The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1139 - 716: Back to the Black Market

"Minister Dante’s brother is also at the scene."

The middle-aged man whispered.

Dante is the Minister of the Department of Publicity and also the head of the theater’s governing body.

If you upset him, he really can suspend the theater performances.

"... Got it, you quickly get the next show ready, I’ll go calm the audience."

The old man said.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man left to carry out the order.

"Consider yourself lucky this time. But don’t let me see you again."

The old man took a deep look in the direction where the spirit car disappeared, and then vanished into the air.

"Vroom vroom vroom..."

Meanwhile, Liu Zheng was driving the spirit car at full speed, and when he was about ten kilometers away from the Bloody Restaurant, the spirit car’s exhaust pipe emitted some black smoke and then came to a stop.

"Damn, it’s out of gas."

He looked at the dashboard’s red needle, feeling speechless.

If it were a new energy car, it could run a few hundred kilometers when fully charged, but this pneumatic vehicle’s range is not even as good as an electric one.

If the spirit car had a face, it would certainly be rolling its eyes.

Normal cars are made for driving, but who else besides me has to help the driver fight?

Liu Zheng got out to check, and sure enough, the spirit car had reverted to its original form, the Netherworld Aura completely depleted.

"What should I do?"

He scratched his head.

Pushing it back is obviously not realistic, although he could push it, it would take at least five or six hours to push it to the Bloody Restaurant, and he would definitely get a solid beating when he returned.

But leaving it here isn’t an option either. If it got scratched, the Driver would no doubt charge an astronomical repair fee.

Even if the Driver wouldn’t charge, Liu Zheng would hint for him to, since having too good a relationship with coworkers is also taboo.

But he really didn’t have much cash left on him now, and he had plenty of expenses coming up, so he didn’t want to give away money to the restaurant for nothing.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng had already arranged for Lu Tong to sign off on the delivery at the right time, otherwise, going this far without a delivery slip was riskier than stripping and dancing provocatively in front of Britain.

After thinking it over, he decided to call Niu Ma.

"Hey boss, wanna go for a walk?"

Liu Zheng chuckled.

"Are you crazy? Walking at this time of night? If you want to die, go by yourself, don’t drag me with you."

Niu Ma refused without hesitation.

"Okay, actually, I want you to help me push the car."

He told him about the spirit car breaking down.

"Serves you right, who told you not to do your proper work and keep using the restaurant’s car for personal errands."

Niu Ma showed no sympathy for him.

This was something it could say proudly because since transferring to the delivery department, it hadn’t rented a car many times.

"Boss, stop being sarcastic, come help me out, I got you a snack."

Liu Zheng said.

"What snack?"

"You’ll know when you get here, I promise it’s from your favorite place."

He replied.

"Do you even know what I like to eat? My favorite place, huh? Where are you?"

Niu Ma asked.

"I should be on Vanilla Street near South City Avenue."

Liu Zheng checked the map and said.

"Got it, wait there."

Niu Ma said.

"How long will it take? The wind is strong out here, and I’m scared."

He pretended to say.

"Humph, what would you be afraid of? Is there anything in the Metropolis that you don’t dare do? Wait till I wake up."

Niu Ma hung up the phone.

About ten minutes later, a brawny figure appeared in the distance.

"Hey boss, you woke up pretty fast."

Liu Zheng teased.

"Cut the crap, where’s my snack?"

Niu Ma asked bluntly.

"Here you go."

He took out some pure meat sausages from the kiosk owner.

"When did I ever say I liked this stuff?"

Niu Ma glared.

"Didn’t you say you liked their risqué magazines the most?"

Liu Zheng feigned ignorance.

"Playing word games with me, are you? Push the car yourself, then."

Niu Ma turned to leave.

It wouldn’t eat that junk, who knows how the kiosk owner made them.

"Come on, I’ll get Napoleon to make you a decent meal, how’s that?"

Liu Zheng quickly held onto it.

"That’s not necessary. I’m already out here helping you, so it’s not too much to ask you to pick up the tab tonight, is it?"

Niu Ma was easily persuaded.

"Where are you planning to spend it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Heh heh, the Black Market’s open tonight."

"I see why you came out so eagerly."

He rolled his eyes.

He thought Niu Ma had suddenly grown a conscience.

"So just say whether you’ll pay or not. If not, I’ll head to the Black Market, and you can push the car on your own."

Niu Ma said.

"Okay, okay. But just to be clear, I’m not covering any gambling losses."

As long as it wasn’t gambling, Niu Ma’s expenses should still be within his budget.

"Do you think I’m Hou Taotao? Last time I spent your money; otherwise, I wouldn’t gamble that much."

Niu Ma said.

"Although you’re right, isn’t it a bit harsh to say it so bluntly?"

Liu Zheng squinted.

"That’s harsh? Not making you sell it twice is already merciful of me."

Niu Ma sneered.

"Oh. Merciful boss, could you lend a hoof here?"

He walked to the back of the car, gesturing.

"Get out of the way, don’t get in the way."

Niu Ma directly pushed him aside and then used its horns to nudge the back of the car.

With its hooves exerting force, the spirit car quickly moved forward, almost as fast as when it was running normally.

"Boss, your strength is wasted not hauling bricks."

Liu Zheng joked.

"Humph, how did you think I made my first pot of gold?"

"Huh? Boss, you actually hauled bricks?"

He was surprised.

That was very Niu Ma.