The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 503 - 398 Liu Zheng: Who isn’t confused after watching me?

Chapter 503: Chapter 398 Liu Zheng: Who isn’t confused after watching me?

The spacious and bright room was lit like daylight.

A dozen handsome men and beautiful women were sitting together, making the atmosphere even hotter and more enchanting.

However, the faces of these normally cheerful people were now devoid of any smiles, only silence prevailed.

It was said that the employees of the Servicing Department were fragile vases.

Only today did they truly understand the weight of those words.

The intermittent screams from outside sent chills down the spine of the Servicing Department’s staff.

The distorted moans interspersed with the screams made their skin crawl even more.

Normally, while waiting, the employees of the Servicing Department would chat and share the latest gossip they’d heard.

However, today they had no inclination to chat.

Because chatting was meant to relieve stress, and their current stress was beyond relief.

"Swoosh!"

The paper door was suddenly pulled open.

A tall woman entered, wearing the same uniform as everyone else, but hers was blood red.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that it was not the color of the garment, but actual blood.

There was so much blood that it dripped down like a jam-covered biscuit.

In the bright red blood, there were also murky white stains mixed in.

"Deputy Director."

Upon seeing her enter, everyone quickly stood up to greet her.

The roster for the Servicing Department usually changes daily and is arranged on the spot according to the situation, and what kind of guests they receive is all down to luck.

But those above Deputy Director already hold the power to change the roster, and to say they manipulate life and death is not an exaggeration.

Thus, even in such circumstances, the employees of the Servicing Department still had to maintain their respect for her, or else they wouldn’t survive tomorrow, even if they survived today.

"The fifth batch is over, any volunteers?"

The Deputy Director nodded and got straight to the point.

Her response, naturally, was dead silence.

"Alright, then it’s the usual procedure, drawing lots."

She pulled out a green toy from her uniform.

The green shell, a large mouth with lips, inside were two rows of teeth—sharp on top, flat on the bottom.

Paired with two large nostrils and a pair of small eyes, it looked three parts like a crocodile, and seven parts like a frog.

This was a biting toy; pressing one of the bottom teeth would randomly cause the top teeth to snap down.

And the person bitten had to serve Guna.

"Who will start?"

The Deputy Director asked.

Upon her words, the already quiet room fell into deeper silence.

With their superhuman hearing, they could all hear one another’s heartbeats.

Since there are fewer trap teeth inside the biting toy than normal teeth, the first to press actually statistically has an advantage.

But when facing a life and death choice, few could maintain calm thinking.

Of course, it could also be that their math skills were somewhat lacking.

"No one? Then I’ll call names."

The Deputy Director also guessed this outcome and directly pointed her finger at the first person on the left.

"You go first."

Her tone showed no fluctuation, as if she was a ghost envoy naming names for King Yan.

The male waiter pointed out stood up, his face ashen, internally regretting why he had sat in the first position.

Yet each naming session had a different method, so this regret was meaningless, just subconscious.

The male waiter walked up to the Deputy Director and reached his hand into the mouth of the biting toy.

His fingers touched each tooth, hesitating to make a decision.

"Hurry up, don’t waste time. I’ll count to three, and if you don’t press, I’ll press for you," the Deputy Director urged.

"No need to trouble the Deputy Director then."

Hearing this, the male waiter gritted his teeth and pressed one down without waiting for her to count.

"Click!"

The small crocodile looked at him with bulging eyes, and nothing happened.

"Hahaha!"

The male waiter let out a crazed laugh, suavely turning back to his seat.

"Next."

The Deputy Director did not mind his rude behavior and continued indifferently.

The second waitress from the left stood up on her own and walked up to her.

Perhaps the previous male waitress’s luck had given her courage; she quickly chose a tooth and pressed it down.

Without any warning, the green plastic toy suddenly transformed into a plump small crocodile.

Despite its big head and short limbs making it look quite ridiculous, the waitress had no mood to laugh, her face full of terror instead.

The small crocodile opened its large mouth, revealing sharp teeth as deadly as blades.

"Crunch~"

The jaws closed, effortlessly biting through the waitress’s finger.

Then, its dark yellow eyes flashed fiercely, its short legs gearing up to "Death Spin."

"Enough."

The Deputy Director reached out and grabbed the crocodile’s upper jaw, the sharp teeth that had easily bitten through the waitress’s finger couldn’t even scratch her outer skin.

Then, she pinched the crocodile’s nostrils, and the small crocodile sneezed depressingly, turning back into a plastic toy.

"Go on."

The Deputy Director helped the waitress pull out her finger, speaking expressionlessly.

The waitress’s face was ashen, her eyes filled with despair and resentment.

But ultimately, she said nothing, adjusted her clothes and headdress, checked her makeup using Jing Zi, and then walked towards the doorway.

By the time she walked out the door, her face was adorned with a radiant smile.

"Next."

The Deputy Director continued calling names.

One after another, the waiters stood up, some returning with genuine smiles, others leaving with standard smiles.

Soon, only half of the teeth remained in the crocodile’s mouth.