The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 571 - 431 Red Ghost: Let me see what you’re capable of, Liu Zheng_2

Chapter 571: Chapter 431 Red Ghost: Let me see what you’re capable of, Liu Zheng_2

The Red Ghost floated forward.

"Uncle Electrician!"

Donia and the other children excitedly rushed over.

"Let me see, has little Donia grown taller?"

Liu Zheng lifted little Donia up, smoothing out her wrinkled scalp as he did.

"Hmm hmm, I’ve grown this much taller!"

Donia earnestly gestured with her small hands.

"Liar, she hasn’t grown at all."

Paul exposed her little lie.

"Paul! I’m talking to Uncle Electrician, why are you interrupting? That’s so rude!"

Donia said angrily.

"Teacher said lying is wrong."

Paul retorted, sticking out his neck stubbornly.

"I’m not lying, you didn’t measure, how do you know I haven’t grown taller?"

Donia said defiantly.

"We’re not the living, the dead don’t grow taller."

Paul insisted stubbornly.

"You, you’re driving me crazy. I’m never playing with you again."

Unable to refute, Donia huffed angrily.

"Paul’s wrong, even the dead can grow taller."

Liu Zheng interjected into the debate between the two children.

"Really, Uncle Electrician?"

Donia asked excitedly.

Paul, however, gave a skeptical look.

"Really, I have a vampire friend—she used to be this tall. After getting injured, she became only this tall."

He first gestured to Vampire Sister’s original height, then her current height.

"That’s shrinking, not growing taller."

Paul protested indignantly.

"Yeah, but after she healed, she grew taller again!"

Liu Zheng replied as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Uh..."

Paul felt something was off but couldn’t articulate why.

"Yay, stupid Paul got refuted by Uncle Electrician."

Donia exclaimed happily, then planted a kiss on Liu Zheng’s cheek.

Her pale little mouth carried a faint corpse stench, but Liu Zheng didn’t show any unusual reaction.

The Red Ghost quietly watched the little farce unfold, his mouth curving into a stiff but resolute smile.

"Did you bring milk?"

He asked.

"No, but I brought something even better."

Liu Zheng announced proudly.

"Excellent. Kids, get ready. Uncle Electrician has brought you gifts again."

The Red Ghost clapped his hands.

"Hurray~"

The kids cheered happily, rushing to their seats.

"Ta-da! Guess what I brought for you?"

Liu Zheng took out bottles of Hell’s honey-infused milk.

"It’s yogurt!"

Donia was the first to shout.

The children all showed looks of delight, even the Red Ghost’s eyes shimmered with a hint of eagerness.

To them, yogurt was simultaneously a staple, a side dish, a condiment, and dessert.

To sum it up in one phrase: yogurt was everything, everything could be yogurt.

"You can’t drink it directly; it has to be mixed with water first."

Liu Zheng reminded them.

"Paul, take Zhukov, Konev, and Yegorov to the warehouse to mix water."

The Red Ghost ordered.

"Okay, Teacher."

Paul promptly gathered a small group of kids and cautiously carried the yogurt bottles to the warehouse.

Soon, each of them came out carrying a water bucket.

The rich sweetness of honey combined with the tangy fermented scent of yogurt filled the classroom, intoxicating both the children and the Red Ghost.

"Goodness, this stuff hits hard—this yogurt or narcotics?"

Liu Zheng smacked his lips.

"Kids, take out your cups and sit nicely."

The Red Ghost, first to collect himself, said.

"Okay~"

The shelter’s children were surprisingly obedient—more so than professional soldiers in many real-world nations.

"Distribute the yogurt to the kids."

The Red Ghost instructed Liu Zheng.

"I’m just an outsider, isn’t it inappropriate?"

Liu Zheng responded, a bit self-conscious.

"To the kids, you’ve long ceased to be an outsider."

The Red Ghost shook his head.

"Alright then."

Liu Zheng relented and began wandering the classroom with the iron bucket.

The children held their enamel cups aloft, their faces filled with anticipation as Liu Zheng poured their cups full.

"Why don’t you have a cup?"

After finishing with the children, Liu Zheng turned to the Red Ghost.

"I don’t need one. It’s enough for the kids to drink."

The Red Ghost shook his head.

"Don’t worry, I brought plenty this time. Have one, won’t you?"

"Hmm... maybe not."

The Red Ghost hesitated.

"Come on, have a drink. See, if you don’t drink, the kids will feel too shy to enjoy theirs."

Liu Zheng applied a little moral persuasion.

"Yeah, Teacher, drink with us."

Paul chimed in, backing him up.

"Teacher, drink with us."

The other kids joined in too.

"Alright, but I don’t have a cup."

The Red Ghost finally relented.

"No problem—use this as a makeshift cup."

Liu Zheng poured a cup using an emptied yogurt bottle and handed it to him.

"Наздоровье!"

The Red Ghost raised his yogurt bottle and shouted.

"Наздоровье!"

The children echoed with youthful voices.

The shelter’s members all drank their yogurt together, smiles lighting up their faces.

"Is it really that good?"

Liu Zheng glanced at the dregs in the bucket, tempted.

But after some consideration, he decided against it, since it was something meant for the dead.

"Thank you, Liu Zheng."

As the kids took small sips of yogurt, the Red Ghost quickly finished his drink and thanked him.

"It was a promise. And seeing them so happy makes me happy too."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Ever since you arrived, the kids are definitely happier."

The Red Ghost nodded.

"Can’t help it—I’m just a sunshine-filled, cheerful guy spreading laughs and love."

He slicked back his seaweed-like hair, feigning a cool, suave demeanor.

"Hmm, definitely comedic."

The Red Ghost affirmed.

"Why do I feel like you’re mocking me?"

Liu Zheng asked suspiciously.

"Follow me."

Without explaining, the Red Ghost headed toward the warehouse.

"Tch."

Liu Zheng clicked his tongue and followed behind.

Arriving at the warehouse, the Red Ghost rummaged through piles of junk and pulled out an old, tattered gray wool coat.

"Stand here."

He pointed to a spot in front of him, where a chalk circle marked the floor.

"Oh, alright."

Liu Zheng complied and stepped into the circle.

"I promised you—if you brought milk, I’d let you beat me up."

The Red Ghost spoke as he draped the gray coat over himself.

In the next instant, a haggard, unkempt middle-aged man appeared before Liu Zheng.

He looked extremely gaunt, his cheekbones protruding, and his deep-set eyes were bloodshot, his face completely weary.

"Now, you can start."

He pointed at a camera set up in the corner.

"You won’t fight back, will you?"

Liu Zheng asked warily.

The Red Ghost definitely wouldn’t kill him, but giving him a tough time was still within the realm of possibility.

"I’ll fight back, obviously. Otherwise, it’d be too fake. But my physical strength is now weaker than yours, and I no longer have any extraordinary abilities. Surely, you don’t lack confidence for this?"

The Red Ghost teased him.

"Not at all."

Liu Zheng said matter-of-factly.

After all, pummeling a sewer big shot, even in his mortal state, was well within his capabilities.

"So, how do you want to play it?"

The Red Ghost asked, puzzled.

"Tie one of your hands behind your back."

Liu Zheng shamelessly demanded.

"Aren’t you worried the sewer might figure it out?"

"It just wants to see you get beaten up—how you get beaten shouldn’t matter. Plus, I have connections in the sewer. It’s fine."

He explained.

This made sense: if the sewer had any brains, it would know Liu Zheng couldn’t possibly defeat the Red Ghost, necessitating some faking.

If the sewer was brainless, it wouldn’t realize Liu Zheng and the Red Ghost were faking.

If all else failed, the cunning sewer Will would clean up the mess.

"Alright, as you wish. But remember—you only get this one chance."

The Red Ghost said as he tore off his sleeve along with his left arm and flung it to the ground.

"Come on, Liu Zheng. Show me whether your fists are as powerful as your words."

He beckoned to Liu Zheng with his remaining hand.

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