The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 634 - 463: Devil Fruit?

Chapter 634: Chapter 463: Devil Fruit?

"It’s not peaceful..."

Liu Zheng thought of Niu Ma, who was called to a meeting. Could there be a connection between these two?

It feels like since he came, the whole Metropolis has become lively.

Not sure if it’s because he’s self-conscious or if it’s the catfish effect of the players.

But for a city the size of Metropolis, one or two players shouldn’t make that much of a splash.

Shaking his head, Liu Zheng started the vehicle and moved forward.

JJ577 said something to the white shirt next to him, then waved his hand, and the crowd of green vests retreated to both sides of the street, making way.

"Thank you for your hard work, leaders."

He stuck his head out of the car window to greet them, feeling a bit regretful inside.

If he had known this would happen, he would have gone to Unlucky Coffee in advance to buy some drinks and desserts.

If he had handed them out in one swoop, it would have been a killer move.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t.

From far away, Liu Zheng saw the man in the white shirt nod.

Along the way, he encountered two more checkpoints, but they weren’t as imposing as the previous one.

After reporting the name JJ577 plus handing over some cash, he passed through without incident.

Originally, he wasn’t carrying anything illegal; the most contraband item was probably himself.

Smoothly reaching the entrance of Worker New City, Liu Zheng turned his head to look around and finally found the "Busy Hours" fruit store Niu Ma mentioned.

The shop looked like any regular large fruit store, and he glanced inside to see it also sold snacks and toys.

Eyeballing it, there were four staff members, all wearing red and white uniforms and hats, with a burning pineapple logo on the hats.

Another staff member sat behind the checkout counter, dressed in a yellow uniform and a yellow hat, likely the store manager.

Liu Zheng took a look at the fruit store’s sign, which also had a burning pineapple logo, suggesting this must be a chain store.

He parked his car in the store’s parking space and then walked in.

"Welcome to the ’Busy Hours’ fruit store, may I help you with some fruits?"

A staff member approached.

Liu Zheng glanced at them noticing they were wearing a headpiece made from fruit skin, specifically a durian.

To be honest, his tolerance for stinky foods is quite high; he can handle stinky tofu, stinky mandarin fish, snail rice noodles, and natto.

But the durian’s stench is truly unbearable for him, just smelling it makes him nauseous.

Once, a female colleague drank a cup of concentrated durian juice and then patted Liu Zheng on the back.

When he turned around, he almost fainted from the breath the female colleague exhaled.

Of course, the female colleague didn’t have it any better, as she later enjoyed a vengeful level of massage.

"Do you have any fruit suitable for motherly livestock?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Which kind of livestock in particular? Metropolis’s definition of livestock is quite broad, for example, humans are a kind of livestock."

The durian head smiled.

"Are you mocking me?"

He looked at the person and said.

"Of course not, I’m just stating a fact. If I have offended you, sir, I apologize."

The durian head continued to smile as he spoke.

"Then apologize."

Liu Zheng crossed his four arms, expressionless.

"Alright, I’m sorry for offending you."

The durian head said emotionlessly.

"Is this the apology attitude of your ’Busy Hours’ fruit store?"

He raised his voice.

"What’s going on?"

The store manager, wearing a peach head, was drawn over.

"Your staff shows species discrimination."

Liu Zheng said.

"Oh, species discrimination is quite normal. I discriminate against many races too."

The store manager said indifferently.

Metropolis doesn’t prohibit species discrimination; rather, City Hall is a frontrunner in species discrimination.

Otherwise, among so many races, why did City Hall only choose these current races to move in and occasionally would even commit genocide.

And the upper, middle, lower-class system in Metropolis is also a manifestation of species discrimination.

"But he shouldn’t say discriminatory remarks about my race directly to me."

Liu Zheng said.

"What? Kid, how many times have I told you, the customer is your father. No matter what species you are, your father is your father, understand? If you still don’t get it, get lost and find a place where you can understand."

The store manager roared furiously at the durian head.

"He didn’t buy anything, so he’s not a customer."

The durian head argued.

"He’s also a potential customer. If everyone like you drives away potential customers, will we survive on old customers? Do you think the poor folks from Worker New City can sustain us?"

The store manager scolded.

"Although you make a valid point, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to say it in front of the customer?"

Liu Zheng felt utterly speechless.

"I’m sorry, store manager, it won’t happen again."

The durian head lowered his head and said.

"I hope you really remember this. If you weren’t my nephew, I would have fired you ages ago. Now go to the storeroom and clean up."

The store manager commanded.

"Wait a second, he hasn’t apologized to me yet."

He stopped the manager.

"Sir, we only apologize to our fathers."

The store manager said politely.

"Then what must I do to become your father?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"All you need to do is shop. Whether you become a stepfather, godfather, or biological father depends on how much you buy."

The store manager smiled.

"Do you have any fruit in the store suitable for cows or mare?"

He asked.

"Of course, would you like the expensive or the cheap kind?"

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