The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 550 - 421: Niu Ma’s Real Father?

Chapter 550: Chapter 421: Niu Ma’s Real Father?

"Uh, is it really okay to just drag it along like this?"

Liu Zheng asked, looking at the bumping and scraping drawers.

"It’s fine, meow. As long as you don’t drag it out of the restaurant, it’s all good, meow!"

San Huamao replied.

"I mean, won’t it get damaged?"

"Nope, meow. These drawers are super sturdy, meow. I often use them to sharpen my claws, meow."

San Huamao seriously explained.

"Hmm... just make sure to wash your claws afterwards."

What else could he say but remind San Huamao to pay attention to hygiene?

"Got it, meow. We’re here, meow."

San Huamao led him to a row of cabinets.

"Tell me which one you want. Don’t touch them yourself, okay? Anyone who touches the cabinets without permission will end up super unlucky, meow."

It warned.

"Well, can I ask you to pull out each one for me to check?"

Liu Zheng cautiously asked.

"Nope, you can only draw a blind box, meow."

San Huamao shook its head.

"Then is there some trick to drawing a blind box?"

Taking advantage of his friendly relationship with San Huamao, he thickened his skin and inquired.

"What’s a trick, meow?"

San Huamao blinked its eyes and looked at him.

"Well, it’s like—how can I draw something good?"

Liu Zheng had to explain more directly.

"I dunno, meow."

San Huamao regretfully admitted.

"Come on, think about it. If you figure it out, I’ll let you play with something fun."

He coaxed.

"Really?"

San Huamao asked in surprise.

"Of course! When have I ever lied to you?"

Liu Zheng took the chance to ruffle the little kitten’s head.

"Alright, let me think, paw~"

San Huamao crouched on the floor, displaying a look of wisdom.

Moments later, it happily leaped up.

"I remembered, meow! The boss stayed the longest in front of this cabinet, meow."

It pointed to cabinet number 6385.

"Thanks, Salmon, you’re indeed the smartest and most amazing little kitten!"

Liu Zheng praised, patting San Huamao’s head.

"Hehe, of course! My owner says the same thing, meow."

San Huamao said proudly.

The face that had quietly peeked out earlier now withdrew in satisfaction.

"Liu Zheng, where’s the fun thing?"

San Huamao couldn’t wait to ask.

"I’ll tell you about that later, but let’s focus on getting the item first."

"Alright then, meow."

San Huamao obediently replied.

"Please open up this cabinet for me."

He said.

"Okay."

San Huamao hooked the pull ring and slid the drawer out.

Judging by the effort shown on its face, the items in this drawer were incredibly heavy.

And when the drawer crashed onto the floor, the massive thud confirmed Liu Zheng’s guess.

"This is..."

His pupils constricted as he finally saw the contents of the drawer.

It was an extremely muscular Champion Bull’s corpse, its size towering even taller than a typical bullhorse. Its body was riddled with various scars, its horns torn straight off, leaving behind two bloody cavities.

Yet, the face bore no trace of pain. Even though its round-open eyes had lost all their sparkle, one could still discern the rage that burned fiercely when it was alive.

"You actually got your hands on it."

White Feather Chicken had, at some point, appeared behind Liu Zheng.

"Boss chef, what is this?"

"This is a Champion Bull, which won several Bullfighting Arena championships. Rumor has it that it didn’t originate from a professional facility but was raised at some farm."

White Feather Chicken explained.

"Could it be...?"

"That’s right. I investigated and found out it’s from Farm 103."

White Feather Chicken nodded.

"Then what’s the connection between this Champion Bull and my big boss?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I don’t know. I didn’t have time to dig that deep. But when genetic mutations happen once, it’s science; when they happen again, it’s superstition."

White Feather Chicken shook its head.

"Are you saying the big boss might be the descendant of this Champion Bull?"

He pondered aloud.

"I can only say it’s highly likely. Whether it’s its dumbass dad, granddad, or some messy relative, that’s harder to determine."

"And have you kept it all this time just to eventually hand it to my big boss?"

He continued.

"Heh, it’s not that privileged. It’s just that no one ever ordered this dish, so it’s stayed here until now."

"And lately, you’ve been supplying ingredients frequently. With a major stock purchase coming up, the freezer must be cleared, so I decided to give you a shot."

"If you don’t want it, I’ll give you a chance to pick another."

White Feather Chicken said, sneering.

"No need. I think this is perfect."

Liu Zheng replied without hesitation.

"Indeed, it’s perfect—especially for a frail human like you. Cluck-cluck-cluck!"

White Feather Chicken let out a bizarre laugh, then sauntered off.

"Your boss can laugh like that?"

The sinister chuckle left Liu Zheng feeling goosebumps.

"It’s my first time hearing it too, meow. So scary, meow."

San Huamao trembled in fear.

Liu Zheng tentatively touched the Champion Bull’s corpse, its texture firm yet slightly elastic.

One could easily imagine the sheer explosive strength of such battle-hardened muscle.

"Name: Champion Bull’s Corpse"

"Type: Miscellaneous"

"Quality: Perfect"

"Effects: None"

"Notes: Contains immense strength and is a rare ingredient only elite chefs can unleash its true potential."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

The sudden appearance of the item description left Liu Zheng astonished.

Another Perfect-quality item! Judging from the notes, the quality might even be upgraded further.

A food ingredient brimming with immense strength—it sounded like a dish made from it could enhance personal attributes.

With the ingredient already being of Perfect quality, he couldn’t even imagine the potency of its finished product.

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