Damn, minimum spending requirement, huh?
Looking at the front desk clerk's stance, it was clear he couldn't avoid playing.
He simply sprawled boldly on the sofa, leaning back into a relaxed slouch.
"What kind of activities do you have here?"
Liu Zheng said in a tone that suggested he was heading straight to jail.
"We are the largest board game establishment in this city. We have all the activities other places have, and activities that other places don't have as well."
The front desk clerk retracted her fangs and walked over, even pouring him a cup of black tea.
"Then let's go fishing."
"That's exactly what I mean by board game! The kind where you shoot fishing nets and cannonballs to catch fish and earn points."
Liu Zheng gestured with his hands.
"Guest, that doesn't count as a board game either."
The front desk clerk maintained her smile.
"How dare you assume its category?"
"It's played on a table and it's a game, so how is it not a board game?"
He spoke with conviction, determined to justify the fishing arcade game.
"Guest, being deliberately obstructive will result in punishment from me."
The front desk clerk's smile gradually faded.
"What kind of punishment?"
Liu Zheng asked, looking at her slender waist.
"Drained dry and made into a rug."
The front desk clerk pointed at the floor.
He looked at the ground and only then noticed that those circular patterns were actually flattened skulls.
"That won't do. I'm allergic to dust."
Liu Zheng shook his head.
"Then please don't make unreasonable demands, guest."
"Fine, fine. Then can we play Gomoku at least?"
The front desk clerk was stunned.
"If you're going to say Gomoku isn't a board game either, that would be a bit excessive, you know."
"If you go too far, I might lose my temper too."
Liu Zheng pulled out the chew stick and slapped it rhythmically against his palm.
The front desk clerk was so frightened her fangs extended to an extraordinary length.
She asked in a low voice.
"Just a mere delivery guy. Hurry up, are we playing or not?"
"Since the guest has a request, our establishment will naturally do its best to accommodate. However, the shop doesn't have Gomoku. Please wait a moment, I will go buy a set immediately."
The front desk clerk said helplessly.
"Why buy one? Don't we have materials right here?"
"Uh, I don't understand what the guest means."
"Use local materials, make a set on the spot."
He drew the boning knife and sliced off the tip of one tentacle.
He trimmed off the excess parts, smoothed and rounded the edges and corners, and one game piece was ready.
"My bones are white, so they count as the white pieces. You dye your bones black, so you count as the black pieces. You can go first."
"Wow, you're getting a huge advantage."
Liu Zheng said in an envious tone.
"Guest, even with pieces, we can't play without a board."
The front desk clerk said with a forced smile.
"Who says there's no board?"
He lifted his shirt and cut off a rectangular piece of skin.
Not too much, not too little, exactly half the size of a game board.
"Alright, now it's your turn."
Liu Zheng handed the knife to the front desk clerk.
"What? You don't dare?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"If you can't even fulfill a guest's request, what kind of front desk clerk are you? And you're wearing a maid outfit? Is this the attitude a maid has towards her master?"
"With this level of service, how dare you receive guests? Are you worthy? How worthy are you?"
Liu Zheng slammed the table hard.
Listening to his accusations, the front desk clerk's eyes almost spat fire, her hands clenched tightly into fists.
Her sharp nails pierced her palms, and drops of blood dripped onto the human-skin carpet.
But beneath the anger, deep in her eyes, there was also a trace of fear.
"I'm giving you two choices now: either play chess with me, or I'll go to the Municipal Government to complain about your establishment."
Hearing this, the front desk clerk sneered.
"You're just a delivery guy. The Municipal Government won't pay any attention to you."
"Is that so? What if I have a first-class citizen file the complaint?"
"You? How could a mere delivery guy like you know a first-class citizen?"
The front desk clerk was somewhat flustered but also skeptical.
"Judging a person by their cover."
Liu Zheng looked at her disdainfully.
"Do you know Oink, the Heaven's Butcher? I chat and laugh with him."
"Do you know the Fire Mage? I call his name, and he doesn't even dare to respond."
"The casino owner, the Demon? I made him lose heavily, and he could only stare helplessly."
"You must know the Fisherman from the sewer, right? I went to his fishing ground to steal fish, and he even gave me one for free."
One heavyweight name after another made the front desk clerk's face grow paler and paler.
She could sense that this guy in front of her didn't seem to be lying.
"I'll count to ten. After ten, I'll turn around and leave."
"The moment I go to the Municipal Government to complain, I'll immediately send the kitchen's procurement staff to buy people."
"Tomorrow's chef's special at the Bloody Restaurant will be vampire sashimi."
Liu Zheng said ominously.
The front desk clerk screamed.
Her agitated emotions caused the blood vessels all over her body to bulge out, like red earthworms.
"Don't? Based on what? Based on your long teeth? Based on your high blood pressure?"
"Hurry up. If you don't dare, I'll help you."
Liu Zheng raised the boning knife.
The front desk clerk still hesitated.
"Do you know what will happen to you after you're sent to the kitchen?"
"You'll be hung from the ceiling, pierced by over a dozen drills. They will continuously grind away your flesh, making you bleed constantly."
"You won't even be able to die, because the kitchen needs your blood to raise rats."
'Do you know why? Because the ingredient grade of rats is higher than yours.'
His voice was like the whisper of a devil.
The front desk clerk screamed again.
Invisible sound blades cut wounds all over Liu Zheng's body, and the carpet was torn apart.
But he didn't care at all, not even bothering to look.
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The countdown to doom continued.
Liu Zheng stood up and was about to walk out of the board game shop.
The front desk clerk gritted her teeth, snatched the boning knife from his hand.
"Have you played Gomoku before?"
The front desk clerk said hesitantly.
"A Gomoku set has 225 pieces. Among them, there are 113 black pieces."
"And I have plenty of ways to fill the entire board. You can't possibly win, and it's even more impossible for you to lose."
"After finishing one game, I'll need a new set of pieces. A human has 206 bones. How many bones does a vampire have? How many games is that enough for?"
"You have to cut bones too! You'll die too!"
The front desk clerk shouted as if grasping at her last lifeline.
Liu Zheng raised the severed tentacle; the finger bones had already regrown a section.
"And even if I were to die, so what?"
"I like being alive, but I prefer watching you all die even more."
He laughed maniacally.
"What exactly do I need to do for you to let me go?"
"Is this the attitude you use when begging someone?"
Liu Zheng's gaze turned sharp.
"Master, as long as you forgive me, Aier will do anything."
The front desk clerk knelt down and untied the ribbon on her chest.
"Really? Then do this first."
He extended his hoof.
A fierce light flickered in the front desk clerk's eyes, but she still cupped the hoof and extended her pink tongue.
"What are you doing?"
Liu Zheng asked strangely.
"I'm serving you, Master."
The front desk clerk said in an affected voice.
"Psycho, what if you give me bad breath?"
"I meant for you to trim my hooves."
He said disdainfully.