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Chapter 615 - 453 Seizing Liu Zheng’s Crime Tools_2

Chapter 615: Chapter 453 Seizing Liu Zheng’s Crime Tools_2

"Tendaros, pour some tea for the guest."

The Mini Person called out after he had settled into his seat.

"Awoo!"

A howl echoed from the other room.

Soon enough, Tendaros came running out with a cup of tea in its mouth.

"Awoo!"

It placed the teacup on the coffee table, then fixed its unwavering gaze on Liu Zheng.

"Thank you."

Liu Zheng picked up the cup with an impassive expression and downed the liquid in one gulp. Whether it was saliva or tea, he didn’t care to find out.

Almost immediately, a wave of weakness surged through his body.

Liu Zheng felt his breathing tighten and coughed a few times, only to hack up several chunks of decayed, decrepit tissue. It was unclear whether they were from his lungs or his stomach.

"Awoo!"

Tendaros let out an excited howl, clearly pleased with its prank.

"Tendaros, you can’t treat guests like this."

The Mini Person frowned as he reproached it.

"Whine..."

The chastised hound whimpered dejectedly.

"Apologize to the guest right now, or you can forget about going out to play this week."

The Mini Person said sternly.

"Whimper whimper whimper..."

The hound seemed even more depressed now.

Pressured by its owner, it rubbed its head against Liu Zheng’s pant leg a couple of times, then dipped its head in apology twice.

"It’s fine, it’s fine. Tendaros was just playing with me."

Liu Zheng said generously.

"Awoo!"

The hound barked proudly, as if it had gotten away with something.

"Alright, alright, go back inside and play now."

The Mini Person said with a faint sigh.

"Awoo~"

The hound brushed against Liu Zheng’s pant leg again, then bolted back to its room.

"Cough cough."

Liu Zheng was suddenly overwhelmed by smoke emanating from Tendaros and started coughing violently, spitting out another heap of meat chunks.

"I’m sorry. Tendaros just loves to play. I’ll make sure to properly discipline it later."

The Mini Person apologized.

"It’s alright. A bit of liveliness is a good thing."

Liu Zheng replied with effort.

"Seeing how reasonable you are, I’ll just lay it all out for you."

"City Hall contacted me. They said your habit of randomly throwing that mystery object, the molar stick, is too dangerous. But since you’re a Bloody Restaurant delivery person, they don’t want to forcibly confiscate it. So, they sent me to talk to you and see if you’d hand it over voluntarily."

The Mini Person explained.

If words couldn’t resolve it, there was always force.

After all, their relationship was merely that of a food delivery client and a courier. A little heated discussion was well within bounds.

Of course, the Mini Person preferred a peaceful resolution and had prepared a series of persuasive arguments and strategies.

But who would’ve thought that Liu Zheng would surrender it upfront, leaving the Mini Person feeling both pleasantly surprised and strangely unfulfilled?

It was like preparing several top-tier journal papers for a promotion to full professor, only to be informed of the promotion before even submitting them.

"I see. But I wouldn’t say I toss it around that randomly, would I?"

Liu Zheng tried to defend himself.

He only averaged one throw a day. Surely that wasn’t considered frequent?

No way, no way?

"Perhaps City Hall has its own considerations."

Out of respect for Liu Zheng’s compliance, the Mini Person refrained from calling him out.

"Will they confiscate the molar stick?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, you haven’t used it for any illegal activities. They have no authority to confiscate it."

The Mini Person shook his head.

Of course, this was also thanks to the fact that one of them worked for the Bloody Restaurant and the other was a registered scholar at City Hall. If it were anyone else, the Security Department would’ve seized it on the spot.

Then again, anyone capable of possessing a molar stick probably wasn’t an ordinary person to begin with.

"I’m not unreasonable. As compensation for taking back the molar stick, feel free to make one request of me."

The Mini Person offered.

As expected of someone on track to become a professor—his words were carefully calibrated.

"In that case, allow me to think it over."

Liu Zheng didn’t refuse the offer.

"Alright, take your time to think. I’ll read the newspaper in the meantime."

The Mini Person pulled a newspaper from the armrest of the sofa and sprawled out to read it.

Liu Zheng slouched back into the couch and began deliberating.

Since the other party was a scholar, he naturally considered academic or educational benefits first.

Knowledge was out of the question, though. First, he didn’t have an immediate need for it. Second, knowing too much in the Metropolis was rarely a good thing.

Education, on the other hand, presented several possibilities. The Vice Director Wang needed it, so did that woman from the Academic Residence, as well as his boss, Niu Ma.

But the woman’s wax-doll son was only in primary school, and Niu Ma’s child hadn’t even been born yet, so their priorities were low.

As for the Vice Director’s son, Liu Zheng wasn’t sure what grade he was in.

"Sorry, let me make a quick call."

He said.

"Go ahead."

The Mini Person waved him off without looking up from the paper.

Liu Zheng first called the Nightingale, but all he got was a series of abrupt tones, suggesting poor signal reception.

"Did the Fisherman hide her at the bottom of the river?"

He quipped.

Unable to reach the Nightingale, he tried calling Wang Manni instead.

The phone rang several times before it was finally picked up.

"Hello, is this Mr. Liu?"

Wang Manni’s slightly hoarse voice came through on the other end.

"It’s me. What’s wrong with your voice? Got a cold?"

Liu Zheng asked casually, feigning concern.

"No, no, it’s nothing. Maybe I haven’t been drinking enough water."

Wang Manni replied weakly.

"You’d have to have gone a whole year without water for it to sound like that."

He squinted skeptically.

With their supernatural constitution, even chugging a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid wouldn’t necessarily harm their voices.

"It’s just..."

"Manni, who are you talking to?"

Wang Manni’s response was cut off by a male voice in the background.

"Ah, Manager Ma, why did you come out?"

Wang Manni asked in a flustered tone.

"What’s the point of me staying inside if our leading lady isn’t there? Don’t forget, tonight’s party is specifically to celebrate your promotion."

Manager Ma said.

"Of course I haven’t forgotten. I’ll come back to join you all right after I finish this call."

"That won’t do. Vice Director Wang is still waiting to toast with you. You can’t possibly leave your superior holding a drink by himself, can you?"

"Besides, you’re a manager now. Time to upgrade your social circles. Cut off ties with friends who bring no value; otherwise, it’ll hurt your reputation."

"The attendees tonight include our company’s leaders and executives from other firms. Keeping them entertained is way more important than anything else. Don’t you agree?"

Manager Ma’s voice gradually faded.

"Manager Ma, please don’t act like this. There are so many people watching."

Wang Manni said uneasily.

"What are you afraid of? Everyone here’s seen it all before. Didn’t you used to let loose quite easily? Now that you’ve been promoted, why the sudden shyness?"

Manager Ma said indifferently.

"I’m still on the phone."

"So what? Letting your friend hear would make it even more thrilling."

Manager Ma snickered lecherously.

"He’s not into stuff like this."

Wang Manni shook her head.

"Then cut him off. No need to act all self-righteous. Anyway, come with me. Let me tell you, if tonight’s party goes well, your position as manager will be secure. Make everyone unhappy, and not even the Vice Director can save you. Got it?"

Manager Ma’s voice rose sharply.

"Got it. Just let me finish this call, and I’ll come back right away."

Wang Manni pleaded.

"Fine, fine. Hurry it up."

Manager Ma said impatiently.

"Phew~ Sorry, Mr. Liu, for keeping you waiting."

Wang Manni exhaled deeply, adjusted her tone, and addressed Liu Zheng.

"It’s fine. I’m not in a rush."

Liu Zheng said.

"Thank you for understanding. Calling so late—what urgent matter do you have?"

Wang Manni asked.

"Oh, just wanted to ask: what grade is your Vice Director’s son in right now?"

"He’s currently in the second year of high school. Why do you ask?"

Wang Manni replied.

"It’s for something, but I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know once it’s confirmed."

Liu Zheng said.

"Alright. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now."

Wang Manni said.

"Wait. So late at night, aren’t you going home to rest?"

"Oh, I’ve still got work to finish here. I probably won’t be going home tonight."

Wang Manni said.

"But do you *want* to go home?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It’s not about what I want or don’t want. Work is work—there’s no choice."

Wang Manni forced a bitter smile.

"I’m not asking if you *can*. "

He shook his head.

"I’m just asking, do you *want* to?"