Chapter 649: Chapter 649

"I don’t care. I’m not a professional assassin. Without the right tools, how am I supposed to kill someone?"

He said unreasonably.

"Alright, I’ll try to persuade the company."

"Hmm. Once this job is done, you should be able to move up a bit, right?"

"The Deputy Director said if I can make this happen, getting promoted to Senior Manager shouldn’t be a problem."

Wang Manni said softly.

"That’s good, the higher your position, the more useful you are to me. Work hard."

He said with satisfaction.

"Yeah, yeah, I’ll definitely try to be useful to you, Mr. Deliveryman."

Wang Manni nodded vigorously.

"Anything else? If not, I’m hanging up."

"Um, Mr. Deliveryman."

Wang Manni called softly.

Liu Zheng hung up the phone.

He kind of knew what Wang Manni wanted to say, but he didn’t want to hear it.

He’s a man who wants to become the delivery king, no time for all this pointless chit-chat.

"Sometimes you’re more of a succubus than a succubus, and sometimes you’re as dense as a block of wood."

Niu Ma couldn’t help but tease.

"That’s why I say I’m not like that at all, this whole succubus thing is just your misunderstanding of me."

Niu Ma spat at him from afar, launching a stream of saliva.

He quickly rotated his arm to shield against it.

Looking at the sticky saliva on his arm, Liu Zheng made a disgusted face.

"Hahaha, serves you right. If you have the guts, chop off your arm."

Niu Ma laughed heartily.

"Forget it, I’ll just go to the Jidao Public Bath for a shower later."

He hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

With Niu Ma’s disposition, even if he did chop off his arm, it would just keep spitting at him.

Niu Ma, having failed his plot, closed his eyes and feigned sleep.

"Oh, right, I forgot to give the bugs to the Weaving Spider Lady."

Liu Zheng patted his forehead and called the Weaving Spider Lady.

Soon, the recluse spider crawled out of the shadows.

Seeing a bunch of bugs on the cart, it squeaked excitedly and couldn’t even wait for Liu Zheng to close his eyes before it pounced down from the ceiling.

"You pick eleven kinds, the remaining nine are mine. If you dare take more, I’ll squeeze out all my webs for you."

The Weaving Spider Lady squeaked discontentedly but slowed its actions.

It spit out webs, wrapping most of the bugs, including the big wooden box.

"Come to think of it, I’ve always wanted to ask, don’t spiders usually spin webs from their rear? How come you’re using your mouth?"

"Squeak squeak! Squeak squeak squeak! Squeak squeak squeak squeak! Squeak squeak!"

The Weaving Spider Lady spoke excitedly in a string of noises.

"Master, what did it mean?"

"None of your business."

"It said all that just to mean those three words?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

"The rest was cursing, you want to hear it?"

Niu Ma looked at him askew.

"That’s not necessary."

Having wrapped the bugs, the Weaving Spider Lady eagerly left.

"Master, do you have a pot or something?"

"Why? You going to cook something?"

"No, it’s for making bait material."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"That’s food too. What are you using? The bugs?"

"Yes, nine types of bugs and nine types of spirits, that’s the recipe the Salmon’s owner told me, to catch a very rare fish."

He said without hiding anything.

"Sounds delicious, I mean, appetizing."

Niu Ma extended his thick tongue to lick his nose.

"Aren’t you a Niu Ma? Why would you like eating bugs?"

"I am Niu Ma, not a cow or a horse, what’s eating bugs, I even eat people."

Niu Ma rolled his eyes.

"But I still need a third ingredient."

"Salmon’s cat feces."

He took out a large plastic bag filled with yellow-brown and black-brown cat feces.

One strip after another, even divided into sections, the texture looks rather tough, but still appears quite healthy.

Niu Ma closed his eyes again.

He eats all kinds of meat, but not everything.

"Don’t sleep, boss, lend me the pot first."

"Dream on, not even Napoleon can use my pot to stew crap!"

Niu Ma refused without hesitation.

He pouted, thinking he might as well borrow one from the Clinic later.

Just as he was lost in thought, Ghost Hand crawled in from outside.

Seeing the cart full of liquor and bugs, it turned into a shadow and rushed over.

Liu Zheng quickly blocked it.

Ghost Hand drooled while staring at him, its longing apparent even without words.

Unfortunately, those things are indeed useful.

Liu Zheng stuffed a dried fish into its mouth.

Ghost Hand swallowed it whole, then pouted.

Though dried fish is good, how can it compare to liquor with bugs?

Of course, since Liu Zheng was determined not to give it, Ghost Hand had no choice but to gaze longingly before dropping the takeout slip in its hand.

Liu Zheng patted its back apologetically before picking up the takeout slip from the floor.

"Dish: Deluxe Battleship Sushi"

"Address: Jidao Public Bath"

"Ordered by: Yang Cong"

"Delivery time limit: Half an hour"

Looking at the name of the person who ordered, he felt a headache coming.

Although he knew he’d have to deliver to acquaintances someday, he didn’t expect it to be this soon.

He deeply suspected that the restaurant was targeting him.

Luckily it’s Yang Cong; if it were Vampire Sister, Liu Zheng would be truly troubled.

Given Vampire Sister’s current condition, she definitely couldn’t withstand being collected.

However, whether Yang Cong can take it is still an unknown.

Referring to Secretary Li at Ga Ga Shuang Bathhouse; you don’t want to deliver to Yang Cong and leave behind only a head.

"Hmm, better make a phone call to check."

Liu Zheng called Guo Koutangzi.

The sound of rushing water echoed from the other end.

"Aren’t you taking a shower?"

He had some imaginative thoughts.

"What? You want to make a video call?"

Guo Koutangzi retorted.

"If only I could video call. By the way, why do you talk just like the nightingale?"

"Who sounds like that doll?! Are you having a seizure or not, if not, then hang up quickly."

Guo Koutangzi was suddenly angry.

"See, I just said one sentence, and you got all worked up. It’s serious business."

He hurriedly explained.

Guo Koutangzi said impatiently.

"Did Yang Cong order takeout?"

"How should I know if he ordered takeout or not; I’m his leader, not his mother."

Guo Koutangzi replied.

"You better ask, in case he ordered something weird and ate himself to death?"

He emphasized the word ’takeout.’

The sound of rushing water suddenly stopped; Guo Koutangzi probably turned off the water valve.

Guo Koutangzi’s tone was grave.

Liu Zheng denied flatly.

Guo Koutangzi hung up the phone.

Soon, she called back.

"Yang Cong didn’t order takeout."

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"I don’t know either."

Guo Koutangzi’s voice sounded somewhat confused.

The residents of the Metropolis all know that being forced to receive takeout from the Bloody Restaurant is a terrifying thing, but how terrifying not many truly understand.

And those who survive the orders won’t go around broadcasting the matter, ultimately only telling those close to them.

Unfortunately, the Jiwei Group lacks this cultural knowledge, and Liu Zheng couldn’t possibly tell her.

"Forget it, let’s see when I get there."

"You’re delivering takeout to Yang Cong?"

"My job is a delivery worker."

"Don’t forget, it was us who helped you keep that tree."

"I haven’t forgotten."

"I have no family, Yang Cong and the others are my family. If anyone wants to harm them, even a god, I’d smash their head with a soup pot."

"Liu Zheng, don’t force me!"

Guo Koutangzi’s tone was intense and resolute.