fishponds have started to revolt too, I need to save my strength to suppress it."

The Fisherman said.

"What does cleaning out your guts in the sewer have to do with the fishpond?"

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

"Are you an idiot? What do you think the fish in the sewer usually eat?"

"Oh, got it."

Even though he really didn’t want to get it.

"Then save me some big fish, I’ll stop by to pick them up."

He said, settling for the next best thing.

"That’s no problem. They’ve killed off quite a few of themselves already."

The Fisherman said.

Every time the sewer empties its bowels, the fish in the dirty river, including the shore-based wildlife, need to kill off a portion and starve another portion to death.

Then those species with a relative advantage can emerge and continue to proliferate.

This cycle is part of the sewer ecology.

Of course, the Fisherman also artificially preserves some disadvantaged species with special uses.

Those bizarre fish with special functions in his pond were cultivated just like this.

"Then prepare some with poor looks and some with good looks."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and said,

The good-looking ones are for the White Feather Chicken, the bad-looking ones are for San Huamao.

With White Feather Chicken’s proud nature, he would probably not use fish with poor appearance as ingredients.

"Okay."

After hanging up, Liu Zheng called Guo Koutangzi.

"Napoleon has accepted your challenge, but if you lose, you have to give him a complete Guo (pot).

"What about his wager?"

Guo Koutangzi didn’t immediately refuse.

"A flower basket, inscribed with ’Congratulations from the head chef of Bloody Restaurant, Napoleon, on the grand reopening of the Ultimate Flavor Group, best wishes on reclaiming your signboard and reaching new heights.’

Liu Zheng repeated White Feather Chicken’s words verbatim.

"This..."

The Flavor Four on the phone side looked at each other in disbelief.

If it was any other condition, even if the wager was the Eternal Spirit Blade or the Turning Dragon Pot, legendary kitchen tools, they would still oppose it desperately.

But White Feather Chicken’s wager really hit the Ultimate Flavor Group’s soft spot.

Having their signboard removed meant the members of the Ultimate Flavor Group could no longer operate in the catering business, at most work in some catering-related auxiliary industries.

But with that flower basket, it would be like having Bloody Restaurant’s endorsement, and the ban on the Ultimate Flavor Group would be lifted.

As long as they could make a name for themselves in the gourmet competition, they could even logically reclaim their signboard.

To the Ultimate Flavor Group, this was like being brought back from the dead.

Although in recent years they have been engaged in protection fees, debt collection, lending, and other traditional underworld businesses.

But only the members of the Ultimate Flavor Group knew what they really wanted to do was always to be chefs.

"Okay, I agree!"

Guo Koutangzi declared decisively.

"When? What’s the content of the competition?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Even if it’s just about making soup, there are a lot of details to discuss.

"Right now, the contest is about making soup, and the main ingredients should be chosen from the following ten..."

"Wait a second, let me grab a pen to jot it down."

As Guo Koutangzi spoke, he wrote tirelessly, filling several pages at the end.

Liu Zheng didn’t understand the rules of cooking competitions, but since Guo Koutangzi dared to propose it, there should be no problem.

"That’s settled then. Call me when you’re done. If I’m out, I’ll come directly to get it; if I’m at the restaurant, just place a delivery order."

"Okay."

Although ordering delivery was also a significant burden for Guo Koutangzi, it was nothing compared to the revival of the Ultimate Flavor Group.

After hanging up, Liu Zheng stared at his phone screen for a long time, finally pressing that string of numbers.

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