The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 418 - 357 Liu Zheng: Now we’re really a flat-out squid

Chapter 418: Chapter 357 Liu Zheng: Now we’re really a flat-out squid

"Is this kid really trying to kill himself?"

The old man watched Liu Zheng, whose facial features were closed off, with a sense of alarm.

Closing off his facial features couldn’t reduce the damage from the high-temperature fat steam to his body much, at most it made the torment on his spirit a little less agonizing.

But if Liu Zheng suffocated due to lack of oxygen, that would effectively put his life in the old man’s hands.

"Is he exceptionally bold, or just plain brainless?"

With this question in mind, the old man continued to pour out fat.

One ladle, two ladles, three ladles...

The old man mechanically scooped from his belly until the ladle was empty.

"All out?"

He paused for a moment.

The inventory in his belly was all out. To continue would mean scooping from other parts.

But scooping from other parts would cause some damage to the body.

So the question was, could this city man keep on enduring?

Staring at Liu Zheng, who was already nine parts cooked, for a while, the latter seemed to sense it and met the old man’s gaze with his invisible sight.

"You’ve passed, kid."

The old man picked up a sauna stone and rolled it over his open belly, which immediately healed without a trace of having been opened.

But the previously slack belly now became abnormally shrunken, as if he hadn’t eaten for a year.

"Ga Ga Shuang Bathhouse, truly lives up to its reputation."

Liu Zheng struggled to open his eyes.

He couldn’t help it, his eyelids were already glued shut.

"You’re not bad yourself, Bloody Restaurant with such a big reputation, even a delivery guy is this impressive," the old man remarked.

"Old sir, you’re behind the times."

He shook his head.

"Oh? I’m all ears for your profound insights."

"Our delivery department, actually, is the core department of Bloody Restaurant. If you’re not an elite, you can’t even get in," Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Really? You’re not pulling an old man’s leg, are you?"

The old man looked at him with some skepticism.

The bathhouse equaled half the restaurant, and he’d worked there all his life. He’d never heard such a claim.

Kitchen, customer service, purchasing, finance...

No matter how you arranged it, the delivery department couldn’t be the core.

"Of course, it’s true. Take my boss for example, he’s the foremost figure in the ’Shameless World’, the uncrowned king in the ’Black-Hearted and Venomous Hands’ realm. When he delivers a meal, he must take everything, pack up the whole household, and drink the toilet water at the customer’s home before leaving," Liu Zheng said.

"...Are you describing a delivery guy or a psychopath?" the old man asked with a hollow gaze.

"Is there a difference?" he retorted.

"...Well, I suppose not for Bloody Restaurant," the old man acknowledged.

"Long live understanding," Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Alright, off you go to the next sauna room," the old man waved him off.

Although using the fat from his belly wasn’t harmful, he still needed to eat something to replenish.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng headed toward the door.

With every step he took, a piece of sticky skin was left behind.

"Hold on a second."

The old man couldn’t bear to watch.

"What’s up, grandpa?"

As he turned around, droplets of scalding thick liquid seeped out from his burst blisters.

"Five hundred bucks."

The old man didn’t respond but stated a number.

"Here."

Liu Zheng pulled out five hundred bucks and handed it over.

The old man looked at the notes covered in liquid and flesh with a hint of distaste and stuffed them into his pocket.

"You might not look like a decent person, kid, but you’re straightforward in your dealings. Here, take this, drink it, don’t apply it," he said as he handed a porcelain bottle to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng took the bottle, and an item description immediately popped up.

"Name: Secret Recipe Badger Oil"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: Treats damage caused by scalds and burns, restores a small amount of energy."

"Note: Made by ancient method, raw materials from the producer himself, absolutely green, healthy and pollution-free, feel free to inspect."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

He looked at the badger oil, then at the old man’s belly, and his expression turned odd.

"What are you looking at? If you don’t like it, don’t drink it," the old man said bluntly.

"Drink, why wouldn’t I drink? No matter what it is, once it goes down the throat, it’s all food," Liu Zheng tilted his head back and guzzled the bottle of badger oil.

Contrary to his expectations, the badger oil didn’t taste bad, but instead had a faint fragrance.

The oil entered his stomach and a cool sensation wriggled through his body like a snake.

However, the pain inside his body didn’t lessen but intensified considerably.

This was because the nervous system, that had been scalded by high temperatures, was gradually recovering.

"Thanks, old man," Liu Zheng bowed with his tentacle and stepped out of the sauna room.

"With the way you look now, you remind me of a kind of street food," Doctor Nile said, unable to refrain from commenting.

"What kind of street food?"

"Grilled squid on a hot plate."

"My color doesn’t look like it, does it?" Liu Zheng looked at himself and said.

"A bit of sauce and chili powder would make it so," Doctor Nile said earnestly.

"Makes sense. If one day I stop doing deliveries, I’ll set up a stall and do a grilled version of myself," he nodded.

"Be sure to let me know when you open for business, I’ll bring all the staff from the bathhouse to support Liu Boss," the old fourth chimed in.

"Hahahahaha."

Seemingly hit by this Metropolis-special joke, the three men looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Do you need a halftime break, Boss Liu?" the old fourth asked, ceasing his laughter.

"Is a halftime break part of the process?" Liu Zheng asked.

"For some people, it’s not, but for a valued guest like Boss Liu, of course it is," the old fourth said with a profound meaning.

Those who came to Ga Ga Shuang Bathhouse to challenge weren’t necessarily there to cooperate; some might be there to cause trouble.