Chapter 855: Chapter 855
"Then either you give me back my money."
Liu Zheng extended his hand.
"Isn’t this the coffin money you gave me?"
The servant clutched his clothes tightly.
"Yeah, but you aren’t dead yet. Why buy a coffin?"
He replied with righteous confidence.
"Alright, then I’ll go back and look for it."
The servant said reluctantly.
As the saying goes, parting with money is hard; if Liu Zheng had offered money for him to buy it initially, he might not have agreed.
But now the money is already in hand, asking him to give it back is absolutely impossible.
As for reneging, the servant wouldn’t dare.
Just now, Samurai Yifa almost made it clear that he spared his life considering Liu Zheng’s influence.
Likewise, Samurai Yifa could also take his life considering Liu Zheng’s influence.
"This is just a deposit; the faster you find the Breathing Technique and give it to me, the more you’ll get in full payment."
"Then I’ll notify my family to start searching right away."
Deeply stirred, the servant immediately took out his mobile phone.
The two slowed their pace, and after the servant finished instructing his family, they arrived at the private room door.
"Guest, please enter, I’ll wait at the door."
The servant opened the paper door and said respectfully.
Liu Zheng pushed the door open, only to see Shi Tiantian already soaking in the bath while Shisan Yao was personally adding water.
"You little punk finally arrived, hurry up and get to work."
Seeing him come in, Shisan Yao jumped off the ladder and tossed the bucket towards him.
"Director, isn’t it inappropriate to make a guest work?"
Liu Zheng caught the water bucket and said.
"So it’s appropriate for me, the esteemed director, to help you work instead?"
If it weren’t for secrecy, he wouldn’t have demeaned himself doing customer service tasks.
"I think it’s quite appropriate."
Liu Zheng grumbled softly, while holding the bucket and going to the faucet for water.
"Mix in the essential oil, five drops per bucket should do."
Shisan Yao instructed.
He followed the directions, bucket after bucket filling Shi Tiantian’s large bath.
"You’re much weaker than the last time you came."
Shisan Yao said thoughtfully.
"I actually think I’ve become stronger."
Liu Zheng casually replied.
"Really? I haven’t seen it."
"Maybe I’m strong on the inside but weak on the outside. By the way, Director, do you smoke?"
"I don’t smoke ordinary cigarettes."
"Don’t worry, these are premium ones."
Liu Zheng took out a pack of special cigarettes given by Black Skull, opened it, and handed a cigarette to Shisan Yao.
"This is a special supply from the sanitation department, try it, Director."
"You’re quite resourceful, kid."
Seeing the crossed broom and sword symbol on the box, a hint of apprehension flashed in Shisan Yao’s eyes.
But he calmly accepted the cigarette, holding it in his mouth.
"Let me light it for you."
Liu Zheng took out a corn cob pipe and said enthusiastically.
"Whoa, what the heck is that?!"
As soon as he took out the pipe, Shisan Yao jumped back, transforming into black smoke and retreating to the corner of the room.
Shi Tiantian, originally enjoying the bath, also stood up immediately, staring fixedly at the pipe in Liu Zheng’s hand.
Liu Zheng said with an innocent look.
"I know it’s a pipe, but what’s with the fire inside?"
Shisan Yao asked loudly.
"It’s normal for there to be fire inside a pipe, isn’t it?"
"But the fire in your pipe isn’t normal, it’s more terrifying than the flames of Prison Flame Island, and it’s not just one type. Are you here to negotiate or to set the place ablaze?"
Shisan Yao questioned.
"Prison Flame Island? What’s that place?"
Hearing this, Liu Zheng’s heart skipped a beat.
Since Shisan Yao compared Prison Flame Island’s fire to the fire in the pipe, it suggests they might not differ much.
And since it’s an island, while its quality might be questionable, its quantity should be plentiful.
"Kid, are you asking me or am I asking you? Don’t you know to respect your seniors?"
Shisan Yao wouldn’t indulge him.
"Alright, I took on a task to collect various high-quality flames, the fire in the pipe is what I’ve gathered already."
"Just now I heard you say the flames of Prison Flame Island are fierce, so I thought I’d collect some too."
"Who assigned you this task?"
Shisan Yao persisted in asking.
"The Tomb Guardian of the cemetery."
"... Who are you, really?"
Shisan Yao looked at him with a complex expression.
"Just an ordinary delivery guy. So Director, can you help me with this favor?"
"I can help collect the flames, but you have to give me the pipe, you can’t go yourself. That’s our Killing Intent Fluctuation Fist’s legacy grounds; only members of our sect can enter."
Shisan Yao thought for a moment and said.
"How long will it take?"
"Alright, then I thank you, Director."
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll run off with the pipe?"
Shisan Yao said deliberately.
"I trust you, Director. Besides, this matter involves several big shots. If you really ran off with the pipe, wherever you go would become a no-man’s land."
"Hmph, you rascal. Give it to me."
Shisan Yao extended his hand. Googlᴇ search NoveIＦire.net
"Yeah, you don’t need me here for your discussion anyway."
"No rush, no rush. I’m more at ease with you here, let’s wait until the discussion is over."
He held onto Shisan Yao’s shoulder.
"Go, go, go, stop being all chummy. If someone sees, they might think I’ve changed my preferences. If you’re cautious, just say it, why bother with these pretentious acts?"