The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1395 846: So This Is What a "Gun God" Is
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"No matter who dispatched you, inform your master that my temper is foul today, and I have no intention of working."
After the doorbell chimed thrice, a voice emanated from within the residence.
The voice, belonging to a man, sounded as if it were from someone in their thirties or forties, exceptionally raspy, as though he hadn't consumed water in decades.
"Greetings, I'm a part-time promoter for Unlucky Coffee, specializing in gourmet items. I possess numerous new beverages and desserts. Would you care for a tasting? They are complimentary," Liu Zheng stated.
"I require none. I wish only to drink, drink!" the man's voice abruptly intensified.
"Indeed, sir, I have precisely that. I've prepared signature drinks from the collaboration between Du Kang Wine Workshop and Unlucky Coffee. Would you be interested in sampling them?" he inquired, unfazed.
"Oh? Do you offer a vodka variant?" the man inquired, momentarily taken aback.
"Yes, a vodka coconut latte, with the alcohol-to-coffee ratio adjustable on the spot," Liu Zheng responded.
"Hold on, allow me to dress," the man declared.
More than ten minutes elapsed before the door was finally opened.
A man of remarkably sturdy build presented himself to Liu Zheng.
His dark hair, of medium length, was parted and slicked back, exuding a polished sheen.
A dense, curly beard adorned his face, giving the impression of an unkempt thicket, untouched by any grooming shears.
While his facial structure could be deemed conventionally handsome, his pale blue eyes held a peculiar magnetism, akin to twin swirling nebulae.
"Hic!" – The man attempted to speak but instead emitted a resounding belch.
A gust, a potent mixture of food, digestive fluids, and alcohol, washed over Liu Zheng, striking him with the force of a heavy blow.
Liu Zheng subtly shifted aside.
While the intensity of that exhalation certainly didn't rival the putrid stench of a sewer, he harbored no desire to experience it firsthand.
After all, the sensation of being subjected to an indiscriminate olfactory assault, as opposed to a targeted one, felt distinctly different emotionally.
"Are you sporting a uniform from the Bloody Restaurant?" the man inquired, punctuating his question with two more belches.
"It's unavoidable; the compensation is insufficient, necessitating multiple part-time endeavors," Liu Zheng replied with a shrug.
"Ah. Where is the liquor? Hand it over." The man extended a hand.
His palm was broad, marked with scars and calluses, suggesting a history of manual labor.
"Kindly wait a moment. Infinite Heavenly Venerable," Liu Zheng retrieved a bottle of Copper Mark vodka and a cup of latte from his Qiankun Ring, preparing to concoct the requested vodka latte.
"Just give them all to me," the man interjected impatiently.
His pale blue eyes emanated a captivating aura, compelling Liu Zheng to instinctively comply with his demand.
"Roar!" – The formidable roar of the Extreme Fury Asura pierced through the piercing, chisel-like gaze that had been fixed upon Liu Zheng.
"Oh, you've learned to defend yourself, have you? Quite commendable, quite commendable," he complimented the Artificial Body.
It appeared that, following the incident where he shattered the Treasure King's Gaba Bowl, the Extreme Fury Asura's responsiveness had improved considerably.
"Here you are, sir." Despite the momentary lapse in his own control, Liu Zheng presented both the liquor and coffee to the man.
He detected no malicious intent from the man, only a pronounced sense of impatience.
"Mmm..." Indeed, the man paid no heed to the residual effects of the failed mind control attempt, instead clutching his head and downing both the spirits and the coffee in quick succession.
"How does it taste?" Liu Zheng inquired intentionally.
"Hic! Not bad, truly not bad. Do you possess more?" the man praised enthusiastically.
It remained ambiguous precisely what aspect he found so commendable.
"Naturally. Infinite Heavenly Venerable." Liu Zheng promptly produced three more bottles of Copper Mark.
He recognized that the man's interest wasn't particularly in the coffee; his sole desire was to imbibe.
"Quickly, hand over the spirits!" the man urged impatiently.
However, he had also, perhaps subconsciously, learned a lesson and refrained from attempting to exert mind control over Liu Zheng again.
"I can provide the spirits, but you must consent to one condition," Liu Zheng stated.
"What condition? State it plainly!" the man pressed.
"Sign for the delivery," Liu Zheng replied.
"Mmm..." The man shook his head, a semblance of lucidity seemingly returning.
"So, you deceived me. You are, in fact, here to deliver my order," he observed, fixing his gaze upon Liu Zheng.
Those azure eyes once again blazed with intensity, yet this time, instead of penetrating Liu Zheng's mind, they illuminated him as if under an operating room lamp, creating the sensation that all his thoughts were laid bare beneath their scrutiny.
"I did not mislead you. I do indeed have collaborations with both Unlucky Coffee and Du Kang Wine Workshop, and I have profited considerably from them," Liu Zheng clarified, shaking his head.
His intention was genuinely to introduce the premium beverages and edibles, with the delivery service being an ancillary aspect.
"I am merely intoxicated, do not mistake me for an imbecile."
The man declared with a chill in his voice.
"Indeed not, your piercing gaze showcases the profound wisdom you hold."
Liu Zheng responded.
"Enough of your saccharine words, young man. You've enjoyed my wine and coffee, now depart from my presence. It's best served for our mutual benefit."
The man stated.
"That course of action would not serve me well, respected sir. Failure to complete my task would invite severe retribution upon me."
He conveyed, shaking his head.
"What concern is that of mine? I placed no such order. Rather, you should deem yourself fortunate that I permit your departure."
The man rejoined.
"Your peculiar speech pattern..."
Liu Zheng pondered aloud, his attention also drawn to the distinctive black robe the man wore.