It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Liu Zheng felt that his words seemed to reveal something.

"So how many do you want?"

he asked.

"Three should be enough."

The fisherman paused and said.

"Three?! Then you might as well let the sewer rip my balls to vent your anger."

Liu Zheng shouted.

A cosplay costume is a killer weapon that combines multiple functions such as combat, camouflage, and fun, so it can't be cheap no matter how you think about it.

It’s not easy to deal with one thing, let alone three. And the bloody restaurant is not owned by him.

"I can think of a way, but I need at least two pieces. I can pay for the cost, but you have to come to the sewer before I can give it to you. Or you can ask the female divers to come down and get it."

The fisherman said.

Liu Zheng felt that the last sentence was his real purpose.

"I can ask the Ama to go down and get the money, but I don't think it's about the money."

He sighed.

When the Ama heard her own name, she curled her lips but said nothing.

"Then I can't help you unless you want fish. How are the Ama these days?"

the fisherman asked.

"It's pretty good. I have delicious food, spicy drinks and someone to warm my bed. I just made a small fortune by following him."

Although they are all potatoes, they are produced by the Bloody Restaurant, so the taste is guaranteed.

"How come that yellow-haired guy is still alive?!"

The fisherman said angrily.

"You didn't ask me to kill her."

Liu Zheng said innocently.

"Then I'll let you kill her now!"

The fisherman said immediately.

"Forget it. In my current state, she could almost kill me. Oh, you haven't told me how to relieve constipation yet."

He remembered and asked.

“Wait until you get the cosplay costume.

"Mysterious, dead."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone.

"You can secretly agree to his request, and then seek cooperation from my brothers and sisters. The success rate is very high."

Nightingale, who had been listening in, suggested enthusiastically.

"Don't try to test me with your tricks. I, Liu Zheng, can kneel down and lick feet to survive, but I will never betray my friends."

Liu Zheng said coldly.

"So we are already friends?"

Nightingale looked surprised.

"I guess we are friends with wine and beans."

He said.

We drank red wine together and ate potatoes together.

"It sounds awful."

Nightingale curled her lips.

The term "drinking and eating friends" is bad enough, and the term "drinking and bean friends" sounds like something out of a low-budget comedy movie.

"That's right, it sounds harsh. How can a delivery boy like me learn this culture? Come on, stop wasting time and let's go."

He still had to hurry back to ask about the cosplay costumes.

According to past experience, even if he could get it, he would have to complete some prerequisite tasks first.

"Then go back and find a way to order me a plate of Maoxuewang."

The vampire girl interrupted.

"If you don't drink the blood bag, what's the point of eating Maoxuewang?"

Liu Zheng was speechless.

"The blood bags sold on the market are all low-quality goods. The blood in your restaurant's Maoxuewang can provide the nutrients I need. Otherwise, I will be in this state for at least half a year."

"Why don't you go help me with Vlad III."

The vampire girl said.

"Then why don't you just order takeout?"

"do not want!"

The vampire girl screamed.

"The last time I ordered that mashed potato, it was enough to torment me. If you order it again, I won't be able to maintain my human form."

"That"

Liu Zheng looked at the mermaid and then at the nightingale.

The two of them looked away tacitly.

"Oh, okay, I'll think of a way."

He sighed.

After all, they are brothers who shared the loot together, so why are they like fake sisters?

"Hehe, I knew you were the best."

The vampire girl hugged Liu Zheng's hoof and rubbed it.

It was a pity that she was now flat and Liu Zheng only felt it was noisy.

After leaving the cemetery, he drove his Ferrari and took the three of them to the vicinity of the "Red Witch" board game hall.

The board game hall has a rule that if you take a day off, you have to make up for it by working the night shift.

Although they had just made some money, it was not enough for them to quit their jobs.

Jobs at the "Red Witch" board game hall are quite popular. It's easy to get out but hard to get in.

After sending the person off, Liu Zheng drove back to the bloody restaurant.

As soon as I got out of the car, the driver appeared in the driving seat.

His thoughts wandered for a moment, and then his expression became strange.

If the driver is actually always there but just invisible, then isn't it the same as him sitting on the driver and driving the car?

"The car service is over. The car has no bumps, no damage, and no violation record. After the discount, the total charge is 2,000 yuan."

the driver said.

Hiss, the money he spends on one delivery trip is more than what he earns from a month’s work.

Fortunately, he is rich now.

"I just went to the cemetery. I wanted to get some bloodworms, but they were all blown to death. But I have some connections with the people in the kitchen. I will ask them if they have anything else."

Liu Zheng said as he paid the money.

The less work is done, the more you need to report.

As the saying goes, even if there is no credit, there is still hard work. This is the truth.

"You have a heart."

The driver was indeed very satisfied.

"The Fart Cannonballs in stock are about to expire automatically, so hurry up if you want them. We don't know when the next restock will be."

Out of gratitude for Liu Zheng's attentiveness, he reminded.

"What is a fart missile?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I can't say too much, I can only tell you that it is a very powerful shell that can automatically change direction and hit the enemy."

the driver said.

"Isn't that a missile?"

"It's nothing like a missile. Its guidance mechanism is bizarre and very interesting. You'll find out when you use it."

The driver said with a subtle expression.

"This type of shell is not very reliable when used alone, but it is very useful when three or more are used together, and can ignore many defensive measures."

"How powerful is it? Can it guarantee to kill cattle and horses?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Why do you always want to blow up your boss? Aren't you two on good terms?"

The driver asked in surprise.

"How did you know?"

"If you don't have a good relationship with it, you won't have the opportunity to rent a Ferrari."

the driver said.

"That's true."

He nodded.

Before he grew up, it would be almost effortless for cattle and horses to kill him.

"So why do you keep using it as a target?"

The driver asked again.

"The secondary reason is that it has the most appropriate strength."

Liu Zheng replied.

The Nightingale and the Ama are too weak, Si Xue and the Red Ghost are too strong, and the Novelist and Ottawa are too unpredictable.

"What's the main reason?"

"The main reason is of course because I want to kill it and become the boss myself."

He said seriously.

"Hahaha, you humans are really interesting. Let's go. Contact me if you need a car."

The driver started the engine.

"You haven't told me yet whether you can blow up my boss?"

"Five fart bombs, guaranteed to kill."

The driver stepped on the accelerator and disappeared into thin air.

All five are guaranteed to be a sure thing, so do you have five left in stock?

Liu Zheng expressed his contempt for this kind of behavior of speaking half-sentences, then turned and walked into the takeaway channel.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

As soon as he entered the lounge, he was startled by the cows and horses with their butts sticking up, and he quickly closed his eyes.