The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 603 - 447 Liu Zheng, I Want to Sleep with You_2

Chapter 603: Chapter 447 Liu Zheng, I Want to Sleep with You_2

He can’t possibly say he has no "later" — only "miss it and it’s gone," right?

"So what do you want? Head to the black market now?"

Niu Ma asked.

"Let’s go now. Who knows when the black market will open again, and even if it does, I might not have the time to go."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Damn it, ran deliveries for a whole day, and now in the middle of the night, I still have to tag along to the black market. What kind of karmic debt do I owe you? Are you some revenge-seeking relative of those delivery drivers from back then?"

Niu Ma grumbled.

"How many fathers do you expect me to have?"

He responded, speechless.

"Hmph, who knows? You humans are capable of anything."

"Alright, alright. Should I wait for you outside the delivery channel exit?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Got it, got it, seriously what a pain, Niu Ma."

Niu Ma cursed and hung up the phone.

"By the way, is humanity’s reputation really that bad?"

He looked toward Doctor Nile.

"Not bad, per se, you could say... free. Humans are the freest species, with the most possibilities. Many species can transform from humans, but very few can transform into humans."

"But possibility is ultimately only potential, and it’s not necessarily a good thing either."

Doctor Nile said no more, simply shaking his head.

"Got it. Thanks for your help today, Doctor."

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

Doctor Nile truly gave his all this time, contributing money and effort — as if he were a father.

"We once helped many and connected with many. But when Ra’s descendants faced disaster, none answered our call for aid, and some even coveted our bodies."

"In the end, the only one who helped me was a Niu Ma I used to dismiss."

"The Metropolis is a cold place, making those with warmth all the more precious."

"As long as you don’t betray us, Ra’s descendants will always have your back."

Doctor Nile placed his right hand on the Eye of Ra and gave a slight bow.

"Repay kindness with kindness; repay grievances with righteousness. As long as you’re still my friends, even if the whole Metropolis wants to consume you, I’ll raise a blade against them."

Liu Zheng lifted his Slaughter Knife, reflecting moonlight like blood.

"Me, me too!"

Niu Daji quickly followed up.

"What about us?"

Guo Koutangzi interjected.

"You too."

Liu Zheng answered, turning back.

"Then I swear on the heirloom treasure: The Jiwei Group, barring dire circumstances, will never use Ra’s descendants as ingredients, nor consume dishes made from the Ra Clan."

Guo Koutangzi raised a pot in declaration.

"Then the Jiwei Group shall also be friends to Ra’s descendants."

Doctor Nile stared at her for a moment, then proactively approached, extending his hand.

"The Jiwei Group will cherish this friendship."

Guo Koutangzi eagerly gripped his hand back.

"Good."

Liu Zheng nodded with satisfaction.

Eventually, he would leave the Metropolis, but as long as he ensured those who helped him lived well, his journey wouldn’t have been in vain.

After sending off Doctor Nile, Niu Daji, and the Jiwei Group, Liu Zheng returned to the French Plane Tree.

The French Plane Tree closed its eyes for a faux nap upon seeing him come back.

"You forgot a tree root."

Liu Zheng reminded.

"Huh?"

The French Plane Tree opened its eyes and quickly gathered up the overlooked root.

"What are you here for again, human thief? I’ve paid off the money; don’t think you can take any more of my collections."

It said warily.

"I don’t want your collections."

He shook his head.

"You better not want me either."

The French Plane Tree grew even more cautious.

"Though I can’t fathom humanity’s bizarre tastes, I have no interest in interspecies romance. Thanks. At least not now."

Liu Zheng spoke seriously.

"Then what do you want?"

"I just want a ’thank you.’"

He said.

"Why? I already paid you!"

The French Plane Tree yelled.

"I know. I just want a ’thank you.’ It’s not a transaction."

Liu Zheng nodded as he said.

"I could smash you into fertilizer with one smack, and you want me to thank you?"

The French Plane Tree sneered.

"You’re the stronger one, so you have the power to choose what you do. I’m weaker, but I still have the right to choose what I say."

He said calmly.

"I could evolve into a tree spirit and smack you to death."

The French Plane Tree raised its arm as it spoke.

"Feel free to try. But I should remind you, the Fisherman and Fire Mage are probably downstairs right now."

Liu Zheng said.

"You dare threaten me?"

The French Plane Tree’s wooden eyes widened.

"You’re the one threatening me first."

He said unmoved.

"You’d flip out with me for just a ’thank you’?"

The French Plane Tree looked at him like he was crazy.

"Every intelligent being has their irrational moments. Just like you — for the chance at freedom, you chose a nearly hopeless evolution path."

Liu Zheng said.

To become a Phoenix, you first have to devolve into a defenseless egg.

Even if successfully hatched, you’d need to smuggle yourself across borders to escape the Metropolis.

And even after escaping, the Five Virtues Cultivation awaits.

Without Liu Zheng’s help, the French Plane Tree wouldn’t make it past step one.

"But I haven’t chosen yet."

The French Plane Tree retorted.

"Now you can choose."

"If I thank you, what do I get?"

The French Plane Tree tested cautiously.

"Hmm... I’m actually quite desperate to pee right now."

"You lunatic human, I’ve got booze now; who the hell wants your piss."

The French Plane Tree cursed.

"Then you’ll get nothing."

He shrugged.

"Fine. Thank you. Happy now?"

The French Plane Tree muttered in a voice fainter than a mosquito’s hum.

Luckily, Liu Zheng’s ears could catch even the sound of a mosquito fetus moving (exaggeration).

"That’s fine. Here’s something for your drink; I’m off."

He grabbed a handful of dried fish and tossed it to the French Plane Tree before walking off casually.

"Just this much? Barely enough to fill the gaps in my teeth. Damn stingy humans."

The French Plane Tree flipped him off and stuffed the dried fish into its mouth.

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"I should head back; this trip has gone long enough."

Back at the restaurant, the Driver said to Liu Zheng.

"Alright. Thank you for your trouble this time."

He responded respectfully.

"It wasn’t any trouble; I got paid and got a show. Next time there’s good business like this, count me in."

The Driver said with a big grin.

How long had it been since he last saw an airstrike? Thirty years? A hundred?

"Next time for sure."

As the tank vanished from sight, Niu Ma emerged from the delivery channel.

"Did the Peacock order takeout again?"

Liu Zheng noticed his cracked horn and narrowed his gaze.

"No, why are you asking all of a sudden?"

Niu Ma asked, puzzled.

"Then what happened to your horn?"

He pointed at Niu Ma’s horn.

"Oh, delivered takeout to a Xiezhi, it said my horn wasn’t as pretty as theirs."

"Could I let that slide? Of course not, so we argued—next thing you know, they challenged me to a horn duel. How could I back down? Naturally, we faced off."

Niu Ma said, his interest clearly piqued.

"And you lost?"

"Lose? No way! I cracked their horn wide open, alright?"

Niu Ma shouted.

"Impressive, as expected of my big boss."

Liu Zheng gave a thumbs up using a tentacle.

"Hmph, as if I need your validation. Hand it over."

Niu Ma raised a hoof.

"Hand over what?"

"Don’t act dumb. Compensation, of course. You wouldn’t be having fun outside if I weren’t covering for you."

Niu Ma gritted his teeth.

"Fun? Those enjoyable things were all Doctor Nile and the others doing them; I’ve been nothing but suffering."

He protested.

"Whatever—I don’t care. Just admit you struck gold today."

"A little profit, just a little."

Liu Zheng laughed sheepishly.

"That settles it. Split it with me, or I’m heading back."

Niu Ma threatened.

"Fine, fine, here."

Liu Zheng handed over a wad of cash.

The French Plane Tree called him a thief, but Niu Ma was the real bandit.

"Not enough, add more."

Niu Ma wasn’t satisfied.

Liu Zheng could only hand over another wad of cash.

"Not enough, add more."

"Not enough, add more."

After adding money three times, Niu Ma finally contentedly retracted his hoof.

"You should’ve handed it over earlier; stop wasting time. Let’s go."

A man and a Niu Ma bathed in moonlight, heading toward the black market.

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