The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 492: It’s being revised, this can even be audited, it’s far from acceptable_2

Chapter 492: It’s being revised, this can even be audited, it’s far from acceptable_2

He curled his lips and said,

"In the Metropolis, wanting to be a good person means you can only fend for yourself."

"To open a grand sect and aim to aid the whole world, isn’t that the same as going to a moldy camp to drill for oil?"

"Alas, it was actually the generation of liberally granted permissions that saved a village, so the surviving villagers all joined our sect."

Samurai Yifa sighed.

Liberally granted permissions mean that a disciple is recognized by the sect and can independently recruit disciples and teach the sect’s martial arts.

Typically, the most powerful disciple of their generation is the one who receives liberally granted permissions from each sect.

"No wonder."

Liu Zheng nodded in understanding.

"By my father’s generation, we were unable to recruit other disciples and could only pass it down from father to son."

Since it had come to this point, Samurai Yifa simply spilled everything out.

"It’s the trend of the times; it’s not your problem."

He reassured firmly.

Indeed, the swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sound Killing Style is quite remarkable.

It is well-balanced in offense and defense, suitable for both close and long-range, with individual and group attack techniques, including the unique skill "Only My Voice Reigns."

But the development of a sect must not only consider the struggle of the sect itself but also factor in the historical progression.

In a place like the Metropolis, where nearly everyone is a demonic outsider, it’s hard to say whether establishing a storied and upright sect is too outdated or too avant-garde, but it’s certainly impractical.

"Therefore, please, you must help me revive my wife and child."

Samurai Yifa got straight to the point.

It was both for personal reasons and for the continuation of the sect.

"Rest assured, I will accomplish what I’ve promised. Even if I don’t succeed, I will still give you an explanation."

Liu Zheng patted his shoulder and said.

"Thank you so much."

Samurai Yifa bowed deeply, at a 45-degree angle.

"Come on then, chop me down."

He feigned a fall to the ground, lying ready to be chopped.

Two minutes later, Liu Zheng walked out of the elevator.

"You finished so quickly this time?"

Surprised, Thirteen Mahjong awaited outside.

"Since the Minister has spoken, how dare I delay."

He said with a smile on his face.

"So you mean to say when I haven’t spoken, you do dare to delay, huh?"

Thirteen Mahjong caught the hidden meaning in his words.

"That depends on whether it’s official or personal affairs. If it’s your personal matter, Minister, you wouldn’t need to speak; I’d handle it perfectly well for you anyway."

"Smooth talker. Follow me."

Thirteen Mahjong led him through the corridor to the front of a Paper House.

Sliding open the paper door, inside kneeled over a dozen men dressed in black short coats.

Not all of these men were human; some had horns on their heads, others had gills on their faces, and some didn’t look human at all.

However, they all emitted a masculine energy, making it clear at a glance that they were all male.

"Minister!"

"Minister!"

"Minister!"

Upon seeing Thirteen Mahjong open the door, everyone bowed in unison from their seats.

"Mm. Liu Tong, has everyone arrived?"

Thirteen Mahjong nodded and then asked the man seated at the front.

"Yes, Minister, everyone has arrived,"

Liu Tong responded.

This was an extremely tall and robust man, standing at least 1.9 meters tall.

It was difficult to estimate his weight because his body structure was clearly different from that of a human.

All over his body was something that resembled seaweed, with even his facial features hidden underneath the thick vegetation.

However, the seaweed seemed vibrant and lacked any slime or similar substance, so it wasn’t too unpleasant to look at.

"Hmm. Go ahead and greet the Deputy Minister."

Thirteen Mahjong gestured towards Liu Zheng with his chin.

In the presence of a large crowd, he still needed to maintain a leader’s composure.

"Deputy Minister Liu, good day. I’m Ren He, who just joined the Massage Department today. Please take good care of me."

Liu Zheng stepped forward and spoke.

"Hmm?"

Liu Tong’s eyebrows slightly raised above the tuft of his brow.

The attitude of this newcomer is fairly respectful, but the angle of his bow isn’t quite enough.

Meeting me, the deputy minister, for the first time, a bow should be at least 30° if not 45°.

"He is Elder Qing’s nephew, came aboard for his interview to serve Shi Tiantian, and in the end, the medical team was brought in."

Shi Sam Yao noticed Liu Tong’s expression and spoke in a concise manner.

"A very promising newcomer, I look forward to your subsequent performance."

Liu Tong’s furrowed brows immediately collapsed.

Given that Liu Zheng is standing here, the one treated must naturally be Shi Tiantian.

Someone who could press Shi Tiantian to the point of needing treatment could certainly press him into ICU.

Although Elder Qing holds no official title, his standing in the Broth Department is about the same as a deputy minister’s.

Having both ability and backing, it’s understandable for such a newcomer to be a bit arrogant.

"I too am looking forward to working with Deputy Minister Liu and all seniors here, and I hope to receive your guidance. If there is anything I do that is not up to standard, I hope the seniors will forgive me."

Liu Zheng said to everyone seated.

"Sure, sure."

All present responded with smiles.

In a core department like the Massage Department, anyone who can get in is no fool. Even if they couldn’t read the undercurrents just now, they at least understand the value of Shi Sam Yao personally bringing someone to meet them.

"Alright, go change into that set of clothes and then sit at the very back."

Shi Sam Yao pointed at the neatly folded black jacket on the floor.

Clearly, it was specially reserved for Liu Zheng.

"Alright."

Since everyone is male and, strictly speaking, his skin can also be considered clothing,

Liu Zheng didn’t retreat to change but directly took off his uniform, put on the black jacket, and then sat at the very end of the row as instructed by Shi Sam Yao.

"Although everyone present is a veteran employee, many have not experienced such a major event, so you may not know the significance of the garment you are wearing."

Shi Sam Yao began speaking with a calm and forceful voice.

"Black is the color of mourning clothes, and wearing them signifies that your upcoming work is a life-and-death matter."

"Perhaps you feel this is unfair. Why should others easily accompany female guests for a chat or a casual fling, while you have to serve such terrifying clients?"

"All I can say is that among past ministers, I’ve been the fairest. If you disagree, wait until you become a minister and then come challenge me."

"Moreover, this isn’t just a trial for you, it is also an opportunity."

"As long as you come back alive, the bonus is at least ten years’ salary, and you’ll be given priority for future promotions."

"Like Deputy Minister Liu, the moment he comes out of the Heavenly Guardian Pavilion, you’ll have to call him Executive Liu."

Shi Sam Yao said.

"Additionally, the department will also give you five more years’ salary."

After pausing for a while, he continued.

Under the minister, there is the Executive Deputy Minister’s position, which is the equivalent of a second-in-command.

In the event of no surprises, as soon as the minister’s position is vacated, the Executive Deputy Minister automatically takes over.

Upon hearing these words, the previously somber faces of the crowd immediately brightened.

Coming out to work is all about making money. Although the attrition rate of the Massage Department is not as high as that of the Servicing Department, it’s not that low, either.

A tenfold profit can entice merchants to risk beheading, just as a fifteenfold salary can tempt employees to risk sudden death.

"Alright, I won’t say more. I wish you gentlemen good fortune in battle."

"Black is the color of mourning clothes, and wearing them signifies that your upcoming work is a life-and-death matter."

"Perhaps you feel this is unfair. Why should others easily accompany female guests for a chat or a casual fling, while you have to serve such terrifying clients?"

"All I can say is that among past ministers, I’ve been the fairest. If you disagree, wait until you become a minister and then come challenge me."

"Moreover, this isn’t just a trial for you, it is also an opportunity."

"As long as you come back alive, the bonus is at least ten years’ salary, and you’ll be given priority for future promotions."

"Like Deputy Minister Liu, the moment he comes out of the Heavenly Guardian Pavilion, you’ll have to call him Executive Liu."

Shi Sam Yao said.

"Additionally, the department will also give you five more years’ salary."

After pausing for a while, he continued.

Under the minister, there is the Executive Deputy Minister’s position, which is the equivalent of a second-in-command.

In the event of no surprises, as soon as the minister’s position is vacated, the Executive Deputy Minister automatically takes over.

Upon hearing these words, the previously somber faces of the crowd immediately brightened.

Coming out to work is all about making money. Although the attrition rate of the Massage Department is not as high as that of the Servicing Department, it’s not that low, either.

A tenfold profit can entice merchants to risk beheading, just as a fifteenfold salary can tempt employees to risk sudden death.

"Alright, I won’t say more. I wish you gentlemen good fortune in