The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 493 - 393: It Couldn’t Be the 18 Levels of Hell, Right?

Chapter 493: Chapter 393: It Couldn’t Be the 18 Levels of Hell, Right?

Perhaps the pressure was too great, as no one seemed inclined to speak.

In the silent atmosphere, the elevator ascended floor by floor.

After passing the 18th floor, the elevator suddenly stopped, and the numbers on the display turned into a mess of garbled codes.

Then, the elevator plunged downwards abruptly.

The speed was so fast, it was as if it was a high-speed train hurtling off a cliff.

Caught off guard, everyone entered a state of weightlessness.

Fortunately, either being non-humans or robust men, they quickly adapted.

"Still falling after the 18th floor, could it be heading to the Eighteenth Level of Hell?"

Liu Zheng speculated.

Suddenly, a harsh sound of cable friction rang out, and the elevator abruptly came to a stop.

"yue~"

The dual stimulation of weightlessness and inertia caused several weaker technicians to involuntarily make a vomiting motion.

"If you vomit in the elevator, old man here is going to get angry."

A voice, old yet strong, came through the loudspeaker.

"Rest assured, we of the Massage Department aren’t that weak."

As the highest-ranking person present, Liu Tong stepped forward and responded.

Having said that, those feeling nauseous could only cover their mouths with their hands, swallowing back the vomit about to erupt.

"Tsk~"

Smelling the subtle odor in the air, Liu Zheng felt somewhat regretful yet relieved.

Regretful because if they had vomited, he could have smeared the vomit on himself.

Relieved because his dignity was temporarily preserved.

"The Massage Department really isn’t what it used to be. The last batch of people didn’t even flinch."

The old man continued to mock.

"We are the Massage Department, not an acrobatics troupe. What counts is the skill of the massage."

Liu Tong retorted.

"Well, old man will wait and see, hope you don’t let me go up empty-handed. Hehehehe~"

Amid the old man’s sinister laughter, the people from the Massage Department walked out of the elevator with gloomy faces.

"Seems this old man isn’t as friendly as he sounds."

Liu Zheng thought to himself.

But when you think about it, Metropolis isn’t a place known for kind and gentle people.

Even if they don’t physically assault anyone, their verbal Attack Power is always maxed out.

Exiting the elevator, instead of the Eighteenth Level of Hell he had envisaged, it was brightly lit everywhere with a festive atmosphere.

Even the rosewood floor was covered with a thick layer of gold leaf, reflecting a cold yet splendid light.

"Are you Director Liu Tong?"

The woman waiting outside asked.

She wore a pink robe similar to Yaoji and Wan Zi, but the material seemed of better quality with silver-threaded patterns embroidered on it.

"Yes, I am. You must be from the Servicing Department, right?"

Liu Tong nodded and replied.

"Yes. I’m Er Tong from the Servicing Department."

The woman bowed slightly.

"Er Tong..."

The old drivers of the Massage Department glanced at her chest, revealing knowing smiles.

Indeed very round.

Er Tong noticed their gazes but didn’t mind.

Being touched up was commonplace for the employees of the Servicing Department; to them, this level hardly counted as harassment.

"Oh, I’ve heard about you, the star of the Servicing Department, top-rated this month."

Liu Tong suddenly realized.

"I’ve also heard of Director Liu Tong, the youngest deputy director in the history of the Massage Department, a strong contender for the future director position."

Er Tong returned the compliment with a smile.

"Sister Er Tong might not know yet, but after this job is done, Mr. Liu Tong will become the Executive Deputy Director."

Liu Zheng unexpectedly interjected.

"Who asked you to blabber? Speaking of things not yet confirmed, don’t you feel embarrassed?"

Liu Tong turned and glared at him, but his lips curled up in happiness.

"That’s wonderful, Executive Deputy Director-sama~."

Er Tong dragged out the last syllable, her eyes bewitching, nearly captivating the souls of everyone from the Massage Department.

"Ahem, alright, let’s change our designation after the appointment contract comes."

"Now, let’s focus on overcoming the challenges ahead."

Liu Tong coughed and said.

Only those who share the same rotten nature with Thirteen Orphans would be selected.

If the situation hadn’t been inappropriate, Liu Tong would have invited Er Tong to his private room for a drink on the spot.

"This way, please."

Er Tong elegantly turned and led the way.

"Follow closely, no one is allowed to stray, else I won’t let them off easily."

Liu Tong waved his hand mightily, leading the group to follow her.

"Esteemed senior, may I ask what your code name is?"

Liu Zheng discreetly nudged the person next to him.

"My name is Ren He."

The person with a face resembling a flounder turned and replied.

Ren He represents the simplest tile pattern in Fusang Mahjong, commonly known as a minimal hand.

"You are Ren He, and I am Ren He; that’s fate."

He spoke warmly.

"What fate? There are many who include ’Ren’ in their code names."

Seeing that Liu Tong made no move to scold them, Ren He started chatting with Liu Zheng.

As it was their first time on a major job, they were both quite nervous; chatting helped them relax a bit.

"Meeting is fate itself."

Liu Zheng shamelessly said.

"You really have a way with words, a bright future awaits you."

Ren He grinned broadly.

His mouth curled greatly, and combined with his nearly stuck-together eyes, it looked quite comical.

Of course, Liu Zheng still managed to control his facial muscles which nearly went berserk.

After all, he was a man who had delivered for Bloody Restaurant for seven whole days, his heart as cold as the kitchen’s freezer.

"Whether I have a bright future depends on the support of Director Liu Tong and all the seniors, doesn’t it?"

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