The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1130 - 711: Are You Here to Save People or to Kill Them?

Chapter 1130: Chapter 711: Are You Here to Save People or to Kill Them?

Gang members are still gang members, even a suit can’t change their nature.

"Who the hell are you calling ’kid’? Do you believe I can make you eat your words?"

Niu Daji immediately stepped forward, standing in front of Liu Zheng and exchanging insults with the other side.

"It’s just a lousy hotel. I’ve blown up entire mountains; what are your two buildings worth?"

Panda was a bit slower, but also stood beside Niu Daji.

"Clang!"

As the argument on both sides grew more heated, a sudden loud metallic clang echoed.

Everyone was startled and looked towards the noise. It turned out Guo Koutangzi had slammed a soup pot on the floor.

She wore a black kimono today, with various knife designs embroidered in gold and red threads on the front, and a soup pot design in silver threads on the back, reminiscent of the legendary soup pot.

"Ever heard of the Delivery Gang? How about the Jiwei Group?"

Guo Koutangzi walked to the front with the soup pot, followed closely by the Ginger-Garlic-Lettuce four.

"The Jiwei Group? Seems I have heard of them.

Short-Tailed Crocodile sized up her kimono thoughtfully.

"Came to mind now, didn’t they have a sign taken down? How can you still operate under the Jiwei Group name?"

It questioned.

"It was the Extreme Flavor House that had its sign taken down, not the Jiwei Group. Moreover, we’ve already beaten the head chef of the Bloody Restaurant in a cooking contest and will soon hang our sign back up."

Guo Koutangzi proudly declared.

"Well then, congrats in advance."

Short-Tailed Crocodile said in a perfunctory yet polite tone.

There’s a social structure even in gangs; you need titles and traditions, or else you’re just a thug, and no one takes you seriously.

But if it’s a proper gang, as long as there’s no vendetta, you should show some decorum in conversation.

Reclaiming the title is a big deal, so even if Short-Tailed Crocodile isn’t close to the Jiwei Group, it still offers congratulations. If not, word might spread that it’s rude.

"Thanks, you’re welcome to the celebration when the time comes."

Guo Koutangzi replied politely.

"For sure. But this matter is between our ’New Grape Hotel’ and this ’Delivery Gang’. Why is the Jiwei Group involved?"

Short-Tailed Crocodile questioned.

"He has done a great favor for our Jiwei Group. As long as he is the boss of the Delivery Gang, their business is our business too."

Guo Koutangzi said, pointing to Liu Zheng.

After speaking, she took out a small knife, cut her palm, and let the blood drip into the legendary soup pot.

The Ginger-Garlic-Lettuce four also cut their palms, letting their blood mix together.

"With our blood and the legendary soup pot as witness, the Jiwei Group will advance and retreat with Liu Zheng."

Guo Koutangzi declared solemnly.

Short-Tailed Crocodile watched the scene with a complex expression.

It knew of the Jiwei Group and the significance of their pot; this was like taking an oath on the Dragon Head Cane, absolutely unbreakable.

"In that case, I’ll give face to the Jiwei Group."

Short-Tailed Crocodile hesitated for a moment but decided to respect the rules.

After all, it wasn’t confident of quickly taking them down, and the guests had already noticed the commotion.

Entering the elevator, Short-Tailed Crocodile didn’t press the button for the 57th floor, but the 58th.

Liu Zheng noticed but didn’t show any sign.

On the 58th floor, Short-Tailed Crocodile took them to a vermilion door.

The door was studded with golden rivets, nine rows and seven columns, totaling sixty-three.

There were two stone beasts beside the door, with a tiger’s head, a leopard’s body, a dragon’s tail, and a small horn tilted backward on their heads.

Staring at them for a few seconds, he recalled that these were likely Pixiu, one of the dragon’s nine sons.

The Pixiu was said to have a mouth with no rear, could swallow everything without excreting, consuming from all directions, and could attract wealth.

Using two Pixiu as gatekeepers showed the owner’s deep intention.

"Uncle He, the people from Niu Ma are here."

Short-Tailed Crocodile spoke into a walkie-talkie.

"Let them in."

A loud and powerful voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Roger that. Did you hear that? Uncle He is letting you through."

Short-Tailed Crocodile said to the two Pixiu.

The two Pixiu exchanged glances and then raised a paw each to push open the vermilion door.

The inside was pitch black, nothing visible, like the gaping maw of a giant beast leading to its deep digestive tract.

"Please."

Short-Tailed Crocodile stepped aside, staring at Liu Zheng as if trying to find a hint of hesitation or panic.

Yet it found nothing, as Liu Zheng walked into the darkness nimbly, as if returning home.

The others followed closely behind, filing in.

Stepping through the door, Liu Zheng’s vision suddenly cleared.

The spacious hall was brilliantly lit, with modern LED lights, antiquesque crystal lamps, and genuine antique large candles.

Facing the door was a screen wall, with a square table and two chairs set underneath.

On the left chair sat an elderly man in a silk Tang suit, with a young woman who bore a five-point resemblance to him, massaging his shoulders and legs.

The other chair was empty, seemingly reserved for Liu Zheng.

In between the table and door, there were two rows of chairs, but none were seated; dozens of black-suited underlings stood throughout the hall, ready to rush in at their boss’s command and turn Liu Zheng’s group into minced meat.

"Please, both of you, sit."

The old man gestured to the right row of chairs.

He and Niu Ma were equals, and since Liu Zheng was a subordinate of Niu Ma, he wasn’t qualified to sit alongside them.

"Thank you."

Liu Zheng obediently sat in the first chair on the right.

As the boss of the Jiwei Group, Guo Koutangzi naturally took her place below him.

The others had no seats and stood behind them.

"My name is He Bishu, the chairman of the New Grape Hotel."

The old man introduced himself. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"I’m Liu Zheng, the deputy of the Bloody Restaurant’s delivery department, the second-generation head of the Delivery Gang, overseeing all gang affairs."

His self-introduction was somewhat humorous, but the old man didn’t mind because it wasn’t important.

"Niu Ma should have told you all the causes and effects before you came, right?"

The old man asked.

"He mentioned some of it, but I don’t have a handle on all the specifics."

Liu Zheng replied.

"According to the rules, for getting caught cheating at the casino the first time, you must cut off half a hand."

The old man said.

"No problem, cut them all off if you want."

He generously replied.

Without hands, there’s less trouble to cause, especially when you’re a Transcendent. You could quickly learn to eat and clean up with your feet.

"But it also resisted arrest and injured my men."

The old man said.

"Cut off all its limbs, and I’ll pay ten times the compensation."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Hmm..."

The old man didn’t expect such ruthlessness, hesitating a bit.

"If you still feel that’s not enough respect, have it crawl around the New Grape Hotel a hundred times, shouting, ’I won’t cheat again.’"

Liu Zheng continued.

"I’m starting to wonder if you were sent by Niu Ma or by a rival of Hou Taotao."

The old man regarded him with an odd expression.

"It knows Niu Ma, and Niu Ma knows me, but I don’t know it. To me, it just needs to stay alive, other issues aren’t my concern."

Liu Zheng said coolly.

Furthermore, his suggestion made sense. Hou Taotao should face consequences for his actions.

"And how do you account for it seducing my woman?"

The old man said.

"Hmm..."

Now it was Liu Zheng’s turn to hesitate.

By his reasoning, if it committed the crime, the guilty part should be cut off.

But Niu Ma wouldn’t accept that result, as Red Pig, Black Claw, and Yellow Monkey only had this one child combined; it was needed to continue the bloodline.

Although you could attach another one, a graft might not ensure the child born is truly the person’s own.

Britain doesn’t care because it just wants pleasure, Niu Ma doesn’t care if Hou Taotao is satisfied either, but it cares about its best friend’s bloodline continuing.

The family lineage may eventually end, but not now.

"How about finding some strapping men to have their way with it?"

After much thought, Liu Zheng proposed.