The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 658 - 475: 996 is the universal rule of the multiverse

Chapter 658: Chapter 475: 996 is the universal rule of the multiverse

"Has your intuition ever been accurate?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I don’t know, it’s my first time having an intuition."

"Then it’s best if it’s not accurate."

He said squinting his eyes.

Although Liu Zheng also felt that if things developed this way, he would inherit the consequences left by the Legendary delivery man, but it’d be better if that happened later rather than sooner.

If push comes to shove, he still had one ultimate trick up his sleeve.

Settle accounts and run away.

"Hmph, for strong characters like us without prophecy, divination, or similar abilities, we either have no intuition or it’s scarily accurate."

French Plane Tree threatened.

"Luckily, I’m a hybrid. Your prophecy can only be half accurate."

Liu Zheng said with a serious expression.

"Nutcase human. Are you busy or not? If not, hurry up and leave, don’t delay me teaching Margret ballet."

French Plane Tree said impatiently.

"You don’t even have legs, how can you teach dancing, teach what, leg-leg?"

He retorted.

"Mind your own business. Are you leaving or not? If not, I’ll pull off your legs and attach them to myself."

French Plane Tree threatened.

"These are hooves, they won’t look good for dancing even if you attach them. Alright, let’s get to business."

Liu Zheng pushed away the roots trying to bind his hooves.

"Then hurry up and speak."

"I remember the auction is tomorrow, right?"

He asked.

"Yeah. What, are you still thinking of joining?"

"Of course, you can’t miss out on such a big event! Since you don’t want me trading things anymore, let’s go to the auction house and treasure hunt together."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Just you, do you have the capability?"

French Plane Tree said disdainfully.

"I have a bit of money, and if that’s not enough, I can borrow some."

He said.

With his credit rating, borrowing two or three million shouldn’t be a problem.

"Borrowing won’t help."

French Plane Tree shook his head.

"Why’s that?"

"The auction has two formats, one is normal bidding, and the other is barter trading. Tomorrow’s auction is barter trading."

French Plane Tree said.

"Only when the item you offer is accepted by the counterpart but isn’t valuable enough will you be allowed to make up the difference with cash. Otherwise, no amount of money will help you."

"I see..."

Liu Zheng pondered.

If it’s barter trading, he truly doesn’t have the capability to participate.

The extraordinary items he possessed were all useful, and many were interconnected. Losing even one would be painful.

Among the people he knew, except for someone like Si Xue from a wealthy family or the collector French Plane Tree, the rest wouldn’t hoard extraordinary items.

After all, Metropolis is governed by a power-driven government, hoarding money is definitely more practical than hoarding extraordinary items.

Doctor Nile probably still had some items, given that he runs a clinic and inherited a priest legacy.

Those relics of the "descendants of Ra," he probably kept them too.

"In the end, doctors really are forever deities."

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Hmm, there might be something to swipe from the Fisherman."

He thought of another target.

Although the Fisherman mostly had fish, which were rather singular in effect, who knows if someone just loved that sort of thing?

Imagine a cat-loving big buyer, wouldn’t that make him a fortune?

Thinking of this, Liu Zheng couldn’t help but smile.

"Human, what daydream are you having with your eyes open?"

French Plane Tree poked him awake with a root.

"Ahem, nothing much. Just take me with you, even if I can’t exchange anything, it’s good to see the world."

He said.

"Hmph, fine. Be here before eight o’clock tomorrow night. You better be punctual, seeing you annoys me."

French Plane Tree said with disdain.

"Relax, I’ll be early. Oh, honorable Sir Dai Legao, I have a favor I want to ask, but I’m not sure if it’s appropriate."

Liu Zheng put on a flattering smile again.

"Blurt it out."

French Plane Tree said impatiently.

"I was wondering if you could help me order some takeout on that day?"

He rubbed his tentacles.

At night in Metropolis, without the Legendary Armor’s augmentation, Liu Zheng really didn’t dare go out.

"Scram!"

French Plane Tree directly tied his hooves with roots and tossed him into mid-air.

He was currently in a state without the Legendary Armor’s augmentation, this throw would definitely leave him reeling.

"Boss!"

Niu Daji couldn’t bear to see his boss crash to the ground, especially with other gangs watching, rushed and slid into place under Liu Zheng, then lifted his belly.

"Duang!"

Liu Zheng bounced off Niu Daji’s big belly once and then rolled aside.

"Nice job."

He got up and patted Niu Daji’s shoulder to commend him.

"Hehe."

Niu Daji proudly stroked his belly.

Who says you need eight-pack abs to be a real man? His fat-pack muscles were way more useful than those skin-pack ones.

"How come evolution makes the brain less functional? If this throw hurt me, wouldn’t you be in trouble?"

Liu Zheng looked at French Plane Tree and retorted.

But the latter has already started busying himself teaching the Ginseng Sprite to dance, completely ignoring what he was saying.

"Fine, while you’re at it, just send me back to the restaurant."

He said to the Jiwei Group members.

Guo Koutangzi hesitated for a moment then nodded in agreement.

After all, they already got what they came for, whether or not the treatment worked, this matter was over.

If Liu Zheng really intercepted them halfway, and Garlic still wasn’t cured, then it would truly be a double loss.

With a bunch of strategists escorting him, he safely returned to the restaurant.

"Sir, do you have any extraordinary items you don’t need?"