The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 628 - 460 Niu Ma: You are not allowed to mess with my wife!

Chapter 628: Chapter 460 Niu Ma: You are not allowed to mess with my wife!

"Hey big guy, where are you off to?"

As he got near the restaurant, Liu Zheng saw Niu Ma walking away and quickly called out to it.

"Of course, I’m off to have some fun at the black market; what else, delivering takeout?"

Niu Ma replied grumpily.

"Haha."

He couldn’t help but laugh at the takeout bag hanging from Niu Ma’s horn.

"Still got orders this late?"

"Isn’t it your fault? Before you came along, my nights were peaceful, sleeping straight till the day without waking up."

Niu Ma glanced at him angrily.

"Ah hahaha."

Liu Zheng chuckled awkwardly.

"Isn’t that the woman who ran off last time? You guys hooked up so quickly?"

Niu Ma remarked, glancing at the Yaksha in the passenger seat.

"Don’t make it sound so bad. We’re friends now; she’s just escorting me back."

He explained.

"Friends, huh."

Niu Ma couldn’t be bothered to make a snarky comment.

This kid is really something; no female can escape his grasp.

Absolutely not; he must never meet his wife.

"Alright, you don’t need to explain to me. I don’t want to know about your dirty dealings."

Niu Ma shook its head and then walked towards another street.

Its sturdy hooves slammed against the concrete, yet they made no sound.

The massive body, like a small mountain, had muscles rolling like a mudslide.

Yet its movements looked surprisingly light, almost ghostly.

"So, you two are pretty close?"

The Yaksha watched Niu Ma’s departing figure with a wary look.

"Of course, it’s my biological big boss."

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

"But it doesn’t seem to have a good attitude towards you, and you’re not that respectful to it either."

The Yaksha hinted.

"Respect doesn’t have to be on the surface, and attitude is not about what you say. You slave masters won’t understand the principles of a great man."

He waved a tentacle dismissively.

"I think it’s you short-lived species who don’t understand the wisdom of the immortal ones."

The Yaksha retorted.

"If the immortal ones were so wise, then more than half the staff at City Hall wouldn’t be humans."

"Living long doesn’t mean being smart, just like how a machine’s performance only worsens with age."

Liu Zheng shot back.

"Hmph."

The Yaksha didn’t care to argue further with him.

Of course, in Liu Zheng’s view, it was because he made such valid points that the Yaksha couldn’t refute him.

"Remember my number, human. I hope you contact me soon."

The Yaksha rattled off its number.

"You should remember mine too."

Liu Zheng gave his number as well.

"Hmph."

Without seeing the Yaksha move, she appeared several meters away in the next second.

"By the way."

Liu Zheng called after her.

"What else is there?"

The Yaksha turned back.

"Forget it, nothing, you can go."

He waved his hand.

Liu Zheng originally wanted to ask if she was willing to participate in the campaign against the Jordan family, but decided against it.

After all, the Jordan family once held a senator, deeply rooted, and might have ties with the Dark Elves.

Even if there weren’t connections, to gain the Jordan family’s support, the Yaksha might very well sell him out.

Obviously, the friendship of the Jordan family held greater value than that of a delivery man.

"Strangely ingenious."

The Yaksha extended her hand, and darkness gathered onto it, then covered her entire body.

Then, she vanished into the deep night.

"Damn, when will I ever learn such mysterious and cool skills?"

Liu Zheng said enviously.

Right now, all he could do was randomly swing and chop, or throw a bunch of items until they randomly exploded.

Maybe he hadn’t lost the edge in battle, but in terms of style points, he was far lacking.

But thinking about how Niu Ma walks on four legs too, he suddenly felt balanced again.

Back in the lounge, Liu Zheng first went and rolled around in Niu Ma’s pile of grass, then relaxed comfortably for a while. Seeing that there truly were no more orders, he sat back on his trusty little folding stool.

After continuous rushing and fighting, he was indeed exhausted in body and mind, so he couldn’t help but succumb to sleepiness once relaxed.

But he didn’t intend to fight it; after messily eating a few Dried Fish to recover some energy, he leaned against the wall and drifted into dreamland.

In his dream, Liu Zheng wiped out all the U-scratch lottery prizes, made Niu Ma kneel and sing ’Conquer’ to him, voluntarily offering up its grass pile and stepping down for him to become the honorary minister of the delivery department, while Liu Zheng himself became the real minister...

This dream lasted until the next morning, marking the ninth day Liu Zheng had been in the Metropolis.

"Hehehe."

He woke up with a smiling face, only to find Niu Ma’s big face and its two eager horns staring back at him.

"Morning, big guy."

He quickly replaced his smug smile with a fawning one.

"Did you sleep on my grass pile again yesterday?"

Niu Ma asked impassively.

"No, no, I was just keeping your seat warm since no one was on your pile."

Liu Zheng immediately denied.

"In the delivery department, there’s only the two of us; do you really need to save a seat?"

Niu Ma almost laughed from anger.

"But don’t we still have Ghost Hand? What if it sneaks in and sleeps on your throne? You can’t beat it, and getting angry for nothing isn’t good for your dragon body, right?"

He sounded as if he had Niu Ma’s best interests at heart.

"Bullshit, I can’t beat it? I’d let it have both its hooves, while I’d have one hand. Let’s have a big fight and see who’s the real boss of this lounge."