The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1325: Driving Home, Updates Tomorrow
"Then you could take the initiative to order some food delivery."
Liu Zheng suggested.
"Your words are exactly like the doctor who advised my father to try Blood Healing more often."
Alekseyevich said with a blank expression.
"Ah haha, I’ll be going now, goodbye."
He laughed awkwardly and left the study.
"How is the master?"
The old butler waiting outside asked.
"Pretty good, I stoked the fire twice, he’s almost sweating."
Liu Zheng replied.
"Stoked the fire twice?"
The old butler looked at him in surprise, as if wondering how he could still be standing fine.
But Liu Zheng was indeed holding on by a thread. If he hadn’t cut off his own eyelids and had the Artificial Body for support, he’d already be asleep by now.
"Are you in a condition to go back?"
The old butler also realized he wasn’t in good shape.
"Even if I can’t, I have to, unless you open up a guest room for me?"
Liu Zheng joked.
"Staying overnight is out of the question, the residence does not welcome outsiders. But you can rest for a bit; I’ll have Lyudmila bring you a few more cups of hot tea."
The old butler said.
"That’s pretty good too, thank you."
He thanked him.
"You’re welcome, it’s also the master’s wish."
After the old butler finished speaking, he went to the kitchen, and Liu Zheng called Ma Baoli.
"How’s the triple consultation going?"
He asked.
"I don’t know, they drove me out after discussing for a while. But my dad was quite Spirit, though."
Ma Baoli said.
"Yelling? What kind of yelling?"
Liu Zheng asked with an odd expression.
"Screaming, of course."
Ma Baoli said.
"Goodness, he’s screaming, and you don’t even take a look? Are you trying to cure your dad or kill him?"
He mocked.
"What do you know, Martial Arts Practitioners focus on vitality and spirit; as long as the Spirit is high, many illnesses heal without medicine. Also, I promised the three doctors I wouldn’t break in, can’t go back on my word."
Ma Baoli said.
"Hmm, you’re quite the model relative of a patient. Since it’s none of your business now, come over to the First-class Sky Villa."
Liu Zheng said.
"Why? Let me tell you, I’m not like those easy women, even if you saved my dad, I’ll lay down my life, but not my body."
Ma Baoli said vigilantly.
"Coincidentally, I’m just asking you to lay down your life. Just finished delivering a meal, not in great shape, come over and take me back to the restaurant."
He said.
"Oh, that’s doable. Where is the First-class Sky Villa?"
Ma Baoli asked.
Since young, she had never really been out, let alone to somewhere like the First-class Sky Villa.
"Go in and ask which of the three knows; let one accompany you here."
Liu Zheng said.
"But I promised them I wouldn’t break in."
Ma Baoli said hesitantly.
"Knock first, then enter—it’s not breaking in."
He said.
"Oh right, you’re quite smart."
Ma Baoli praised him and then hung up the phone.
"Being praised for being smart by a fool, why does it feel like getting assimilated?"
Liu Zheng shook his head.
"Mr. Liu, your few cups of hot tea are here."
The young maid brought over new tea and snacks.
"One, two, three, you’re quite meticulous."
He counted the number of cups, his mouth twitching.
In spoken language, "a few" usually means equal to or more than two, while in mathematical or literary terms, "a few" means three or more, and it seems the young maid adopted the latter definition.
"Of course, Mr. Mig praised me for being meticulous at times."
The young maid said proudly.
"Then Mr. Mig only instructed you to bring me a few cups of hot tea, why bring the snacks too?"
Liu Zheng deliberately questioned.
"Mr. Liu, I’m meticulous, not a fool."
The young maid looked at him as if he were a fool.
"..."
Liu Zheng was at a loss for words.
After drinking tea and finishing the snacks, his state hadn’t improved much.
"Blood and Flesh Rebirth" after all isn’t "Soul Rebirth," the recovery of soul consumption is much slower than the body’s.
Rather, after being satiated, both Liu Zheng’s body and soul felt equally sluggish.
"We’re here."
Ma Baoli’s call jolted him awake.
"Okay, I’ll come down right away."
Liu Zheng said.
"Take care, Mr. Liu."
The old butler appeared like a specter in front of him.
"Aren’t you gonna say ’hope to see you again next time’?"
Liu Zheng joked.
"If the master wants to see you again, he will let you know."
The old butler said calmly.
"Okay then, thanks for the hospitality, I’m off."
He left the Romanov family’s residence.
Before entering the elevator, he glanced at the glass painting on the door with a feeling.
A knight held a spear high in one hand and his helmet in the other.
A squirrel pierced by the spearhead dripped blood continuously, and half a helmet was already filled.
Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze and entered the elevator.
Upon exiting the building, dozens of security guards were arrayed at the door, on guard.
"That’s him, HQ said, take this kid down, everyone gets a thirteenth-month bonus, and the decapitator gets promoted to department manager at HQ."
The lead security guard declared loudly.
Heavy rewards bring out bravery; all the guards looked at Liu Zheng with eager eyes.
However, despite their eagerness, not one truly stepped forward.
They knew well about the last group of security guards, even succeeding with the Immortal Binding Rope to ambush him, they’d been battered and beaten with their captain nearly torn to pieces. Although now their numbers were several times more, the leading captain this time was weaker than the previous one.
Even though they could eventually win with throngs of people, those going first would definitely die, and dead men can’t be department managers.
"You, you, you, and you – the four of you, go first."
