"So when the Speaker of the House knocks, we’re just supposed to hand him over, right?"
Liu Zheng grumbled to himself.
But he knew that this was the biggest promise Si Xue could make.
In a place like Metropolis, a boss who doesn’t make subordinates take the blame is already a good boss.
"I’ve been at the Bloody Restaurant for so many years, and the boss has called me fewer times than he has you these past few days."
When Liu Zheng returned to the break room, Niu Ma couldn’t help but complain.
"This is not a good thing, boss."
"What did you do this time?"
"The boss said that Peacock will order takeout tomorrow."
"... That’s not a big deal, I can deliver it."
Niu Ma’s tail quivered, then he said nonchalantly.
"But, it’ll cost extra."
"No use, the boss said as long as I don’t deliver, Peacock will keep ordering."
Liu Zheng shook his head.
"So what do you plan to do?"
"I’ve already talked to the boss, she will let you resign safely and pretend to not know about your smuggling."
"Are you sick? Do I need you worrying about my issues?"
"Boss, you should brush your teeth; your breath stinks."
Liu Zheng said with disgust.
Although he didn’t brush his teeth either, his teeth had grown back and his breath was very fresh.
"Kid, don’t think because you’re going to die that I won’t beat you up."
Niu Ma glared and said.
"You should save some energy to create little Niu Mas. When the time comes, remember on my behalf to teach them not to eat people."
Liu Zheng waved his tentacles as he spoke. Follow current novels on novel⁂fire.net
"I will let them eat, I’ve wanted them to eat roasted humans since I was small, what do you have to say about that?"
Niu Ma rolled his eyes.
"Gobshite, give Napoleon a call for me."
"Do I look like your servant?"
Niu Ma grumbled, but still handed him the phone.
"Can you take the first order for takeaway tomorrow?"
Liu Zheng asked directly.
"Because by the second order I’ll have to deliver to Peacock at Emperor’s Garden."
"...So you plan to blow up the lottery shop before you die?"
Napoleon said after a moment of silence.
"Something like that, but I don’t think I’ll die."
"How long do you need?"
"The longer the better."
"Okay, I’ll try my best. Any other requests?"
"I’ve already gotten a promise from the boss, the kitchen’s smuggling business will be handled by Niu Ma, I hope you two cooperate well."
"Niu Ma has really gained a good subordinate."
Feather Chicken remarked, then hung up the phone.
"Boss, Napoleon spoke highly of you."
"I’m hard of hearing, can’t hear a thing."
Niu Ma wouldn’t play into his hand.
The kid’s pretending what garlic, Napoleon was clearly praising him.
Niu Ma spat out the Memorial Medal.
"When you leave through the delivery passage, just throw out the meal."
"No use, boss. The boss said Peacock won’t rest until he sees me at the door."
Liu Zheng shook his head.
"Enough talk, just take it if I give it to you."
Niu Ma said domineeringly.
"Alright, boss, make another call to the British for me."
He did not decline any further and pocketed the medal.
"Why call them? That dead eunuch won’t help you."
Niu Ma said as much, but he still made the call.
"Good evening, British Minister, are you satisfied with the item I sent you?"
Liu Zheng asked respectfully.
The British’s voice sounded much more masculine than before.
"What do you need from me? I’m quite busy here."
He seemed to hear panting on the other end of the call.
"It’s , I want another cosplay costume."
"What can you give me?"
The British seemed genuinely busy, so he spoke very directly.
"I know a wealthy wealthy woman who likes majestic, muscular men like you, British Minister. Next time I deliver, I’ll speak highly of your strengths to her and ask her to come to the restaurant to meet you."
"I’m sure the two of you meeting would be a match of equals, clashing with remarkable talent."
"Rest assured. You, British Minister, had better prepare some supplements ahead of time though."
Liu Zheng, recalling the lady in the purple lingerie who had an even more majestic presence than the British, confidently said.
"Okay, I’ll send the cosplay costume once I check the goods."
"That will be too late, I hope you can advance me the cosplay costume now."
"Alright. But if it doesn’t meet my expectations, you’ll become my toy."
The British agreed readily.
"Then thank you, British Minister."
Liu Zheng hung up the phone and handed it back to Niu Ma.
The British Minister’s threat was naturally terrifying, but it was completely ineffective against him.
If he could survive and return from Emperor’s Garden, his boss’s protection meant the British couldn’t touch him.
If he died at Emperor’s Garden or didn’t return, the British couldn’t carry out his revenge either.
After finishing the call with Niu Ma, Liu Zheng started making calls on his own end.
The first call, he made to Fisherman.
"Lao Deng, your son-in-law is about to die."
He opened with a critical hit.
"You really are about to die, about to be killed by me."
Fisherman gritted his teeth as he spoke.
"Enough with the jokes. I’m delivering to Peacock at Emperor’s Garden tomorrow, and it’s likely a one-way trip. Got any ideas?"
Liu Zheng cut off his spellcasting.
Fisherman went silent on the other end, seemingly recalling who that was.
"I heard that she owns more than half of the office buildings in Metropolis."
"Oh, her. How did you get on her bad side?"
"Nothing much, just blew up one of her floors, wiped out the property management and corporate management completely."
Liu Zheng spoke with an air of triviality.
"...You really bring disaster wherever you go. That woman is tough, unless you can get her down to the sewers, I don’t have much of a way."
"If I could get her down to the sewers, I wouldn’t need you to deal with her."
Why not just have Sha Jiang swing an axe at her?
Or have Red Ghost fire a shell to blast her into nothingness along with her means of production.
"If nothing else works, hide in the sewer, I’ll talk to the sewers, let you be my assistant."
Fisherman thought for a moment and then said.
"Forget it, I don’t want to eat shit every day. Got any powerful items, even disgusting ones?"
"I do have some, you sure you want to use them? If used, your feud with Peacock might become irreconcilable."
"It’s already irreparable now, I can’t die twice, can I?"
"Alright then, give me a call before you come down."
Fisherman decisively ended the call.
Images of various styles flashed before Liu Zheng’s eyes, then he dialed a series of numbers.