The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1235: Time Is Running Out

"Really? Then I must try it next time."

The floral shirt showed a lewd smile.

"You’re not here to deliver food to her, are you?"

After a few laughs, he realized.

"What, Kowloon Walled City doesn’t allow food delivery?"

Liu Zheng replied.

"Ordinary food delivery is fine, but your Bloody Restaurant’s delivery..."

The floral shirt was momentarily unsure.

Their task was to stop those troublesome folks from entering Kowloon Walled City, but does a delivery man from Bloody Restaurant count as trouble?

It should be considered trouble, after all, it’s well-known in Metropolis that those who eat Bloody Restaurant’s delivery are doomed. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

But Bloody Restaurant only delivers to one person at a time, and Kowloon Walled City sees ten to twenty deaths a day.

Even those who come in for normal consumption often end up in fatal fights over disagreements.

"I’m really here to do business with Ah Piao, if you don’t believe me, you can call to verify."

Seeing his hesitation, Liu Zheng pressed on.

"How would I have her phone number?"

The floral shirt said sourly.

"Then have one of your men run an errand, here’s a little fee for the trouble."

He took out a few bills and stuffed them into the floral shirt’s pants pocket.

"You’re definitely here to deliver food."

The floral shirt looked at the bills, then at him, and said firmly.

"Oh? Why?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"Booking with her is at most a hundred bucks, and you just handed me a few hundred for the errand fee. Either you’re dumb, or you think I’m dumb."

The floral shirt sneered.

If he was assigned to guard the door, he couldn’t be the smartest, but he certainly wasn’t the dumbest.

"It’s obviously me who’s dumb."

Liu Zheng responded without hesitation.

"Brother Fei is so smart, what could be hidden from you?"

One hand holding a stack of bills, and the other brought out a Miniature Gustav Train Cannon.

"You agree, don’t you, Brother Fei?"

He asked with a smile.

"What, what are you going to do? Don’t you believe I can signal and have thousands of brothers out here to chop you?"

Staring at the dark cannon muzzle, the floral shirt said nervously.

"I believe. But before I’m chopped up, you and your brothers are already blown to pieces. It’s just a chicken, does it matter if I take it or deliver it to you?"

"Take this money, enough to order a few chickens each for yourselves. I’m comfortable, you guys are happy, right?"

Liu Zheng said slowly.

The floral shirt gritted his teeth, his gaze flickered.

"Brother Fei, at least two or three thousand here."

A junior whispered in his ear.

This sentence was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The floral shirt extinguished his unfinished cigarette in his palm, then grabbed the bills and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Go on in."

He said, turning his head.

"Thank you, Brother Fei. By the way, I need this brother to help guide me on the first visit."

Liu Zheng pointed to the junior who just claimed to know Ah Piao.

"Huh? Boss?"

The junior looked at the floral shirt pitifully.

Even a fool knew this wasn’t a good task.

"Take him."

The floral shirt ordered and then pulled him closer.

"Just watch, don’t meddle, and run if something happens."

He whispered as he shoved a few bills into the junior’s pocket.

"Got it, Brother Fei."

The junior agreed reluctantly.

"It’s just guiding, nothing will happen, relax little brother."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Your smile makes me more afraid."

The junior shrugged his shoulders.

Fear is fear, but since his boss ordered him and gave him money, he had to do it.

"Come with me."

The junior led Liu Zheng into Kowloon Walled City.

As soon as they entered, the road visibly narrowed quickly.

At first, it was two lanes wide, but soon it only allowed two people side by side, and those two people couldn’t be too fat.

"With such narrow roads, how do giants, ogres, and the like get through?"

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but ask.

"They pass through in barrels. How could a living giant come here, they’d be squished to death."

The junior replied casually.

"Little brother is quite humorous, what’s your name?"

He took the chance to continue the conversation.

"I’m Changmao, respectful folks call me Brother Changmao, disrespectful ones call me Punk."

The junior replied.

"Your hair isn’t that long."

Liu Zheng glanced at his hair.

It’s only ear-length, even less strict schools wouldn’t send him to get a haircut.

"I never said it was my hair that’s long."

Changmao tugged at his waistband.

"Oh? Oh~"

He suddenly understood.

Seems like calling him Punk isn’t disrespectful, just speaking the truth.

"How long have you been in Kowloon Walled City, Brother Changmao?"

He asked again.

"I’ve been here as long as I’ve lived, I’m a native Walled City resident."

Changmao’s tone carried a hint of pride.

"Wow, then you must be very familiar with it here?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I be brought here to guide you?"

Changmao turned back into a forlorn look.

"I’m so generous, isn’t guiding me a good job? Why are you still so unwilling?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"Making money is fine, as long as you live to take it. You’re from Bloody Restaurant, when I was a kid, you were horror stories to me."

Changmao looked at his uniform, showing fear.

"But you’re still speaking to me like this, aren’t you afraid I’ll get you?"

"If you get me for my disrespect, then I surely wouldn’t escape if something happened later. Whether I die early or late, I’ll die anyway, dying early might mean I can get a good body in my next life."