The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 444 - 369: Don’t Run, I Want to Pick a Bone with You!

Chapter 444: Chapter 369: Don’t Run, I Want to Pick a Bone with You!

If I can’t dodge, then I won’t.

Liu Zheng didn’t flinch or dodge; he even spread three tentacles to embrace the deadly Blade of Light Spirit.

"Swoosh!"

Just one slash, and he was cut in half at the waist along with his tentacles.

While the pale purple Blade of Light Spirit hadn’t yet dissipated, a heavy blade light tinted with faint blood color slashed down again.

With his remaining intact tentacles, Liu Zheng desperately pulled and sawed off his own body below the stomach.

"Eat this, damn it!"

His eyes bulging, he threw the three severed tentacles, entangling the shadow, then aimed his lower body at it.

The squirting blood, bile, and gastric acid sprayed onto the shadow, staining it with blood.

"Tui! Tui! Tui!"

Seeming to feel that wasn’t enough, Liu Zheng puffed up his cheeks and spat fiercely at it.

The shadow, having never encountered this form of attack, seemed at a loss and momentarily forgot how to counterattack.

"So unprofessional, and you dare to call yourself an assassin?"

Noticing the opponent’s confusion, Liu Zheng scoffed with disdain.

If it were him, no matter how bizarre the opponent’s behavior, he would kill them first before anything else.

"Thud!"

After his disdain, he loosened his tentacles, which hit the ground.

Then, without hesitation, he used his tentacles to support himself and started to run away.

"Da Xiang, aren’t you coming to protect me already!"

Liu Zheng spoke without choosing his words.

"Oh, coming, coming."

Da Xiang, snapping out of his stupor, suddenly threw out a rubber baton.

The rubber baton, originally the length of an arm, instantly extended, skewering the shadow and pinning it against the wall with its momentum.

"That’s something."

Liu Zheng looked at him in surprise.

As expected of the deputy captain of the security team at the bathhouse, he really did have some skill.

"Heh heh."

Da Xiang grinned smugly.

"Block it; I’m making a run for it."

Liu Zheng mobilized every muscle and sprinted toward the exit.

Because he exerted too much force, the wound’s healing couldn’t keep up with the rate of tearing, and a mess of stuff was flowing out from his cut end.

"Don’t be afraid, Mr. Liu, I’m here, I won’t let it hurt you," Da Xiang yelled out loud.

"Heh."

Liu Zheng responded with a roll of his eyes.

If it weren’t for this kid bringing in the dirty stuff, how would he have ended up like this?

Besides, what he was afraid of wasn’t being ganked, he was afraid of being fucked over!

In the midst of the chaos, Liu Zheng turned his head and saw the shadow pulling out the rubber baton that had pierced its chest.

The hard-as-iron rubber baton was sliced into countless pieces by the ephemeral Blade of Light Spirit, turning into falling leaves and gently drifting down.

Then, a slender, fair hand tore through the pitch-black shadow, and a nearly naked woman emerged from it.

She had shoulder-length hair and a small braid at the back of her head, with a mark that resembled a flower on her forehead.

A piece of cloth wrapped her chest, and besides the two core areas, it hardly covered anything else.

And down below, the woman wore something similar to a sumo wrestler’s mawashi, which would lead to drafts with the slightest movement.

"Gulp!"

Da Xiang couldn’t help swallowing his saliva.

Although the special service department also had similar outfits, how could those mass-produced fakes compare to this custom-made real deal.

Confronted with lustful gazes, the woman seemed oblivious.

She kneeled on one knee, her body trembling continuously, with expressions of pain and pleasure interweaving on her face.

"Ninja Art: Poison Immunity."

She made hand seals, and a green light flared up on her body then extinguished immediately.

"What?!"

The woman’s eyes widened in shock.

This was a secret Ninjutsu of the Village of Shadows, capable of suppressing even a drop of poison deadly enough to kill a thousand men for a short time, but it had no effect on the poison she was afflicted with.

There were only two possibilities: either this poison had surpassed the category of ordinary poisons, or it wasn’t poison at all.

While the woman was pondering, an uncontrollable urge rushed from her tailbone straight to her brain.

"Ah~"

She couldn’t help but make a harmonious moan of life, then her sharp eyes locked onto the fleeing Liu Zheng.

"Human, I want to make trouble with you!"

The woman groaned breathlessly with anger.

"I fucking don’t want to!"

Liu Zheng roared back, then scrambled even more frantically.

Hell, he didn’t even have a dick left, how was he supposed to make trouble with his head?

Wait, he wasn’t really going to use his head, was he?

Feeling the woman’s famished roar, he shivered from head to toe.

In the real world, there were already many perverted practices, let alone in the Metropolis where the perversion index was doubled.

"Da Xiang, stop her, I’ll promote you one rank!"

Liu Zheng pushed off with all his might, flying over the top of Da Xiang’s head, showering him with dirty water.

"Got it, Mr. Liu. Rest assured and go on, if she doesn’t fuck me to death today, she won’t make it through this door!"

Upon hearing this, Da Xiang was overjoyed, wielding his riot shield to block the doorway tightly.

"Then I’m relieved."

In the midst of the mayhem, Liu Zheng didn’t forget to pat his shoulder with a tentacle, giving him a meaningful smile.

Don’t worry, young man, you’re guaranteed to be fucked to death.

"Smack!"

He landed in the corridor, then without pausing for a moment, he started climbing towards the stairs.

The pain from bodily damage turned completely into pleasure, which along with the terror of being fucked by the head, became his driving force.

Liu Zheng even pulled out the Human Bone Cane, tapping it non-stop on the ground.

As he approached the staircase, he saw a group of security guards besieging a white-haired woman.

The woman’s hair bent and straightened at will in midair, like steel wires.

And the security guards’ riot shields and uniforms were punctured with countless tiny holes by these hairs, blood flowing freely from these punctures, resembling a ghastly chessboard made of flesh and blood.