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Chapter 612 - 452: The Hidden Function of the Honorary Owner Medal

Chapter 612: Chapter 452: The Hidden Function of the Honorary Owner Medal

Pop!

The movable panel on the door slammed down, and Ghost Hand leisurely crawled inside.

"Long time no see, huh?"

Liu Zheng waved a tentacle as a greeting.

Of course, it didn’t make any sound.

Ghost Hand waved back in acknowledgment and crawled toward Niu Ma.

"Hey, didn’t you complete the order?"

Niu Ma shouted at Liu Zheng, his face full of bafflement.

"I wouldn’t know."

Liu Zheng looked absolutely innocent.

However, when Ghost Hand reached Niu Ma, it didn’t hand over the takeout order as expected—instead, it grabbed the bottle of cooking wine.

"Damn, you’re trying to snatch my booze? No chance!"

Niu Ma took a bite of the bottle and swallowed it whole, glass and all.

Ghost Hand silently gave him the finger in disdain, then grabbed a piece of dried fish and fed it into the mouth hidden in its palm.

Niu Ma, unable to give the finger back and not wanting to curse, could only glare at him in impotent rage.

Liu Zheng, suppressing a laugh, pulled out a few more dried fish and waved his tentacle to Ghost Hand.

Seeing this, Ghost Hand immediately abandoned the dusty dried fish and headed over to him, dropping the takeout order it had been holding between its fingers.

Liu Zheng handed the dried fish to Ghost Hand and picked up the takeout order from the floor as a bonus.

"Dish: Brain Flower with Twin Peppers."

"Address: Jiahe New Residence District, Building 7, Room 1503."

"Time Limit: Thirty minutes."

"Why does this dish and address look so familiar?"

He stared at the order form thoughtfully before rummaging through the Legendary Takeout Box.

"Oh, found it."

Liu Zheng fished out an old order form.

He hadn’t thrown out the previous order forms, intending to keep them as souvenirs.

"Dish: Brain Flower with Garlic."

"Address: Jiahe New Residence District, Building 7, Room 1503."

"Time Limit: One hour."

"Ah, it’s that Mini Person."

The garlic had been swapped for twin peppers, and the time limit had been cut from one hour to thirty minutes; everything else was the same.

"Two forced deliveries in such a short span? This guy’s luck can’t be *that* bad, right?"

Liu Zheng looked at the two order forms and fell into deep contemplation.

Even without knowing the population statistics of Metropolis, at the very least the number had to be in the billions.

Even counting only the downtown area, the population still had to be in the tens of millions.

The odds of a Mini Person being forced to accept delivery twice in one week were lower than Liu Zheng scratching an instant lottery ticket and winning the grand prize—essentially, it was impossible.

Unless he had used some cursed item that attracts "horrible misfortune," the only explanation was that he had placed the orders voluntarily.

"Whatever this is, it’s targeted at me, huh? Late at night, and now you want to walk your dog or something?"

Liu Zheng looked puzzled.

"What, is there some get-rich-quick scheme hidden on that order form? You’ve been staring at it forever!"

Niu Ma quipped.

"No get-rich-quick scheme here—but a quick-die scheme? That seems likely."

Liu Zheng shook his head and replied.

"No kidding? In that case, I better go buy insurance for you right now and write myself as the beneficiary!"

Upon hearing this, Niu Ma was absolutely delighted.

"Buddy, isn’t it a rule that you can’t name someone as a beneficiary unless they’re immediate family?"

Liu Zheng replied dryly.

"Then you can just acknowledge me as your dad. Problem solved."

Niu Ma offered with enthusiasm.

"...Setting aside whether I’m willing, are you sure you want to use your precious legal status as leverage for that?"

Liu Zheng squinted at him.

"Good point. Alright, go die on your own—but invite me to the funeral feast, thanks."

Niu Ma thought it over and declared.

"Forget it. Just keep eating your dried fish."

Liu Zheng shrugged, stashing both order forms back into the Legendary Takeout Box.

Expecting Niu Ma to handle the takeout delivery was about as feasible as finding life on Mars. It was best to conserve his energy instead of wasting words.

When the soldier comes, you block; when the water floods, you dam. He had already survived plenty of big bosses—there was no way he’d fail against a small boss he had already beaten once, right?

"That can’t happen, right?"

Liu Zheng paused halfway through stepping out the door.

"Hey, boss, can I borrow that Memorial Medal for a moment?"

He asked Niu Ma.

"What for?"

Niu Ma asked cautiously.

"As insurance, obviously. If it doesn’t work, I’ll give it back to you."

Liu Zheng explained.

"And if it does work?"

"Then I’ll compensate you, no worries. My compensation will absolutely satisfy you."

He responded.

"What kind of compensation?"

Niu Ma probed.

"I can’t say just yet. If you’re worried, remember—even if I run, the Monk can’t run away from the temple; you think I’d really scam you?"

Liu Zheng assured him.

"Humph, you used to not dare scam me, but now? Who knows. If you used it and decided not to pay me back, you could go hide in the sewer. What am I supposed to do, climb down there to collect my debt?"

Niu Ma grumbled, but ultimately spat out the Memorial Medal.

"Thanks, boss."

Liu Zheng pocketed the medal and, after Ghost Hand exited the break room, stepped out as well.

Out of sheer curiosity, he opened the meal container for a peek.

There he saw two thick peppers—one green, one red—with their bases carved off. Between the seams connecting the peppers, purple-red brain matter was visible.

"Holy crap, so that’s what ’Twin Peppers’ means. Honestly, it’s kind of half-assed."

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but critique.

Moreover, this dish should actually be called "Stuffed Brain Flower," shouldn’t it? Typical Western chefs, so unprofessional when it comes to Chinese cuisine.

He placed the meal into the Legendary Takeout Box, where the green indicator light immediately lit up.

"Okay, the dish checks out."

He shouldered the Legendary Takeout Box and stepped into the delivery channel.

Even though it had only been a few days since his last proper delivery, he felt as though an eternity had passed.

Liu Zheng couldn’t tell whether the overwhelming number of events recently had caused this feeling or if Metropolis’s warped perception of time was to blame.

He placed his tentacle against the soft, dense walls, feeling a slight indentation under its tip.

"Want me to bring you anything to drink on my way back?"

Liu Zheng asked, struck by a spontaneous thought.

The delivery channel offered no response. Unperturbed, he continued speaking regardless.