The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 537: Then prevent the audit, change it immediately_2

Chapter 537: Then prevent the audit, change it immediately_2

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"I can only give it a shot, don’t get your hopes up."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

When it came to dealing with enemies, he had a hundred tricks up his sleeve.

To achieve his goals, he wasn’t above doing the most shameless things.

But when it came to dealing with friends, Liu Zheng was really at a loss.

He couldn’t exactly knock Sea Girl out and stuff her into the sewer, could he?

Hmm, maybe that wasn’t entirely out of the question...

"Did you think of something?"

The Fisherman looked at him thoughtfully, asking with delight.

"I did think of something, but it’ll require Nightingale’s cooperation."

Liu Zheng said.

"That Huang Mao? What right does she have to meddle in our family’s affairs?"

The Fisherman said unhappily.

"Huh?"

Sha Jiang, who had been snacking, perked up his ears.

The Fisherman’s words definitely carried some weight.

"Those two are inseparable all day. If I don’t get Nightingale on board first, how can I make a move later?"

Liu Zheng shot back irritably.

At this point, he’d used up almost all his trump cards. In a real fight, he wasn’t confident he could beat Nightingale.

Besides, even if he could beat her, there was really no reason to fight.

"... Just this once, don’t do it again."

The Fisherman said, suppressing the resentment in his heart.

"Whether it works this time depends on whether she’s willing to cooperate. And there’s another issue."

Liu Zheng added.

"What issue?"

"Sea Girl works at the ’Red Witch’ Board Game Café. If she skips work and vanishes, what’s her boss going to do?"

"I thought it was some big problem—if her boss has the guts, let her come to the sewer to find me."

The Fisherman scoffed.

On the surface, he couldn’t beat the Red Witch. But in the sewer? He’d snap her Flying Broom in half just for fun.

"She wouldn’t have the guts to come for you, but she might come for me. I’ve still got her mark on me."

Liu Zheng exposed the inverted pentagram on his tentacle.

He wasn’t sure what the mark was for. The Red Witch hadn’t used it for anything yet, but it definitely wasn’t just a decoration.

"Can you help me remove this thing?"

He asked.

"Hmm..."

The Fisherman stared at it for a while, silent.

His powers were based on developing his racial abilities, but when it came to mysterious tricks like this, he was at a loss.

"Alright, let me talk to Nightingale first. If she’s willing to cooperate, then we’ll deal with the rest."

Liu Zheng said, stowing his tentacle away.

"She’s my only daughter. If something happens to her, I won’t have any reason to live."

The Fisherman said gravely.

"It won’t come to that. She’s just become a monk, not died. You can always figure out a way to bring her back to the secular world."

"I don’t know where you got your impression of monks, but the ones in the Metropolis aren’t so easy to deal with."

The Fisherman shot him a glance.

"It’s easy to become a monk, but leaving the monastery is another story altogether. Even if they agree to release her, she won’t be the same person anymore—more like something else entirely."

The Fisherman said with a cold tone.

"You can catch a thief a thousand days, but you can’t guard against them a thousand days. Even if I bring Sea Girl into the sewer, she can’t hide there forever."

The sewer isn’t even as good as the cemetery—at least in the cemetery, there are plenty of neighbors. Sure, the graveyard meal packages are a bit eerie, but at least they’re real food.

In the sewer, all you have is fish if you want protein and feces if you want greens. Forget Sea Girl, who’s young and beautiful—even Liu Zheng wouldn’t last there.

Don’t be fooled by how well the Fisherman raises fish down there. It’s not that he couldn’t raise fish in a pond on the surface—it’s just that he couldn’t go up there.

"Let’s get through this period first. Those baldies only came for me once and haven’t shown up again. I suspect they might have some time constraints."

The Fisherman guessed.

"Let’s hope so. Alright, I’m off."

Liu Zheng turned around.

"Wait a moment."

The Fisherman called out.

Liu Zheng turned back and saw the Fisherman’s sparse hairline.

"I’m begging you, please take this seriously."

The Fisherman hunched over, his tone pleading.

"I always give my all for friends."

Liu Zheng stretched out a tentacle and patted the Fisherman’s shoulder before turning to leave.

"Wait a moment."

This time, it was Sha Jiang who called out to him.

"Brother Sha, what’s the matter?"

Liu Zheng asked helplessly.

Thank goodness it was just two people—if it had been hundreds, his head would’ve exploded from all the interruptions.

"Bro, the fish is grilled! Take it with you to eat on the way."

Sha Jiang held up a grilled fish with a grin.

"Thanks, Brother Sha."

Liu Zheng accepted the fish and finally walked away again.

This time, no one stopped him.

"Man, I envy you, bro."

Sha Jiang said to the Fisherman.

"Envy me for what?"

The Fisherman asked absentmindedly.

His head was still full of thoughts about those monks.