The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 597 - 444 The Monk is Hard to Kill_2

Chapter 597: Chapter 444 The Monk is Hard to Kill_2

Liu Zheng squinted his eyes and said,

"By the way, is that person you know reliable?"

"Hard to say. We met while playing tabletop games, so we’re just casual friends."

Nightingale shook her head and replied.

"Alright then, let’s keep them as a backup for now. I’ll make a call."

Liu Zheng dialed Silver Wolf’s number.

"What’s up?"

Silver Wolf picked up instantly.

"So here’s the thing..."

He briefly explained the situation with Sea Girl.

"I want to stir up some trouble for those monks, but I don’t know which department to contact."

"The surface got damaged, right? Of course, you call the Sanitation Department."

Silver Wolf asked back.

"Makes sense, but can the Sanitation Department really handle those monks?"

Liu Zheng asked skeptically.

In the Metaverse, shouldn’t the Sanitation Department have no jurisdiction over this?

"They might not be able to handle it themselves, but someone else will. They’ll just request collaboration from other departments."

"Alright, but how should I notify the Sanitation Department?"

He asked.

"Did you leave any evidence behind?"

Silver Wolf asked.

"Probably not, right?"

"Hmm, even if you did, it doesn’t matter; you’re with the Bloody Restaurant. This isn’t something you need to worry about. I’ll notify the Sanitation Department myself."

Silver Wolf said.

"Got it. By the way, does this fall under the Security Department’s jurisdiction too?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"Kidnapping citizens? Of course, the Security Department has jurisdiction. But I don’t have connections there."

Silver Wolf replied.

"I’ll think of something else then."

Looks like Nightingale still needs to try contacting someone.

"Alright. Swing by my place when you’re free; I’ve got some quality meat recently, and my wife has a real way with cooking."

Silver Wolf said.

"It’s not human meat, is it?"

Liu Zheng half-joked.

"People with weaker backgrounds at City Hall usually avoid eating human meat, and even if they do, they wouldn’t eat it openly."

Silver Wolf replied.

"Why’s that?"

"Aren’t you yourself a member of the Human Brotherhood? You tell me why."

Silver Wolf said irritably.

"Ahahaha, right, I forgot."

That’s true. The majority of official employees at City Hall are humans. Offending one person isn’t a big deal, but offending the whole group? That’s unnecessary trouble.

With so many races in the Metropolis, humans wouldn’t even make the top of the ’must-eat list.’

After hanging up the call, Liu Zheng nodded to Nightingale.

"Go ahead and call your friend."

"Yes, Master."

Nightingale’s voice took on an obedient, delicate tone.

"Can you control that woman of yours? She’s really overdoing it today."

Liu Zheng said to Sea Girl in frustration.

"My household status isn’t as high as yours, so I can’t control her."

Sea Girl replied calmly.

"Since when is my status high? Wait, what household are we even talking about?"

He snapped back as he finally processed what was said.

While the two were bickering, Nightingale had already dialed the number.

"Long time no see, God of That One Draw."

She spoke to the person on the other end of the phone.

"What are you saying, Card Genius? Didn’t we play cards together just two weeks ago?"

The person, God of That One Draw, responded in confusion.

"Oh, right? Can’t help it—being around someone so exhausting has completely messed up my sense of time."

Nightingale glanced sidelong at Liu Zheng, who rolled his eyes in response.

"Weren’t you with that host? What’s this, a new person? If that’s the case, I might just go after her."

God of That One Draw said excitedly.

"No, just added another one. The three of us are together now, and life’s pretty good."

Nightingale said this with a straight face.

"Can you add one more? I’m really good at making life enjoyable."

God of That One Draw pressed on.

"Give it a rest. With how disheveled you are, if you weren’t a Fire Elf hybrid, who knows how filthy you’d be."

"Besides, triangles are the most stable shape. A parallelogram is too prone to deformation."

Nightingale quipped.

"Hey, hey, did you call me late at night just to roast me? If that’s the case, I’m hanging up."

God of That One Draw protested.

"Haha, let’s get serious. I need a favor."

Nightingale said.

"What kind of favor? Let me tell you, if it’s anything illegal, I’m not doing it—unless you or that host spend the night with me."

God of That One Draw said.

"Sure, not just one night—I’ll punch you a hundred times too."

Nightingale agreed readily.

"Hey, hey! That’s not what I meant by ’spend the night!’ Damn, you’re such a word-twisting woman!"

God of That One Draw shouted.

"You brought this on yourself. Speaking of which, you’re not short on cash—why not go out and have some fun? Even those underground establishments would welcome someone like you, a Security Department deputy."

Nightingale asked.

"No way. My pure and beautiful body cannot be tarnished by such dirty arrangements."

God of That One Draw refused decisively.

"But forcing friends into that kind of situation as a favor isn’t dirty?"

Nightingale retorted.

"That’s different! I know you’re already drawn to my wit and brilliance but are just waiting for me to take decisive action and conquer you. We have an emotional foundation."

God of That One Draw stated confidently.

"...Maybe let’s just forget this whole idea."

Nightingale turned to Liu Zheng.

"Hold on. Just endure it a bit longer—for Sea Girl’s sake."

Liu Zheng consoled her.

"Alright, God of That One Draw, stop acting up. Do me a favor, and you can randomly pick a card from my limited edition collection."

Nightingale gritted her teeth and said.

"Tell me what it is first."

God of That One Draw cautiously asked.

"I have a case to report."

Nightingale concisely explained the situation.

"Oh, this? I want two cards."

God of That One Draw haggled instantly.

"...Deal."

After struggling for a moment, Nightingale reluctantly agreed.

Once the call ended, her face was full of regret.

"Come on, it’s not a big deal. You can just buy them back later."

Liu Zheng tried to console her.

"You don’t get it. Many of the cards in my limited-edition deck are championship winners—they’re irreplaceable."

For once, Nightingale raised her voice in frustration.

"Then why not use the championship cards instead?"

"No way! That would shame my pride as a card enthusiast."

Nightingale flatly rejected the idea.

"Alright then."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

Although he had played many tabletop games, for him, it was nothing more than casual entertainment—he didn’t get attached.

"Doesn’t matter. If worst comes to worst, I’ll challenge him to a few death matches and win my cards back."

Nightingale said fiercely.

"Good luck with that."

Liu Zheng casually said and then made a call to the security office.

"Hello? What happened?"

The voice on the other end wasn’t the old security guard’s.

"I’m the delivery guy from Bloody Restaurant. Where’s the old guard?"

He frowned and asked.

"Oh, it’s you. Old Dou got sent to the clinic."

"And you are?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I’m Zhen Youquan, the property manager."

The voice on the other end replied.

"Ah, Mr. Zhen! A pleasure to meet you. How badly is Brother Dou injured? What’s the status of everyone else?"

"His physical injuries aren’t severe, but his mind is a bit unstable. Two others died on duty, four are seriously injured, and let’s not count the minor injuries—pretty much everyone’s hurt."

Mr. Zhen reported.

"The team’s worked hard. Mr. Zhen, I’ll cover all medical expenses to ensure they’re treated properly. As for the two deceased brothers, I’ll personally cover their funeral costs and compensation."

"I’ll make sure to buy them two good plots in the cemetery."

He said sincerely.

"No need for you to worry. This drill turned out great—it uncovered many issues, and both the company and clients are satisfied. All expenses will be reimbursed."

"But you really should take care of Old Dou’s case. The company doesn’t have the budget to support a mentally ill staff member."

Mr. Zhen added.

"Understood. Where is he now?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"At the ’Come Again’ Clinic..."

Mr. Zhen provided an address.

"Alright, I’ll visit him when I’m done with things here."

He hung up and let out a sigh.

One fart in the sewer could wipe out countless communities.

The old guard had merely given him a tip-off, yet now faced the risk of being labeled insane.

His family likely couldn’t afford the costs of a mental institution, and the property company clearly wasn’t going to pay—his fate was predictable.

"Even gods can’t save everyone. You’ve done enough."

To his surprise, the first to console him was Sea Girl.

Liu Zheng looked at her in astonishment, and she turned her face away awkwardly.