The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 626 - 459: Blood Oath - Must it be blood from there?

Chapter 626: Chapter 459: Blood Oath - Must it be blood from there?

"You really are a persistent ghost, aren’t you?"

Liu Zheng leaned against the car door, sighing.

"You should be thanking me."

Yaksha emerged from the shadows.

"Thank you for what, watching my car?"

He retorted sarcastically.

"I have to admire your courage, human. Without power boosts or anyone to protect you, you still dare to provoke me."

Yaksha said.

"Just a normal chat. If you think that’s provocation, it only shows you don’t know how to chat."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

If he really wanted to provoke, Yaksha wouldn’t even have a chance to open his mouth before being red-hot.

"Insolent human, if this were Nagalonde, you’d have already been cut open and your entrails offered to the great Bloodhand Kane."

Yaksha said coldly.

"Too bad this isn’t Nagalonde, it’s the Metropolis. What sort of pantheon does your Bloodhand Kane belong to, has it been registered with the City Hall?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Of course, we’ve registered! Do you think the great Lord of War is some random wild god?"

Yaksha replied excitedly.

"Being a god and still needing to register with a mortal governance agency, quite the sight."

He said disdainfully.

"What do you know, lowly human. You have no idea what kind of presence the Metropolis is."

Yaksha screeched.

"Then why don’t you tell me?"

Liu Zheng looked as if he was all ears.

"Hmph, dream on. No way are you getting information from me for free."

Yaksha wasn’t taking the bait.

"Then can I pay for it?"

He took out a wad of cash.

"We don’t lack money, we lack sacrifices."

Yaksha sneered at this.

"Can’t money buy sacrifices? You guys should expand your business scope."

"Do you think expanding business scope is that easy? Just the current business has already sacrificed half of Du Luqi (a self-reference for dark elves)’s lives."

Yaksha’s expression was a bit pained.

Of course, it wasn’t for the loss of his compatriots.

As long as it was a death in battle, whether it was the enemy’s blood or their own, it was the ultimate sacrifice to the Lord of War.

But dark elves inherently had low fertility, and with all sorts of restrictions on their activities in the Metropolis, their population growth was even weaker.

This is why they yearn for high-quality sacrifices.

Because the war god they believe in favors dark elves as sacrifices.

Originally in Nagalonde, they would sacrifice civilians and slaves to Bloodhand Kane.

During festivals, even lower nobles could be offered as sacrifices.

But in the Metropolis, there aren’t enough dark elves to afford such consumption.

Though the class distinctions remain clear, at least the right to life of those lower-class dark elves is guaranteed.

With continuous intermarriage, the class barriers might be broken in a few years.

After all, this is the Metropolis, even the oracle of Bloodhand Kane would first need City Hall’s approval.

"It’s tough for everyone."

Liu Zheng said sympathetically.

"Human, when do you plan to fulfill your promise?"

Yaksha asked.

"What, you expect to get what was promised at noon done by tonight? Do you think I’m a wishing machine?"

"If I had that ability, I wouldn’t need to make deals with you; wouldn’t it be simpler to just wipe you out?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Hmph, you humans are a perfidious and lazy race, constant reminders are necessary so you don’t forget your promises."

Yaksha snorted coldly.

"Hey, you’ve got a bit of racial discrimination there."

Liu Zheng said discontentedly.

"Don’t lower collective behavior to a personal level, ask around, everyone knows I’m famous for keeping my word, Liu Zheng."

"That’s for friends, but we are not your friends."

Yaksha said.

"So you did your homework."

He glanced at Yaksha.

It seems the other party is really attentive to him. If he didn’t know the other party was just after his connections, he might’ve thought someone was after his body again.

"Not friends? Then let’s become friends. Don’t worry, I’m someone who never discriminates, I won’t look down on you just because you’re a slave trader."

Liu Zheng said.

"We are running a legitimate business, we pay taxes to the City Hall."

Yaksha frowned.

"Not the full amount, right? Given your business nature, let me guess..."

He thought for a few seconds before speaking slowly.

"Pretend slaves escape or die to falsely list costs."

"Conduct cash transactions privately to reduce bank flow and adjust sales revenue downward."

"..."

Liu Zheng listed potential tax evasion tactics dark elves might use.

His college major wasn’t great for employment, so to avoid becoming jobless, he obtained many not-too-difficult certificates, including an entry-level accounting certificate.

Of course, many of them weren’t actually put to use.

"So what if you know, you’re not from the Tax Department."

Yaksha was unconcerned.

"I’m not from the Tax Department, but I know people in the City Supervision Department and Security Department; isn’t a three-agency joint enforcement reasonable?"

"If you could get a three-agency joint enforcement, you wouldn’t be stuck here being confronted by me."

Yaksha looked at him disdainfully, like watching a boastful clown.

"Power doesn’t need to be mine, as long as it can be used. Have you seen the latest news?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Today, the Deep Sea Empire protested to the City Hall over the abduction of the mermaid Princess Kova and numerous mermaid citizens. The City Hall stated that the Metropolis has always maintained a neighborly and respectful relationship with the Deep Sea Empire..."

He recounted the contents of the newspaper.