"Right, what your department head said isn’t incorrect. When you see other people from the Servicing Department, it’s best not to chat with them, just nod in acknowledgment."
Yaoji hesitated for a moment before speaking.
From his experience, the Servicing Department seemed to be the most dangerous department at the Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel•fire.net
As the saying goes, either you explode under pressure, or you turn bizarre.
And most people unable to bear the pressure don’t have the courage to vent at customers or leaders, but they do have and often use the courage to vent at colleagues and family.
"Alright, I’m off to get busy, you go on your way too."
Yaoji waved and walked deeper into the corridor with a human skin.
Liu Zheng looked at the intestines on the ground, thought about it, and still decided to put them into the Legendary Takeout Box.
Although White Feather Chicken might not accept them, they don’t take up much space anyway.
And that pajama boy likes this sort of thing, right? Maybe he could sell it to him if they happen to meet.
Liu Zheng watched Yaoji disappear into the darkness at the end of the corridor, then turned to walk in the opposite direction.
This time, he ignored the movements on either side, and perhaps the guests in the Paper Houses learned their lesson from that intestine, as no one tried to provoke him.
Standing before three elevators once again, Liu Zheng fell into thought.
Logically speaking, he should continue to take the same elevator as Samurai Yifa.
But after interacting with Samurai Yifa, he became quite interested in the other two elevators, especially the women’s elevator.
The allure of getting lucky was just too tempting, and with Liu Zheng’s current abilities and connections, he dared not imagine the scale of events he could pull off.
The old man’s elevator was also an option; it just involved playing business chess, something he had lots of experience in.
Accompanying Niu Ma was essentially revisiting an old practice; during his college days, Liu Zheng used to earn leave permits by playing chess with his counselor.
However, he didn’t really feel the joy right now.
Liu Zheng was always emotionally stable, his mood always oscillating between weary and nihilistic.
The number of joyful moments in his life was probably about the same as the times he broke even in scratch-off lottery.
As for how many times Liu Zheng has actually broken even in the lottery...
Don’t ask about it, whoever asks dies.
As for sad emotions, he had some.
Himself in reality, others in Metropolis, there were always things worth his sadness.
"Forget it, I’ll pick you next time."
Liu Zheng looked at the crying woman, then walked toward the angry man’s elevator.
"Heavenly Sound Killing Style·Silk Thread Frenzy!"
Right upon the encounter, Samurai Yifa attacked him with a slash.
Sword Energy transformed into numerous silk threads slicing towards Liu Zheng, accompanied by the ethereal and pure sound of music in his ears.
"Takeout Sword Technique·Random Hacking!"
Even though it was just a formality, he still symbolically resisted.
Being undercover calls for professionalism; it’s too much if you don’t even pretend.
Slaughter Knife and Boning Knife swung in front of Liu Zheng, casting light from their slashes. Although they lacked any systematic technique, their quick hand speed formed a defensive net.
The sound of snapping strings continuously echoed, and real damage was remarkably effective against things that lie between tangible and intangible.
Snapped Sword Energy Silk Threads whisked past his head, only taking a few strands of hair with them.
But his lower body, which wasn’t well protected, suffered badly, getting sliced up into a bloody mess by the Sword Energy net.
This was the result even with Samurai Yifa holding back; had he not, Liu Zheng might have been reduced to pieces of flesh.
This also highlighted one of Liu Zheng’s biggest weaknesses—insufficient defensive capabilities.