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Chapter 382 - 339 Did I Fight the Sewer Clone?

Chapter 382: Chapter 339 Did I Fight the Sewer Clone?

"I’ve already spoken to the sewer about your request, and it has agreed."

The Fisherman said.

"It’s not the Sanitation Department’s business, our boss asked me to get something from the sewer."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"What thing?"

"Its brain."

He replied.

"...I think you and your boss should go buy a brain to swap out first."

The Fisherman looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"The last time you fished out a ’gonad,’ it caused an earthquake in Metropolis. Now you want a brain, as if you’re worried Metropolis isn’t ruined enough already."

"What can I do? It’s the task my boss arranged, do I have the power to refuse? Besides, this time it’s a trade, not just taking things."

Liu Zheng took a wrapped Black Deer Head out of the takeout box.

"What the hell is this?!"

As soon as the Fisherman saw the Black Deer Head, he instinctively jumped back to the opposite side of the river.

His body sprouted all sorts of fishing gear like rods, harpoons, nets, and spears, making him look like a porcupine on alert.

"No, is this thing really that terrifying?"

Liu Zheng looked perplexed.

Isn’t that just Si Xue’s old footbath?

"You, young fella, don’t have the strength to sense it. The pollution on this thing is no less severe than the stuff at the Garbage Processing Plant."

The Fisherman remained on guard.

"If it’s that terrifying, why didn’t the sewer come to have a look?"

He questioned.

Last time, even cosplaying as Niu Ma drew the sewer’s attention; this thing can’t be inferior even to a counterfeit Niu Ma, could it?

"You don’t understand squat, the sewer isn’t as sensitive to dead things as it is to living creatures. Plus, it just had surgery and has voluntarily entered a semi-numbed state."

The Fisherman explained.

"So that’s how it is. Can you still contact it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Semi-numbed is not fully numbed. But are you sure you want to show this thing to the sewer? It just calmed down, and if it gets agitated again, I may not be able to protect you."

The Fisherman said.

In fact, he wasn’t sure he could even protect himself.

After all, he’d been injured only recently and didn’t have the monster-level healing ability of "Blood and Flesh Rebirth."

"It should be fine, my boss wouldn’t go to such lengths to kill me."

Liu Zheng hesitated.

"Suit yourself. As long as you don’t die, make sure you take good care of Hao Nu."

The Fisherman said.

"You’ve become quite skilled at reverse jinxing, Old Deng."

He said, his eyes hollow.

This old man couldn’t be trying to transfer the death flag to him with this tactic, could he?

"I don’t have as many schemes as you, young man."

The Fisherman chuckled, then plunged his hand into the sewer river.

After a while, a large white tumor grew on the ceiling.

The tumor cracked slightly, leaking web-like mucus.

Only a sliver of the ashy-grey eyeball was visible, giving off a drowsy vibe.

"Open the cloth."

The Fisherman spoke.

His voice was unusually deep and hoarse, like that of an old smoker who’d just woken up with a bad cold.

Intuition told Liu Zheng that the speaker, although perhaps not the sewer itself, was a combination of the sewer’s and the Fisherman’s will.

"Okay."

He duly unfolded the cloth, and the Black Deer Head was once again exposed to the air.

"Who is the restaurant’s boss now?"

The sewer glanced at the Black Deer Head and asked another question.

"It’s... I’m not sure if I can say."

Liu Zheng was about to reveal it but suddenly remembered the rule against disclosing the restaurant’s internal affairs.

"Speak, I’ll protect you. Don’t, and I’ll punch you."

The sewer said.

"Then... okay, the current boss is Si Xue."

He said reluctantly.

Facing the will of the sewer, he didn’t think he stood a chance of resisting.

As soon as Liu Zheng said the name, a spine-chilling sensation rose from deep within him and spread throughout his body.

Though there was no visible change in his appearance, Liu Zheng felt as if he was "freezing."

"Whose idea was it to let you boss around my employees here?"

The sewer straightened its arm and slapped him across the face.

With a crisp "smack," Liu Zheng felt the freezing sensation shatter, replaced by a stinging pain on his face.

"Mr. Sewer, the restaurant won’t give me trouble for this afterward, right?"

He asked, hand on his cheek, a touch worried.

"They won’t. What do you want to trade for?"

The sewer asked.

"If I tell you, can you promise not to hit me?"

Liu Zheng asked cautiously.

"Speak. If you don’t, I’ll punch you."

"My boss told me to exchange this for your brain."

After he spoke, he immediately guarded his face with four tentacles.

Although it was futile, it at least provided a little comfort.

"Heh, last time you fished away my ’gonad,’ and now you want my brain. What will your restaurant want next time? How about I come up there, and you come down here?"

The sewer sneered.

"Ahem, surely it wouldn’t come to that?"

Liu Zheng said with a guilty conscience.

After all, if he hadn’t fished away the sewer’s ’gonad,’ Si Xue wouldn’t have set her sights on the sewer’s brain.

"Hmph, your restaurant..."

The sewer seemed about to curse but stopped itself.

It seemed that even it couldn’t just say anything it wanted.

"So, is it possible to trade, sir?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I can’t decide on this matter."

The sewer shook its head.

"What? You turned out to be the Fisherman? So what was all that about back there?"

He glared angrily.

This Old Biden had even taken the opportunity to slap him.

"With that brain of yours, no wonder you could do something like fishing out my ’gonad.’

The sewer frowned and said.