The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1387 842: Niu Ma and the White Feather Chicken Start Fighting
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Having already arrived, Liu Zheng opted to purchase a selection of beverages and desserts from Unlucky Coffee.
en route back to the eatery, a call was received from Guo Koutangzi.
"The soup is prepared," Guo Koutangzi announced.
"That was quick?" Liu Zheng expressed a touch of surprise.
"When it comes to soup, there's nothing the Jiwei Group cannot prepare to perfection," Guo Koutangzi stated with evident pride.
Although the Heritage Soup Pot's power had been borrowed previously, having emerged victorious against White Feather Chicken, her prowess in soup-making was undeniable, solidifying her position as the best in the Metropolis.
"Remarkable, truly remarkable. I shall head over to collect it immediately," Liu Zheng offered his commendations before returning to the clinic.
Upon his arrival, Guo Koutangzi had not yet appeared, affording him the opportunity to engage in a game of chess with the doctor.
After two rounds, Guo Koutangzi finally made her entrance.
"What caused the delay? Did something occur along the way?" Liu Zheng inquired casually.
"I spent some time kneeling before the memorial tablets of past leaders," Guo Koutangzi replied with an impassive countenance.
"Ah, a wise move, fostering a connection with the elders of the past," he remarked, scratching his head.
Disregarding his jest, Guo Koutangzi produced the Heritage Soup Pot.
"The duplicate of this soup pot will vanish within 24 hours. You must locate another vessel capable of containing the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup before then and facilitate the merging of the duplicate with that pot," she instructed.
"Don't you all have one readily available?" Liu Zheng questioned.
"The majority of our older cookware is no longer with us. A new shipment was ordered for the Izakaya's grand opening, but its arrival is still some time away," Guo Koutangzi explained.
"Understood then."
No significant hurdle, he mused; borrowing a pot from White Feather Chicken would suffice, with the option to return two later if necessary.
"Why is there no foul odor?" Liu Zheng inquired, taking a cautious sniff.
"I employed the Heritage Soup Pot's abilities to contain the stench, thereby preserving the full potency of the Most Smelly Soup to the greatest extent possible," Guo Koutangzi elaborated.
She surmised that Liu Zheng harbored no genuine desire to consume the soup, likely intending to deploy it as an unconventional weapon.
"Excellent work. Please accept this as a token of appreciation: some Unlucky Coffee. Infinite Heavenly Venerable," Liu Zheng offered a thumbs-up and presented her with a food preservation box.
This represented one of the perks acquired after obtaining a "Black Deer Card," a recent upgrade from a mere packaging bag to a complimentary preservation box.
Regrettably, the establishment's staff tenaciously declined to extend delivery services to the Bloody Restaurant; otherwise, he would have simply placed a delivery order.
"I have a request," Guo Koutangzi stated, her expression turning serious as she accepted the preservation box.
"Proceed," Liu Zheng responded, his own demeanor becoming equally grave.
"You absolutely must not reveal to anyone that this soup originated from the Jiwei Group. Understood?"
"Actually... very well, I understand. I won't utter a single word about it," Guo Koutangzi's piercing gaze seemed to halt his unspoken words.
"So this is the legendary Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup," Doctor Nile remarked, approaching with evident curiosity towards the duplicate soup pot after Guo Koutangzi's departure.
"What say you, Doctor? Fancy a taste?" Liu Zheng jested, as if preparing to lift the lid.
"No, thank you. Please refrain from engaging in such unsavory activities within my clinic," Doctor Nile hastily interjected.
"And yet you handle excrement daily, but find this offensive?" Liu Zheng narrowed his eyes at him.
"That is entirely different. Excrement itself is pure; I utilize it for medicinal purposes. Your concoction, however, contains no elements of purity," Doctor Nile retorted, rolling his eyes.
He further mused that the snake gall from the Stinky Snake might very well harbor parasites.
"I venture to guess your 'pure' excrement isn't so clean either. Infinite Heavenly Venerable, indeed?" Liu Zheng recited an incantation but found himself unable to place the soup pot's duplicate into storage.
"This, too, is a soul-bound extraordinary item; conventional storage devices will not suffice," the well-informed Doctor Nile explained.
"Very well, I shall simply have to carry it by hand," Liu Zheng declared, shrugging his shoulders as he exited the clinic with the duplicate soup pot.
He now felt an immense surge of confidence; should anyone dare to provoke him, he vowed they would be infamously remembered for eternity.
Be it the Peacock or Mr. Li, if they dared to appear, he would not hesitate to douse them with the foul soup, and then he would see how they intended to continue their lives in the Metropolis.
Buoyed by this newfound conviction, Liu Zheng made his way back to the rest area.
"Why the sudden display of arrogance? Is the Supreme Councilman secretly your father?" Niu Ma inquired suspiciously, sensing a shift in his demeanor.
Within the Metropolis, the Supreme Councilman wielded an influence comparable to that of a sovereign; invoking his name was often a strategic necessity depending on the circumstances.
While in the normal world, triumphing over destiny might be conceivable, within the Metropolis, a stray curse like "damn the Supreme Councilman" would effectively seal your fate for your next reincarnation.
"Hehe, behold what I’ve laid my hands on."
Liu Zheng lifted the soup pot he held in his grasp.
"Is that the Supreme Councilman's personal rice bowl?"
Niu Ma lazily propped its eyelids open.
"Not quite as grand, it's simply a soup pot, quite adept at brewing soups."
He declared, shaking his head.
"Tch, really? Given your boastful demeanor, I initially thought you were planning to prepare me as a stew."
Niu Ma scoffed with disdain.
"However, it is brimming with the Metropolitan's most infamous Stinky Soup, from its four major landmarks."
Liu Zheng elaborated further.
"???"
Niu Ma's eyes widened to an astonishing size, surpassing that of any egg.
"No way, you actually managed to obtain it all?"
It stammered, disbelief evident in its voice.
"Acquiring the signature ingredients from just four renowned locations, is that truly so difficult?"
Liu Zheng countered with a hint of smugness.
"If you flaunt your arrogance any further, I’ll pummel you into a pulp."
Niu Ma raised its hoof threateningly.
"My apologies, my slip-up. I've been suppressing my impulses for far too long; please allow me a brief moment to indulge, my esteemed boss."
He quickly retracted his boast.
"I hardly noticed you holding back; you're living a more luxurious life than I do as a minister."
Niu Ma quipped back wryly.
"Come now, boss, partake in a draught. Infinite Heavenly Venerable."
Liu Zheng, feigning ignorance of the jab, presented a sealed thermos.
"You're quite considerate, young one."
Niu Ma downed the contents in a single gulp, then chewed on the remnants as if they were gum before spitting them out dismissively.