The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1388 842: Niu Ma and White Feather Chicken Start Fighting_2

"Quick, put that thing away, or if it spills, this lounge will be uninhabitable."

It said, while simultaneously eating and drinking.

"It's soul-bound, so I can't possibly put it away. Don't worry, it won't leak; it's sealed, ensuring not a single whiff escapes. We're just waiting for the opportune moment."

Liu Zheng flashed a wicked grin.

"Anyone who crosses you is truly unfortunate."

Niu Ma stated sincerely.

Once one's strength advances to a certain echelon, reputation becomes paramount. Dying in honorable combat, regardless of the brutality, transforms into a valiant saga when recounted.

After all, perishing within the Metropolis doesn't universally signify an end; those who meet their fate in the cemetery continue to boast until their spirits finally dissipate.

However, to be stunk to death by the Metropolitan's Most Smelly Soup would be a profound scandal, ensuring they become an object of ridicule for eternity.

"So, it's best for everyone to leave me be, show mutual affection, and maintain a harmonious Metropolis,"

Liu Zheng casually responded.

"Since you're here, could you perhaps help me place a call to Napoleon?"

Niu Ma, though lacking options when alone, recognized the importance of respecting rank when others were present.

"You're quite demanding."

Out of consideration for the 'Unlucky Coffee,' Niu Ma proceeded to make the call on his behalf.

"A newcomer is looking for you."

Niu Ma declared, then tossed the phone to Liu Zheng.

"What's up?"

The voice of White Feather Chicken echoed.

"I've procured some Unlucky Coffee for you and your colleagues in the kitchen. Do you have the time to come collect it?"

Liu Zheng inquired.

"No time. Have Niu Ma bring it over,"

White Feather Chicken replied.

"Alright. By the way, there's something else I wish to ask for your assistance with."

He elaborated.

"Go ahead."

"The Metropolitan's Most Smelly Soup is now prepared. I'd like to borrow a pot from you to store it,"

Liu Zheng stated.

"I'll be right there."

White Feather Chicken promptly ended the call.

"...Boss, did it just say it had no time?"

He looked towards Niu Ma.

"I don't know about that. All I know is you've impudently assigned me a task,"

Niu Ma remarked with evident displeasure.

"Come now, Boss, perhaps you misheard,"

Liu Zheng feigned ignorance.

"Hand over another case, or I'll officially charge you with insubordination,"

Niu Ma seized the moment to extort him.

"Wow, spending a day with your wife seems to have elevated your cultural standing,"

He teased before reluctantly handing over another case file.

"Indeed, it's precisely my heavy workload that prevents me from pursuing further studies; otherwise, I'd surely be an associate professor by now,"

Niu Ma boasted.

"Your word is my command. I believe you,"

Liu Zheng said, casting a dismissive glance at the stack of sensationalist magazines and tabloids nearby.

Mere moments later, a knock echoed from the lounge door.

Opening it, Liu Zheng found White Feather Chicken standing there as expected.

"Where is the soup?"

White Feather Chicken inquired directly.

"Right here,"

Liu Zheng retrieved the soup pot from the floor and presented it.

White Feather Chicken took a subtle sniff, its expression flickering between disdain and anticipation.

"Yes, that's the aroma! It's even more potent than I recall. Did you enhance the ingredients?"

It regained its composure and asked.

Given White Feather Chicken's expertise, even with the lid on the borrowed soup pot, it could discern the essence of the broth within. This potent iteration of the Most Smelly Soup was, even for it, somewhat overwhelming.

"No, just superior ingredients this time,"

Liu Zheng chuckled.

"You may borrow the pot,"

White Feather Chicken conceded.

"Thank you, head chef."

"I want half of the soup."

It declared.

"I regret to inform you that I cannot part with half; I've already promised the Tomb Guardian a portion,"

Liu Zheng stated with a hint of difficulty.

"Then a third."

White Feather Chicken did not press the matter further.

"That arrangement is perfectly acceptable,"

He readily agreed this time.

"Also, bring out the Unlucky Coffee."

White Feather Chicken instructed.

"Certainly. Infinite Heavenly Venerate."

Liu Zheng produced the requested portion for the kitchen staff.

"I shall return in ten minutes,"

White Feather Chicken announced, carefully placing all items within its chef's hat before striding away purposefully.

Precisely ten minutes later, it reappeared at the lounge entrance.

"Here is the pot you requested."

Removing its chef's hat, it revealed two soup pots concealed within.

Both were identical, fashioned from red enameled cast iron.

"The quantity of soup is the same in each. Ensure you return them promptly after use. Should you break them, I will use your skull to concoct soup,"

White Feather Chicken warned sternly.

"Chef, you haven't by chance installed surveillance on me, have you?"

Liu Zheng questioned, a peculiar expression crossing his face.

"Hmm?"

"I just managed to break a Gaba Bowl."

He then recounted the events that transpired at the cemetery to White Feather Chicken.

"What a dreadful waste!"

Before the White Feather Chicken could offer a reply, Niu Ma interjected.

"If you didn't want it, you should've just passed it to me! Possessing that item would allow me to ditch this food delivery gig and hit the casinos daily to amass a fortune."

Niu Ma lamented his misfortune.

"Truly a waste of resources."

The White Feather Chicken, unexpectedly, found himself agreeing with Niu Ma's sentiment.

While the prospect of earning money with the Gaba Bowl didn't interest it, the idea of using it as cookware seemed rather appealing.

"Well, there's no help for it now. It's already been broken. I can't possibly conjure up two new ones just for you two," Liu Zheng stated, shrugging.

"Next time you stumble upon something like this, refrain from acting impulsively. You've had your fill, but don't forget your boss is still famished, hic~"

Niu Ma let out a belch, the lingering taste of latte on his tongue.

"You really ought to brush your teeth. Your breath is more offensive than that soup,"

The White Feather Chicken remarked, its expression one of pure disgust.

"How dare you, a creature incapable of distinguishing its head from its tail, possess the audacity to speak to me in such a manner?"

Feeling his pride wounded by his subordinate's words, Niu Ma quickly shot back.

"Same old place, then?"

The White Feather Chicken sneered in response.

"The usual spot, you say? Afraid of you?"

Niu Ma displayed not an ounce of fear.

"I'll grant you ten minutes to warm up. Don't come crying to me later when I've beaten you into tears, letting you know I gave you a fair warning."

The White Feather Chicken declared.

"No need for a warm-up. I'll defeat you without even needing to open my eyes,"

Niu Ma responded with arrogance.

"If you have no use for those eyes, perhaps I should pluck them out for you. Here, catch."

The White Feather Chicken tossed an object towards Liu Zheng before striding away with Niu Ma in tow.

"Are they actually going to fight?"

Liu Zheng looked utterly perplexed.

One might easily assume they had just initiated a brawl over a mere sip of soup.

Ah well, let them have their spat. They wouldn't actually kill each other, after all.

He shook his head and inspected the item now in his hand.

It was a blue non-woven fabric mask, strikingly similar to the medical masks found in the real world.

"Name: Delicious Mask (Disposable)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect 1: When worn on the front, completely blocks the target's sense of smell for three minutes."

"Effect 2: When worn on the reverse, increases the target's sense of smell sensitivity tenfold for three minutes."

"Note: On that fateful day, the village's most gluttonous dog went utterly mad."

"Can be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Incredible!"

Liu Zheng exclaimed aloud, astonished.

This item was clearly intended for use with the notoriously pungent Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup.

He struggled to even imagine the experience of smelling the Most Smelly Soup with a heightened sense of smell, ten times more sensitive – it was bound to be a torment far worse than any vision of Hell.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

With a heart filled with profound reverence, Liu Zheng carefully packed away the soup pot and the mask.

With no other pressing matters, he returned to compiling documents for Ace.

Once the template was finalized, Liu Zheng captured a photograph and dispatched it to Ace.

"Brilliant! With this, I only need to input the data. Brother Zheng, you're truly the best!"

Ace promptly returned his call.

"Then proceed with filling in the data. Inform me immediately if any adjustments are required,"

Liu Zheng responded.

"Understood."

After concluding the call, he went back to enjoying his game console.

This continued until Ghost Hand made an appearance, and Niu Ma had still not returned.

"Could those two have been faking a quarrel, only to go off slacking somewhere else?"

Liu Zheng pondered suspiciously.

Although Napoleon wasn't quite like this chicken, as the saying goes, one tends to become like those they associate with. It was entirely possible he had been led astray by Niu Ma.

He offered Ghost Hand a cup of Yangzhi Ganlu and a butter pineapple bun, then picked up the freshly placed takeout order.

"Dish: Beef Skin Sashimi"

"Address: Wild House, Building 3, Apartment 502."

"Ordered by: Gong Baiyi"

"Time Limit: One hour"

"Beef skin? Sashimi?"

Why not just purchase an entire cow and gnaw on it directly? That would surely be fresher than sashimi. Truly, the culinary preferences of Metropolis residents were beyond comprehension.

Liu Zheng shook his head and exited the resting area.