The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 738 - 516: What I Hate Most is Speaking

Chapter 738: Chapter 516: What I Hate Most is Speaking

"What benefit do you want?"

Liu Zheng countered.

"How can I say something like that myself? First of all, I don’t want money, you know."

The elevator operator teased.

"No money, huh..."

As he thought, he looked at the elevator operator’s face, which took two hours to make up.

"Then I’ll find someone to teach you how to do makeup."

He suddenly said.

"Such a clever man, you thought of it right away. But who do you intend to find to teach me? It won’t be you, will it?"

The elevator operator asked.

"I know a few friends who work at the hot spring. They are all beautiful, and they are good at makeup. After your shift, go to ’Jidao Public Bath,’ give my name, and they will attend to you."

"You probably aren’t too happy working here, are you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It’s okay. Work is just work, happiness doesn’t really factor in."

The elevator operator said softly, her eyes downcast.

"Then you can relax there, and also get a feel for the work environment and benefits. If you’re interested, I can recommend you for a job there."

"Is this your attempt to lure me away on the first meeting? You really are a bad man."

The elevator operator said with a sly smile.

"It’s voluntary. If you don’t want to, then forget it."

He said.

"I didn’t say I didn’t want to. Let me check it out first."

The elevator operator pouted.

"Haha, all right."

Liu Zheng looked at her with tolerance.

Just 16 years old, but in real life, she’s still a kid.

Of course, that’s only true for girls. A 16-year-old boy can be more destructive than many grown men.

"So are you my friend now?"

He asked.

"I suppose so. What does being your friend entail?"

The elevator operator asked.

"The same as what Jennifer did at West River Center."

Liu Zheng said.

"I don’t want to be like others."

The elevator operator said as she suddenly moved closer.

His grip on the knife tightened, but he didn’t raise it, sensing that she didn’t intend to attack.

Sure enough, the elevator operator grabbed his hand, kissed him quickly on the cheek, and then released him.

"She didn’t do that, did she?"

The elevator operator said proudly.

"Indeed, she didn’t."

Liu Zheng touched his face, feeling a smear of makeup on his fingertips, but the sensation was similar to a normal kiss.

"Hehe, that means I win."

The elevator operator raised her head proudly and then pressed the button for the 11th floor.

"Then..."

His gaze wandered over the elevator operator, looking for a place to strike.

Now that the West River Center incident had spread, there was no need to always stab the same place; better make it look more professional.

"I know the rules. Come on, don’t pity me just because I’m good-looking."

The elevator operator closed her eyes with a look of righteous sacrifice.

But her clenched fists and trembling body betrayed the fear in her heart.

Even non-human races feel pain, let alone her, a human twisted by the office building.

"Actually, you don’t have to rely on self-harm. There are other ways."

Liu Zheng comforted her.

"Really?!"

The elevator operator opened her eyes in surprise.

"Really."

He plunged a knife into her belly button, the tip piercing through the flesh and into the omentum, stopping when it touched the intestine.

"I just haven’t thought of it yet, I’ll tell you when I do."

He let out a wicked grin, then kicked the elevator operator over, aiming at her hand.

"Go to the ’Imhotep’ Clinic, the doctors there are very skilled."

Liu Zheng bent down and tapped her pained face with the knife tip, whispering.

"Okay."

The elevator operator nodded in fear, as if threatened by him.

"Good acting."

He complimented her, then stood quietly in front of the elevator door waiting.

Meanwhile, the elevator operator clutched her wound, curled up in the corner, her pitiful appearance enough to make anyone who saw it feel compassion.

"Ding!"

The 11th floor arrived.

"Remember, don’t talk nonsense."

Liu Zheng gestured with the knife across his neck, then walked out of the elevator.

Like the 11th floor of West River Center, outside was a dense jungle.

But compared to West River Center, the trees outside Bright Center’s 11th floor were taller, and the ground vegetation sparser, possibly due to different supply chains.

The sounds of insects came from the jungle, making him feel both unfamiliar and intimate.

"I’m back, bugs, are you happy?"

Liu Zheng extended his tentacles, posing for a hug.

Unfortunately, the crew that once fought alongside him was now gone, and Paul hadn’t had the chance to join him in happily exterminating bugs.

"Consider it a tribute to you, hope you like it."

Liu Zheng murmured to himself, his skin cracking inch by inch, the Dragon Scale Blade igniting once more.

His rage had never extinguished, merely covered up.

Liu Zheng hefted the Dragon Scale Blade over his shoulder and stepped into the jungle swiftly.

This time, without the aid of a periscope, his field of vision was significantly reduced.

So he thought for a moment and simply took out the fake eyeball.

"Name: Peeping Eye"

"Type: Equipment"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: Increases perception by 2 points, has a chance to see through surface disguises of objects."

"Note: What is this? Let me press it and see."

"Can be taken out of instance: Yes"

With his previous experience, this time Liu Zheng directly closed his left eye and fitted the fake eye into his right eye.

He rotated his eyeball, scanning the surroundings. In the gray-white colored world, traces of various colors were scattered everywhere.