The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1261 - 779: The Calico Cat Delivers Takeout

Chapter 1261: Chapter 779: The Calico Cat Delivers Takeout

"Knock knock knock!"

Liu Zheng was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by a series of knocks on the door.

"Who is it?"

He asked impatiently.

It was so rare to get a good sleep, especially in Niu Ma’s haystack. Such an opportunity might not come again.

"It’s me."

White Feather Chicken’s voice came from outside the door.

"Right away!"

Liu Zheng sprang up like a carp leaping and rushed to the door.

Opening the door, there stood the proud White Feather Chicken.

"Wow, what requires you to come in person? A phone call and I’d handle it for you."

He grinned obsequiously.

Besides, not to mention White Feather Chicken’s status, he had a fine edition cosplay costume that needed White Feather Chicken’s help.

"If you could handle it, you would’ve been an old... "

White Feather Chicken stopped mid-sentence.

"Stop playing around, hurry over."

It called out to the other end of the hallway.

"Coming meow~"

San Huamao came bounding over.

"Hello Liu Zheng, meow."

It waved its little paws in greeting.

"Hello, hello."

Liu Zheng smiled and picked it up, rubbing the fur on its back vigorously.

"Why is Salmon here?"

He asked White Feather Chicken.

"The boss asked someone from the kitchen to help you deliver, so I brought it along."

White Feather Chicken replied.

"That’s rare, the kitchen actually helping the delivery department."

Liu Zheng laughed.

Though not explicitly stated, it’s clear that the delivery department ranks lowest among the three departments. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Well, who do you think it’s because of?"

White Feather Chicken glanced at him askew.

"I don’t know, maybe because of that someone."

Liu Zheng feigned innocence.

"Hmph. The cat is all yours, if it’s missing a single whisker, you know the consequences."

White Feather Chicken threatened.

"Rest assured, I won’t let it lose a single hair unless it naturally falls off."

He promised.

What’s his relationship with San Huamao? They had crossed borders together—how could he let anything happen to it?

"Hmm."

White Feather Chicken trusted Liu Zheng’s words.

It was this consideration that led to sending San Huamao over; with someone else, Liu Zheng might not be unreliable, but wouldn’t be so attentive.

"You need to learn how to gauge the difficulty of orders yourself. If it’s a tough one, let this little guy deliver it. Call me if there are any issues; got it?"

White Feather Chicken frankly instructed San Huamao.

"Got it, meow~"

San Huamao leapt down from Liu Zheng’s arms and rubbed against White Feather Chicken’s leg.

White Feather Chicken looked down at it, nodded, and then turned to leave.

"Such a good boss indeed."

Liu Zheng lamented.

"Yeah, the chef is really nice to me, meow."

San Huamao nodded vigorously.

"Am I not nice to you?"

He purposely asked.

"Liu Zheng is a friend, the chef is a boss, it’s different, meow."

San Huamao tilted its head, thinking.

"Wow, Salmon is really smart to think of that."

Liu Zheng took the opportunity to pick it up again and petted it thoroughly.

After a playful exchange, he started instructing San Huamao on the dos and don’ts of delivery.

"First rule, don’t store numbers in your phone."

"Second rule, don’t leave the rest area without an order."

"Third rule, don’t speak to the packing staff."

"Fourth rule..."

Liu Zheng listed the rules one by one, suddenly feeling like it was a world apart.

Twelve days ago he was a new member of the delivery department, and twelve days later he was already managing the department’s operations, even if only for a day.

"Ah, I often feel like I’m out of place with this world because I’m too excellent."

Liu Zheng heaved a long sigh.

"Meow meow meow?"

San Huamao looked at him with large eyes.

"It’s nothing, I’ll continue, okay?"

He rubbed the cat’s head and continued.

"Here’s my number, take note."

"Here’s my buddy Niu Daji’s number, take note."

"Here’s the clinic’s address, take note."

"Here’s Rose Street’s address, take note."

"Here’s Pink Kingdom’s address, take note."

"When something happens, call my number first. If it’s unreachable, call my buddy Niu Daji. If time is too short, run to the clinic if it’s closer, or to Pink Kingdom if that’s closer, and if it’s still too late, run to Rose Street."

"Oh, and here are some bottles of wine and cash to take along. Use them as bribes when delivering orders and in case the City Hall folks cause trouble."

"When going to Rose Street, hold the wine above your head. Remember, no matter what that tree says, don’t step into Black Soil’s region, and don’t take what it offers. However, you can give it the wine if it asks."

Liu Zheng first took out several bottles of Silver Label and Copper Mark, followed by a stack of bills.

"Got it, meow."

San Huamao parted the fur on its belly, revealing a black pouch.

With a paw hook, the bottles and cash went into the pouch.

"Wow, you have such things, huh."

Liu Zheng laughed.

"It belongs to my owner, meow."

San Huamao said.

"What the heck? You’re eyeing a cat’s belongings; do you have any humanity left?"

The Pond Master suddenly appeared after being silent.

"Who wants to grab it? It’s not like I don’t have one myself."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes, showing off the Qiankun Ring on his finger.

"With your shabby thing, what can it compare to my pouch."

The Pond Master glanced disdainfully.

After all, as the former agent of the sewer—who managed to escape in the end—though now almost dead, its foundation was clear; it’s normal to scoff at an excellent space tool.