The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 401 - 348: Jinzi’s mom can only let little Liu Zheng do as he pleases _2

Chapter 401: Chapter 348: Jinzi’s mom can only let little Liu Zheng do as he pleases _2

He asked.

Given the current state of the game, even if Jinzi went easy, it would still take at least half an hour, and they didn’t have that much time to waste.

"You think everyone reincarnates as a starving ghost like you? I’m not hungry, so go ahead and eat both portions."

While mocking him, Niu Ma excitedly licked his hoof then picked up a game piece.

"Fine then."

Liu Zheng shrugged his shoulders and began sweeping through the food on both tables.

The non-human physiology endowed his stomach with astonishing resilience, and by the time he had finished eating, his belly was as swollen as if he were ten months pregnant.

"Belch~"

He let out a satisfied burp, feeling a bit stuffed.

However, if he had to keep eating, some liquid dessert to trickle down the gaps wouldn’t be a problem.

"Endgame time."

Jinzi said with a smile and then placed a white piece in the lower-left corner.

That move decisively captured Niu Ma’s large group of stones, and it was clear without counting that Jinzi had won.

"Damn it, it’s all because you played terribly in the beginning."

Niu Ma, as expected, passed the blame to Liu Zheng.

"That’s right, it’s all my fault for not giving the big boss an enjoyable game."

He admitted, standing with his belly protruding.

"Let’s not play anymore, this round is on me, let’s call it a draw. Next time I’ll play from the start with you, and I won’t go easy on you."

Niu Ma stuck out his tongue and swept all the pieces on the board onto the floor.

"Niu Masan is just too cunning."

Jinzi complained.

"Be content, he didn’t just flip the whole board over, and that’s good enough."

Liu Zheng said.

As everyone knows, the board is also a part of Go.

When you can’t outsmart your opponent with the pieces, you can always try to smash their brains with the board.

In this regard, "Great Han Chess Saint" Liu Qi can attest.

Niu Ma walked towards the door with his head held high and pride in his stride.

No matter how they mocked it, in its heart, it had won the game.

"Where to now?"

Back in the car, the driver asked.

"Drop my boss off, then head to Rose Street to find Dai Legao,"

Liu Zheng said.

"Why would you look for that tree? It’s even less likely to accompany you out of the city."

Niu Ma didn’t understand.

"I’m going to ask if it’s finished the booze I gave it last time, and to see if I can dig up some useful stuff."

He said.

"Then you go alone, I’ll walk back myself."

Niu Ma opened the door and got out of the car.

"Alright then, I’ll call you if I need anything."

Liu Zheng knew it was wary of getting beaten up by the French Plane Tree.

"Hmph, I’ll block your number as soon as I get back."

Niu Ma shook its head and galloped off towards the restaurant.

In just a few blinks, it disappeared around the corner of the street.

"This Niu Ma really thinks highly of you."

The driver said.

"Oh?"

"It’s the first time it’s shown that kind of speed in front of me."

The driver said.

"That’s probably because you’re not paying it enough,"

Liu Zheng said.

If the money was right, not only would Niu Ma run fast, it would even dance the jig for you.

"Forget it then, I’d rather just use the car to chase it instead of paying money to watch it run fast."

The driver shook his head and started the sports car.

Arriving at Rose Street, he parked the car at a distance and let Liu Zheng walk the rest of the way himself.

On this street, the French Plane Tree was the undisputed king of the neighborhood.

Even a strong man like the driver preferred not to mess with it unless necessary.

After all, the French Plane Tree could beat them up without holding back, while if they beat up the French Plane Tree, they would have to worry about the Sanitation Department causing trouble.

"Yo, burp~"

Liu Zheng greeted, then couldn’t help but burp.

"Humph, typical heartless humans, eating all the delicious food and not even thinking of bringing me some."

The French Plane Tree said gruffly, smelling the alcohol.

"Next time for sure. This time, well, I came to ask you for booze."

He said with a smile.

"Hah? Silly human, your brain really is broken. Asking me for booze, why don’t you go ask a bank for money?"

The French Plane Tree scoffed.

"Banks are poor and stingy, where could we find a noble and wealthy French gentleman as kind and rich as Mr. Dai Legao?"

Liu Zheng said, bowing.

"Heh heh, that’s rig... cough cough, silly human, don’t think that just because you say that, I’ll fall for your trick. I’m not going to give you any booze!"

The French Plane Tree struggled to keep its mouth from bursting into laughter.

"Oh, so that means you haven’t finished the booze, huh?"

"How did you know? Ah, damn human, you tricked me!"

The French Plane Tree exclaimed angrily.

"Don’t make it sound so unpleasant, it’s just some simple deduction."

He said with a smile.

"Hmph, cunning humans, I don’t want to talk to you anymore."

The French Plane Tree turned its face in another direction.

"Really? I’m about to leave town, and I might drink some fine wines that can’t be found in the city."

Liu Zheng tempted.

"I want to drink too."

The French Plane Tree was indeed fooled.

"Then it depends on whether you help or not."

"Help with what?"

"Give me some wine."

He said.

"Why are you asking me for wine? Doesn’t your restaurant have a lot?"

The French Plane Tree felt like it was going to go crazy.

"The wine I want probably isn’t available in the restaurant anymore."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"What wine?"

"The case of fifteen-year Ascension Mao Tai I sold to you last time."

He said.

"What do you want that stuff for? Are you finally ready to abandon your reasoning and embrace the ultimate pleasure?"

The French Plane Tree asked curiously.

"It’s all for work."

He briefly explained the matter of saving Seiko.

"Competing in a drinking contest, I’m not sure I can outdrink those bathhouse masseurs; I have to find another way."

Liu Zheng spread his tentacles.

"Hmph, typical of evil humans, always resorting to tricks."

The French Plane Tree said with disdain.

As a real liquor lover, it despised Liu Zheng’s cheating ways.

"There’s no other way, if Lord Dai Legao would accompany me, I wouldn’t need to resort to such underhanded tactics. With your drinking capacity, going to the bathhouse street would be a slaughter."

He said respectfully.

"Of course, I’m not bragging, but in the entire Metropolis, there aren’t as many who can outdrink me as I have roots."

The French Plane Tree said proudly.

"Impressive, impressive."

Liu Zheng complimented.

How many roots does the French Plane Tree have? At least dozens, right?

"How many bottles do you want?"

The French Plane Tree asked after some thought.

"As many bottles as you have, that’s how many I want."

"Human, I advise you not to overstep."

It glared.

"The thing is, I don’t know how many bottles I’ll need. Whatever we don’t finish, I’ll just return it to you when I come back, right?"

He said.

"Nonsense, when have you ever returned anything that came into your hands?"

The French Plane Tree was skeptical of his promise.

"What can I do, I want to save them too."

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

After a visit to Yate, he had a rough idea of what a normal instance was like.

Ignoring the items that couldn’t be taken out of the instance, if he could keep all the items that could be taken out, his next instance would be a breeze as long as it wasn’t as outrageous as the Metropolis.

But Liu Zheng’s opponents were one stronger than the next, and he couldn’t just stubbornly refrain from using items; that would be no different from seeking death.

"I don’t care, whether you use them up or not, you have to give me wine as special as the fifteen-year Ascension Mao Tai that’s been contaminated."

The French Plane Tree was not considering his dilemma.

"Alright, alright, but I can’t guarantee when I’ll be able to get it."

Liu Zheng said with some headache.

The fifteen-year Ascension Mao Tai was contaminated by the aura of the Chaos Club; what kind of special wine could be as unique as that? Contaminated by the Garbage Processing Plant’s aura?

Hey, following that train of thought, wouldn’t wine contaminated by the sewer’s excrement also work?

"Hmph, as long as you haven’t returned it to me, I’ll beat you up every time I see you."

Just as his thoughts were unfolding, the French Plane Tree spoke.

"Why do I feel like that’s your actual goal?"

Sensing the excitement in its tone, Liu Zheng said wearily.

"Just tell me if you want it or not."

The French Plane Tree did not give a straight answer.

"Yes!"

There were plenty of people who wanted to beat him up; just one more meant he had to eat a bit more to recuperate.

"Here, take it."

Black roots parted the soil, presenting a case of wine.

Liu Zheng opened it to find six bottles of fifteen-year Ascension Mao Tai remaining.

"Now that I have the wine, how about giving me something to save my life?"

He put away the Mao Tai and asked shamelessly.

"Dream on, didn’t I already give you something when you left the country?"

The French Plane Tree said.

"It’s already used up, and so is what they gave me; I have nothing left now. Help me out, you don’t want to never be able to drink fine wines in the future, right?"

"So annoying, I should have turned you into tree fertilizer from the start!"

The French Plane Tree said gruffly and then started rummaging through the soil.