The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1422 - 859: Timor Layman vs. the Cashier_2

Then, he lightly touched the scroll with his hand, leaving a fingerprint that resembled a delicate petal upon the surface.

"This painting is a token of my gratitude for you perusing the secret manuals. Kindly present it to Master Ma."

Timor Layman accepted the paper and casually flung it towards Liu Zheng.

The paper drifted downwards, seemingly weightless, as if carried by a gentle breeze.

Nevertheless, Liu Zheng did not dare to underestimate its descent and immediately activated his Six-Armed Asura mode, amplifying his power to its utmost limit.

Six hands, appearing as if sculpted from molten lava, simultaneously reached out from various angles to intercept the paper, as though the intense heat would reduce it to cinders in an instant.

"It's so heavy!"

As Liu Zheng's six hands made contact, they plunged downwards, and the floor beneath him gave way, sending both himself and the paper plunging into the nearby lake.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

He first secured the paper within his Qiankun Ring before clambering back onto the shore.

"Ptooey!"

Liu Zheng opened his mouth and expectorated a white strip of paper.

"Layman, you’re being a little mischievous, aren't you?"

He deliberately shook the water from his clothes as he re-entered the gallery, addressing Timor Layman.

"If Master receives the painting with the force of ten thousand pounds, the painting will naturally weigh ten thousand pounds. However, if Master receives it with a force of only ten pounds, the painting will weigh merely ten pounds."

Timor Layman responded with a smile.

"You are correct. May I proceed with signing for the delivery now?"

Liu Zheng inquired.

As long as he was willing to sign, the plunge into the Underwater River was merely an inconsequential jest.

Should he refuse to sign, however, retribution for this slight would be absolutely necessary.

"In that case, let us proceed with the signing."

Timor Layman finally acquiesced.

"Kindly wait a moment then."

After a prolonged moment of contemplation, Liu Zheng eventually retrieved the 'Legendary Deliveryman’s Bloody Underpants.'

Items of perfect quality are exceedingly rare, and those originating from a restaurant possess added value.

Furthermore, the restorative effects of the 'Life, Old Age, Illness, and Death Stew' are notably potent.

Although the description of '50% chance of resurrection or death upon use' might seem unreliable, when considered from the perspective of using it on the deceased, it translates to a straightforward '50% chance of resurrection.'

Such resurrection artifacts are invaluable regardless of their probability, and a fifty percent chance is not insignificant.

What if he happened to not procure the full set effect of the Legendary Takeout Box?

If that were the case, he would naturally seize the opportunity to engage in some forceful actions while the set effect remained active.

Believing it prudent to utilize it at this juncture, otherwise, where would he find another perfect-quality dish if he didn't chance upon the complete set effect?

With this thought, Liu Zheng decisively placed the undergarment atop his head.

Timor Layman observed this action with evident disdain.

Although the Buddhist Sect adheres to contemplation of impurity, as a martial monk, he had certainly not cultivated such a practice.

Conversely, Liu Zheng appeared entirely unfazed.

Having already experienced the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup, this minor element of impurity was of no consequence to him.

"Activate effect three."

He mentally commanded the system.

"'Legendary Deliveryman’s Bloody Underpants' effect three has been successfully activated. Random selection is in progress..."

"Selection complete. The player has obtained the 'Legendary Deliveryman’s Takeout Box' set effect."

"The takeout box will automatically verify if the dish is appropriate. Any dishes stored within will not spoil or degrade. Upon successful delivery, it will automatically duplicate a delivered dish (limited to qualities below perfect)."

The system's notifications chimed in succession.

"Not bad, quite sensible,"

Liu Zheng commended the system.

Nevertheless, the Legendary Deliveryman Set comprises only four pieces, making a twenty-five percent probability for obtaining this particular effect quite substantial.

If his real-life lottery odds were as favorable, he would have achieved financial independence a long time ago.

"It is ready. Please sign for it."

Liu Zheng respectfully presented the lunch box.

"Very well."

Timor Layman opened the lunch box, revealing the 'Life, Old Age, Illness, and Death Soup' contained within.

"Such generosity. It appears the establishment holds me in high esteem,"

He remarked with a playful, wry smile.

"A talent such as yourself, Layman, undoubtedly merits the finest cuisine."

Liu Zheng offered a flattering reply.

Indeed, life, old age, illness, and death represent some of the eight major sufferings within the Buddhist doctrine. The White Feather Chicken likely conceived this dish, drawing inspiration from both the Eight Hot Hell Yellow Soup and the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup.

"Layman, your praise is excessive. Unwelcome guests are approaching, making it inconvenient to entertain at present. I must ask you to depart."

Timor Layman clasped his hands together, then proceeded to remove his outer garment.

Beneath the simple attire, his physique was as formidable and polished as Mount Sumeru itself.

It seemed his intention was to partake in a complimentary meal.

"May your endeavors be successful."

Liu Zheng offered his well wishes and swiftly departed the gallery.

He engaged the spirit car's accelerator to its fullest extent and soon thereafter heard a resounding commotion erupting behind him.

A glimpse in the rearview mirror revealed a colossal, mountain-like handprint marked with a "卍" symbol descending from the heavens, its golden edges painting the blue sky.

"That's incredibly fierce," he exclaimed in awe.

Thus far, he hadn't encountered anyone who dared defy the cashier.

Perhaps there had been such individuals, but none had managed to create such a significant spectacle.

It was fitting for the victor of the "Battle of 60 Billion Nuns"; truly impressive.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng had fled swiftly, otherwise, he might have become unintended collateral damage.

With this realization, he didn't dare to delay, driving directly towards the martial arts hall's entrance.

The sharp screech of braking brakes drew Ma Baoli's attention, and she emerged from the hall.

"What happened to you? You look like you're being pursued!" she inquired, observing the scorched tire marks on the pavement.

"Not far behind," Liu Zheng replied.

Liu Zheng proceeded to recount the recent events.

"Wow! Such a grand event, and I missed it all. And it's all your fault!" Ma Baoli exclaimed, then placed her hands on her hips.

"Get out of here with that! You're still blaming me. If I hadn't urged you not to go, you'd be another victim of some random area-of-effect attack right now."

Liu Zheng nearly rolled his eyes out of his head.

"Hmph, how would you know if you didn't try? What if I had a breakthrough during that battle and became Metropolis's top expert?" Ma Baoli retorted defiantly.

"Stop reading so many old martial arts novels. A breakthrough during battle? More like having diarrhea during battle," Liu Zheng teased, poking her forehead.

"You're so crude!" Ma Baoli shot him a glare.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Ma Fuguo, witnessing this exchange, cleared his throat twice to announce his presence.

"Greetings, Elder Ma. Timor Layman examined the secret martial arts manuals within your hall but chose not to accept them. They are returned to you in their original condition," Liu Zheng said with a bow, presenting the four manuals to Ma Fuguo.

Ma Fuguo accepted the manuals, his expression intricate.

Secret martial arts manuals were valuable, even as a temporary measure, and Timor Layman's refusal to accept them instilled a sense of mild offense.

"Alas, as long as your endeavors were not hindered, Young Hero Liu," he sighed deeply.

"However, he held Young Master Ma in high regard and asked me to convey this painting to her," Liu Zheng added, sensing Ma Fuguo's unspoken thoughts.

"What painting? Give it to me, give it to me now!" Ma Baoli's eyes sparkled as she eagerly requested.

"What's the hurry? Although the painting appears to be a simple sheet, it's heavier than a building. Prepare yourself before I bring it out, lest you strain your back," Liu Zheng quipped, rolling his eyes.

"That impressive, huh? Just a moment."

Ma Baoli took a deep breath, her body trembling slightly as her clothes billowed, infused with Qi Force, much like a rooster puffing up its feathers.

"Hum! Ha!" she grunted, releasing her breath with audible sounds, emitting roars akin to a tiger and chants like a dragon from her limbs, accompanied by a thundering rumble from her internal organs.

"I'm ready," Ma Baoli declared solemnly, squatting into a prepared stance.

"Alright, brace yourself. Infinite Heavenly Venerable," Liu Zheng announced. He extended his hand, causing the painting to float from the Qiankun Ring directly into Ma Baoli's grasp.

"Boom!"

Ma Baoli's stance faltered, her balance collapsing as the seemingly light paper crashed heavily to the ground.

"Hahaha!!!" Liu Zheng erupted in hearty laughter.

The saying goes, while one may pity a brother's suffering, one also fears experiencing that suffering oneself. Since he had been tricked once, Ma Baoli was naturally not going to be spared.

"Liu Zheng! I'm going to chop you to bits!" she shrieked.