The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 403 - 349: Firepower Can’t Be Such an Inconvenience_Part 2

Chapter 403: Chapter 349: Firepower Can’t Be Such an Inconvenience_Part 2

"That’s right, it was originally meant for the next Winged Dragon of Ra, I’m just holding it for safekeeping."

Dr. Luo He admitted.

"You have ulterior motives that aren’t just about drinking."

He raised his eyebrows and said.

"As long as you know, I have no ill intent. In the Metropolis, everyone needs to find a backer for themselves, especially those with high-quality ingredients."

"Although my master has declined, his position still holds, especially now that he has no subordinates. If Dai Legao helps out during this difficult time, he might be able to become independent in the future and maybe even rise to the status of a main god."

Dr. Luo He said.

"I will pass on the message, but I will not show any preference."

Liu Zheng said.

"Of course."

Dr. Luo He nodded.

However, there was something he did not say out loud.

The mere fact that Liu Zheng was willing to carry the message was the biggest preference of all.

In the Metropolis, it is very difficult to establish trust between people beyond contracts and agreements.

But once established, that trust can be very powerful.

"Sasha is home alone, is that okay? If not, let her hide in the sewer for a while. I’ll talk to Fisherman and Brother Sha, they’ll make sure she is well looked after."

Liu Zheng suggested.

"It should be fine, the Sphinx is there."

Dr. Luo He hesitated.

"Still, it’s better to be completely prepared, especially since you’re going out of town this time. If something happens, you won’t be able to rush back immediately."

"Besides, it’s not only Sasha in your clinic, there are other valuable items. If there really is trouble, will the Sphinx protect the people or the items?"

The valuable items he mentioned naturally referred to the wealth of the La Clan, especially the Brilliance of La.

"Oh right, I almost forgot to tell you something."

Reminded of the Brilliance of La, Liu Zheng smacked his forehead and told Dr. Luo He about the trade with Amaterasu using the remnants of La.

"Such a thing happened?"

Dr. Luo He was greatly shocked; he didn’t even know about the existence of the remnants.

"My actions haven’t caused any trouble for you, have they?"

Liu Zheng asked somewhat awkwardly.

"Wait a moment, let me check with God La."

As he spoke, Dr. Luo He took off his crown and closed his eyes in prayer.

The Winged Dragon of Ra was originally a general under La, and its feathers could naturally be used to communicate with La.

"God La says it’s not a big problem, and it might not be a bad thing, but he still wants me to be prepared," Dr. Luo He said after a moment, opening his eyes.

"That’s good to hear."

Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

So far, Dr. Luo He had never let him down, even if he had initially done it for Niu Ma’s sake, which was quite remarkable.

Thus, if Liu’s own actions ended up causing trouble for Dr. Luo He, he’d feel quite bad about it.

"You make sense. Let’s have Xiao Mei clock out early, then get Sasha into the sewer," Dr. Luo He decided firmly.

"Ok, let’s get in the car, I’ll call them both on the way," Liu Zheng nodded.

Neither of them liked to procrastinate, so they immediately called the housekeeper and Sasha out.

After informing the Sphinx, they sent the housekeeper home first, then took Sasha to the sewer.

"I’ll have to trouble the two of you then," Dr. Luo He reassured Sasha and then bowed to Fisherman and Sha Jiang.

"No need to be polite, we’re colleagues, and helping out is no bother," Fisherman said indifferently.

Dr. Luo He smiled and didn’t refute the facade of toughness.

Colleagues? In the Metropolis, that relationship was worthless.

Fisherman had clearly agreed to help only because of Liu Zheng. If he couldn’t even see his own daughter, where would he find the extra concern for someone else’s?

"Hey, no worries, you’re a friend of my buddy, making you my friend too. Just watching the kid for a bit, don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get cold or hungry."

"Come on, girl, put this coat on, and have some potatoes. I grew them myself. Don’t mind the appearance; sprinkle some salt, and they are delicious," Sha Jiang was much more straightforward, draping the Dragon Robe Funeral clothes over Sasha and handing her a few roasted potatoes.

Sasha blankly took the potatoes, then looked towards Dr. Luo He.

"Hold onto them, and remember to say ’thank you,’" Dr. Luo He nodded.

Under normal circumstances, he definitely wouldn’t let Sasha eat anything from outside.

But since they had generously given such precious life-saving equipment to Sasha to wear, it would be impolite to be suspicious now.

"Thank you, Uncle," Sasha said, turning her head towards Dr. Luo He, but addressing Sha Jiang.

"What? The honey yogurt didn’t work for Sasha?" Liu Zheng frowned and asked.

"Who says it’s useless? It’s very useful."

Dr. Nile said.

"Then why is Sasha still the same?"

"Not at all, haven’t you noticed she’s become much sharper in her speech than before?"

Dr. Nile said.

"For example?"

"For example, she now adds the word ’uncle’ on her own."

Dr. Nile looked at Sasha with a face full of satisfaction.

"...I feel now that you’re quite fortunate, at least Sasha remembers to lock the door when she goes out and knows to use an umbrella when it rains."

Liu Zheng turned to the Fisherman.

The Fisherman nodded slightly, out of politeness, though he didn’t speak.

Having left the sewer, the trio returned to the Bloody Restaurant.

Liu Zheng and Dr. Nile waited outside, while the driver went to swap vehicles.

"Bloody Restaurant..."

Dr. Nile looked at the building with a complex expression.

Despite his clinic being not far from the restaurant, he had never returned here.

Inside this building, he had watched his kin being skinned and disassembled, turned into one speciality dish after another.

No matter if in life they were scholars, warriors, priests, or doctors, they were no different from livestock in the kitchen’s slaughter room.

The only consolation was that the employees responsible for the butchering didn’t take pleasure in cruelty, and the process was clean and efficient.

"I haven’t had time to deal with that traitor yet,"

Liu Zheng suddenly said.

"It’s okay, I know you’re busy. Anyway, that bastard isn’t going to die anytime soon,"

Dr. Nile withdrew his gaze and said.

"During my trip to the cemetery, I heard a saying from Red Pig, ’The living are more important than the dead.’ You only have Sasha as a kin, and Sasha only has you as a father."

"I know, I’ve lived for hundreds of years, I’ve long forgotten how to write the word ’impulse’."

Dr. Nile said.

"As long as you’re aware, that’s fine."

The two stopped talking and stared vacantly together.

Just as they were about to become two statues, the driver finally returned with the new vehicle.

"You call this a tank?"

Liu Zheng looked at the round, plump little ball in front of him and said.

"Of course, it has tracks, load-bearing wheels, armor, and a turret. How could it not be a tank?"

The driver floated out from the front armor and said.

"Where’s the cannon on the turret?"

He asked, looking at the bare turret.

"Didn’t I tell you? The Hound is a specialized model focused on defense and speed, a cannon barrel is just a burden. Besides, aren’t cannon shells just metal blocks that hit at high speed? As long as the tank’s speed is the same as the shells, it can be used as a shell, and it doesn’t even need to be loaded. Firepower isn’t such an inconvenient thing."

The driver asserted with confidence.

"Alright, you’re wordy, I believe you,"

Liu Zheng couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.

"Get in."

The driver opened the hatch, allowing the two to climb in.

Once inside, the space was indeed much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, at least as big as a pickup truck.

And where the loading port should have been, there were stacks of ammo boxes, each painted with different patterns and colors.

"How powerful are these rounds?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"As long as you don’t explode in your hands, they probably won’t blow you to bits,"

The driver knew what he was asking.

"The use of ’bits’ is very astute,"

Dr. Nile took the opportunity to tease.

"Doctor, now that you’re wearing the Crown of the Winged Dragon, you must be really fast, right?"

Liu Zheng tried to divert the blame.

"Hey, the muscles in my legs are all dried up; even with the crown’s blessing, I can’t run fast. Besides, aren’t you known in Metropolis as the ’Bombing Maniac’? Throwing shells seems more your specialty. You do it, you do it."

Dr. Nile directly retreated to the corner farthest from the ammo boxes.

"Damn, you’re all such disrespectful old farts."

He cursed, while Dr. Nile turned a deaf ear.

"Are we going or not? It’ll be dark soon,"

The driver couldn’t stand it, urging them on.

He had realized, no matter who was with this kid, the scenario always turned into a farce.

"Departure! Destination, Bathhouse Street!"

Liu Zheng took out the Human Bone Wand and pretended it was a command sword, pointing in the direction of Bathhouse Street.

The driver pulled the lever, and the "Hound" let out an excited bark, turning into a beam of black light and racing out onto the street.