The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 235 - 233: Would You Rather Die Than Marry Me?

Chapter 235: Chapter 233: Would You Rather Die Than Marry Me?

"Have you made it home?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I’m home now, senior."

The novelist said happily.

Although her safety wasn’t a concern, Liu Zheng’s caring attitude still moved her deeply.

"Good. Then, if you’re free tomorrow, come out for a bit, and I’ll make a copy of all the books in my head for you."

He said.

"Senior, what’s happened to you?"

The novelist sharply sensed something was amiss.

"Tomorrow I’m going to make a delivery to the Peacock."

Liu Zheng didn’t keep it from her.

"The Peacock..."

Even with the novelist’s status, she couldn’t help but fall silent upon hearing the name.

She was merely a member of a noble family from the metropolis, whereas the Peacock was nobility itself.

"Senior, what can I do for you?"

She asked.

"That French Plane Tree from the other day, it plans to evolve into a Phoenix. Could you protect it until it hatches successfully?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No problem, senior."

The novelist immediately agreed.

"Then, thank you."

"It’s what I should do. I’m sorry, senior, the Peacock and my family have many business dealings, and I cannot use my family’s power to help you."

The novelist said apologetically.

"It’s okay, this is more than enough. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, senior."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone and made another call.

"Calling me so late, are you asking me out for a drink?"

Nightingale teased.

"A drink’s out of the question, and I may not make it to the Garbage Processing Plant either."

He said.

"What’s going on?"

Nightingale’s voice grew serious.

"I’m going to make a delivery to the Peacock."

"Sounds like the ingredients are delivering themselves."

Nightingale commented.

"Pretty much. But I will have the French Plane Tree help you out. Once it becomes a Phoenix and joins the Extreme Taste Group, taking down the Jordan family’s territory should be no problem."

Liu Zheng said.

"What do you want me and Sea Woman to help you with?"

"What can you help me with?"

He countered.

"Can’t help."

For once, Nightingale sighed.

She might be a wealthy heiress in front of ordinary people, but in front of someone of the Peacock’s caliber, she was no different than a lowly citizen.

Not to mention that she wasn’t the sole heir just yet; even her father couldn’t do anything.

"Just keep yourselves alive. If you really want to thank me, stop eating people from now on."

Liu Zheng said.

"Okay, we promise you."

Nightingale said earnestly.

"By the way, tell Sea Woman that I might need her mother’s keepsake, so I won’t be returning it to her."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

After thinking it over, he called Vampire Sister.

"Calling me so late, are you inviting me out for a moonlight bath?"

Vampire Sister asked excitedly.

"Forget about it. I’m afraid of mutating from the sun."

Liu Zheng retorted, recalling the blood-colored moonlight.

"Is it that you’ve finally decided to propose to me?"

"Don’t get your hopes up. I’m going to make a delivery tomorrow and might not come back. Vlad III’s limited edition can be bought at 18 Yunmeng Road, Du Kang Wine Workshop; tell Nightingale and Sea Woman to accompany you, just say it was my idea."

"There could be danger there, so you all need to be on high alert. If something seems off, just say it’s Napoleon, the head chef of the Bloody Restaurant, who sent you to purchase."

He cautioned.

"You’re going to die, yet you still refuse to marry me?"

Vampire Sister said with resentment.

"Silly girl, there are so many better males out there, all richer and more powerful than me. Why insist on following me, a dying half-human, half-Black Mountain Goat Cub monster?"

"Hmph, mind your own business. Before you go on your delivery, you have to stop by the board game café, or else I’ll die of a broken heart!"

Vampire Sister exclaimed.

"Uh, alright."

He reluctantly agreed.

Of course, Liu Zheng didn’t believe Vampire Sister would die of a broken heart, but making a detour to see her was no big deal.

After hanging up, he called Dr. Luo He of the Nile River.

"I’m going on a delivery tomorrow and might not make it back. This is the Fisherman of the sewers’ number; once you’re ready, contact him yourself. Tomorrow, I will deliver the props you’ll need to you."

He recited a string of numbers.

"Understood. Alas, it’s a pity you didn’t kill that traitor; I can’t bless you with ’Ra’s Grace’."

Dr. Luo He of the Nile River said regretfully.

’Ra’s Grace’ wasn’t only the compensation Dr. Luo He promised to Liu Zheng, but also a reward from ’Ra’ for the person who killed the traitor. Even if he wanted to grant it to Liu Zheng in advance, he couldn’t.

"Would ’Ra’s Grace’ let me resurrect somewhere else?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, it’s resurrection on the spot."

Dr. Luo He of the Nile River replied.

"Then it doesn’t matter."

Resurrecting on the spot would just mean being killed by the Peacock twice, which was meaningless.

However, even if it was resurrection elsewhere, he suspected the Peacock could pursue him across space.

"However, there might still be another way to help you. I’m getting old, my memory isn’t what it used to be. Let me think about it overnight, and I’ll tell you when you come tomorrow."

Dr. Luo He of the Nile River said.

"Okay. By the way, please take care of Cheng Xiaomei for me."

"Don’t worry, she’s quite capable, and Sasha really likes her."

Dr. Luo He of the Nile River replied.

"That’s good to hear."

Liu Zheng ended the call and then dialed Guo Koutangzi.

"I’m going to face death tomorrow. For the matter with the Jordan family, get in touch with this person named Nightingale."

He gave her the Nightingale’s phone number.

"Good. The Bloody Restaurant chef’s flower basket has been delivered."

Guo Koutangzi said.

"Then, here’s to a grand reopening of the Extreme Flavor Group and more success."

Liu Zheng offered a lucky saying.

"I hope your words come true. Tomorrow, come to the money soup place and have a bowl of soup to celebrate."

"Sure, add more green onions."

After hanging up, he called Wang Manni.

The phone rang for a few seconds before it was answered.

"Sorry, I was just taking a shower."

The sound of rushing water came through from the other end of the line.

"You’re calling so late, do you have new instructions?"

Wang Manni asked carefully.

Her heart was both excited and apprehensive.

Excited because she had already heard the news of the 11th floor being wiped out, at least two-thirds of the executives died at Liu Zheng’s hands.

And those vacant positions naturally needed someone to fill them.

Apprehensive because she was worried Liu Zheng would make some demands she couldn’t refuse.

"There are no instructions. I probably won’t be back tomorrow, just one thing I need to tell you."

Liu Zheng said.

"Ah?"

Wang Manni was momentarily surprised, but then she quickly came to terms with it.

Everybody in Metropolis knew that deliverymen for the Bloody Restaurant were in a high-risk job.

"Please go ahead."

Her heart was filled with both disappointment and exhilaration.

Disappointment because she lost a tremendous support, and exhilaration because one unstable factor had been removed.

"From now on, you are not allowed to go to the 11th floor, nor are you allowed to send anyone there."

Liu Zheng instructed.

"This... Okay, I understand."

Wang Manni hesitated for a moment but still agreed.

"You better do as you say, someone will be keeping an eye on you for me."

"Maybe one day I will come back and roll over you again with a tank."

He said coldly, and then hung up the phone.

Thinking it over, there was either no need to call or no need for private contact with the rest.

So, he put away his phone.

"Boss, can I borrow your sudoku magazine?"

Liu Zheng asked Niu Ma.

"You’ve made so many arrangements for others, why don’t you make some for yourself?"

Niu Ma tossed the sudoku magazine to him and questioned.

"Arrange what, a graveyard? I think I won’t be needing one."

Liu Zheng replied while flipping open the magazine.

If he could come back alive, then naturally, he wouldn’t need to buy a plot for himself.

If he died in Emperor’s Garden, Peacock surely wouldn’t let someone come to collect his body.

Of course, Liu Zheng didn’t plan to die there anyway.

If things seemed off, he would immediately settle the instance.

The basic requirement of the mission was to survive for 72 hours, and by tomorrow, he would have lasted seven days, which was more than twice the mission requirement. It was worth taking a gamble.

"What about leaving a message for your family or something?"

Niu Ma suggested.

"I don’t have a family."

Whether in the real world or in the instance, he was an orphan.

"Then friends."

"I did, those calls just now were it."

Liu Zheng explained.

"Boss, do you want me to leave any last words for you? How about ’may you have a son soon’?"

He said with a grin.

"Forget it, I don’t want my little Niu Ma to be jinxed by your bad luck."

Niu Ma replied with irritation.

"I actually think I’m quite lucky," Liu Zheng defended.

"Hmm, true," Niu Ma assessed him and nodded in agreement.

Ordinary people who stirred up as much trouble as he did would have died seventeen or eighteen times by now; they couldn’t still be hopping around here.

"I have a way for you to temporarily avoid trouble. Wanna give it a shot?" Niu Ma suddenly offered.

"Sure."

Liu Zheng replied without hesitation.

"Aren’t you going to ask what the method is? Whether it’s dangerous? Or what the cost is?"

"I trust you, boss. Besides, it can’t be worse than it is now, right?"

He said carelessly.

"That’s not necessarily the case. The longer you hide, the more Peacock’s anger will accumulate. She might just want to torment you now, but by the time you get back, she might have ’flayed’ you clean."

Niu Ma snorted.

"I don’t fancy betting my life on someone else’s mood."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

And if he couldn’t hide anymore, he would just settle the instance right away. Even if Peacock turned Metropolis upside down in her rage, it wouldn’t be his problem anymore.

"Hope you won’t regret it. Oh, by that time, you won’t remember anyway," Niu Ma added and then took out his phone to make a call.

"What’s up?"

A deep and powerful voice came through.

Liu Zheng recognized it; on the other end was Oynk.

"Boss, I’d like to ask for your help to open the dark door to the black market," Niu Ma requested in a respectful tone.

"The black market is opening the day after tomorrow, are you that anxious?"

"A bit urgent," Niu Ma explained.

"Understood, it’ll be open in half an hour," Oynk ended the call.

"Let’s go," Niu Ma put away the phone and said to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng nodded and then followed it out of the break room.