The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1394 1394: Still Missing a Little Bit, Update Before 1 AM, Please Forgive Me, Dear Readers_2

"Stop right there!"

Niu Ma startled and immediately halted his movement.

"What's the matter, Chief?"

He asked, completely perplexed.

"I... I'm not feeling quite right today, you take this yourself. I can't continue."

Niu Ma stammered, clearly flustered.

"You're not feeling well? Don't play coy with me, Chief. I've witnessed you sustain grievous injuries before; why don't you trust me? Let me examine your wounds so I can devise a treatment. Otherwise, if there's lasting damage, how can I possibly face your wife?"

Liu Zheng, sensing Niu Ma was concealing something significant, earnestly implored him.

"I told you it's fine, and it truly is. Are you bored? If so, why not order some food delivery and take your leave?"

Niu Ma responded with clear impatience.

"Alright, I'll place a food order immediately, then I'll head straight to your wife and have her persuade you."

Liu Zheng reached for his phone.

"Absolutely not!"

Niu Ma suddenly materialized in front of him, snatching the phone from his grasp.

"Then you... huh?"

Just as Liu Zheng was about to resume his persuasion, his gaze fell upon the crudely engraved characters on Niu Ma's posterior.

Kitchen use only, strictly forbidden for external application.

"Pfft... uh!"

Both he and the Artificial Body struggled to suppress their uncontrollable laughter.

"What did you see?"

Niu Ma demanded sinisterly.

"Reporting to the Minister, I perceived nothing whatsoever."

Liu Zheng snapped to attention, replying with utmost solemnity.

"Is that so?"

"Reporting to the Minister, I solemnly swear there is not a single falsehood in my words."

He affirmed firmly.

"If I ever hear any whispers about this matter, you are fully aware of the repercussions, correct?"

Niu Ma ground his hoof against the floor, a menacing gesture.

"Reporting to the Minister, no rumors concerning you will ever originate from my person."

Liu Zheng replied

"Excellent. Procure a bottle of Silver Label for me."

Niu Ma commanded.

"Hmm?"

Liu Zheng glanced down at Niu Ma.

This was a relic of Niu Ma's embarrassing past. He hadn't extorted Niu Ma; it was already generous, yet Niu Ma was now attempting to extort him?

It was a complete inversion of the usual dynamic, unlike anything he'd expected from this situation.

"Two bottles!"

Niu Ma raised his voice, amending his demand.

"How about just one bottle? Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

Liu Zheng handed him a bottle of the precious Silver Label.

The supply of Silver Label was dwindling; he needed to conserve it whenever possible.

Having concluded this charade with Niu Ma, he settled back onto his small stool.

"These two individuals were certainly not intending to engage in a fight."

Liu Zheng mused internally while engrossed in a game.

Those eight engraved characters bore an uncanny resemblance to White Feather Chicken's handiwork, yet the act of engraving words onto one's own posterior didn't quite align with White Feather Chicken's typical modus operandi.

It was probable that Niu Ma conceived the initial idea, and White Feather Chicken then contributed his creative flourish.

However, he arrived at this conclusion without further investigation, deeming it unnecessary.

Regardless, these two fellows were unlikely to be attempting to deceive him; he harbored no concern about whom they might be tricking.

After a period of gaming, Ghost Hand emerged from outside, crawling in.

"I'll handle this delivery."

Liu Zheng started to rise, but Niu Ma intercepted the delivery order.

"Chief, isn't this a bit too obvious?"

He sighed audibly.

Given Niu Ma's peculiar behavior, it was highly improbable that he would be genuinely rushing to deliver a takeaway; clearly, something was amiss.

"Mind your own affairs."

Niu Ma shot him a glare tinged with guilt before swaggering out.

"So, all that elaborate cover-up was in vain, an attempt to stage a fake accident?"

Observing Niu Ma's undeniably exposed backside, Liu Zheng felt a profound sense of helplessness.

When one acknowledges someone as their Chief, what choice is there but to indulge them?

If any complications arise later, he would inevitably be tasked with tidying up the mess.

Alas, the burdens of middle management were truly taxing.

Liu Zheng casually took a seat amidst the grass, resuming his game while awaiting Niu Ma's return.

Over two hours elapsed, and neither Niu Ma nor Ghost Hand reappeared. However, a call from Jiang Weisheng did arrive.

"Mr. Liu, I've successfully located the deep-sea volcanic mud you require."

Jiang Weisheng's tone was brimming with excitement.

"Oh? Where did you manage to find it?"

Liu Zheng's own joy was palpable.

"From an ornamental fish merchant. He had intended to import a shipment of Flip-flop Pigeon Fish for sale and consequently stockpiled a considerable quantity of deep-sea volcanic mud, essential for the species' thriving. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, the import was scuttled, leaving the merchant with the surplus volcanic mud."

Jiang Weisheng explained.

"What exactly is a Flipping Pigeon Fish?"

He inquired with genuine curiosity.

"Ah, it's a species of deep-sea fish that bears a striking resemblance to pigeons. They are known for their aggressive and combative nature. Their primary attack method involves somersaulting through the water before impaling their adversaries with their remarkably hard and sharp mouths."

Jiang Weisheng elaborated.

"That is indeed quite unfortunate."

Liu Zheng remarked with a touch of regret.

Why did he suddenly possess an inexplicable urge to raise such creatures?

"I've already dispatched Weiyang and his team to collect the goods. When can you be expected to arrive?"

Jiang Weisheng inquired.

"I will be waiting for the next food delivery; I'll give you advance notice when I'm about to arrive."

He responded.

An understanding had already been reached between both parties regarding this collaboration, thus there was no need for any grand gestures this time around. The matter could conveniently be postponed until after the delivery was completed.

"Very well, I shall anticipate your arrival then."

Jiang Weisheng concluded the phone call.

Not long after he ended the call, Ghost Hand finally managed to climb inside.

After feeding it a packet of "All-Purpose Vegetarian Animal Feed," Liu Zheng then picked up the order sheet.

"Food Item: One serving of the Eighteen Arhats Meeting."

"Address: 72 Spring Road."

"Orderer: Gun God."

"Time Limit: One hour."

"Gun God?"

He raised an eyebrow upon noticing the name of the orderer.

The moniker carried a rather imposing presence, but one had to wonder how the spear technique of this