CHAPTER 853: CHAPTER 573: LIU ZHENG: I’M A WORKER, NOT A WISH MACHINE

Liu Zheng arrived at the gates of the Hundred Ghosts.

Compared to the guests arriving by car or carriage, his decision to walk seemed a bit out of place.

And this incongruity also caught the attention of those guests and the doormen.

"What are you looking at!"

Facing those curious gazes, Liu Zheng accepted them with ease.

And for the malicious glares, he simply returned them with even greater malevolence.

He had already killed one of the Eight Divine Guardians of Hundred Ghosts, and these people, who couldn’t even be considered esteemed guests, were worth even less.

The guests who frequent the Hundred Ghosts naturally weren’t of good temperament, and several of them pretended to casually edge closer towards him.

"Aren’t you going to do something?"

Liu Zheng asked the doorman.

"Sir, this is outside the bathhouse."

The doorman, whose face looked like a powdered doll but had the skin of an old woman, said with a forced smile.

"So, if I slaughter all of them, you’re not going to care?"

He put the Legendary delivery man’s customary cigarette in his mouth and raised an eyebrow.

The earnings from the Erakos Sand Worm weren’t ideal, so he might as well recover some from these useless jerks.

Unconcealed malice and intent to kill emanated from Liu Zheng, causing the surrounding guests and doormen to change their expressions.

Maybe he hadn’t killed as many as some of the more heartless guests, but when it came to the quality of his killings, these guests combined couldn’t match him.

After all, he was a man who had killed Gods, and not just one.

"Honored guest, please do come in."

The doormen exchanged glances, then immediately walked over to encircle Liu Zheng, separating him from the other guests.

"You should have done this earlier, instead of making such a scene."

Liu Zheng, cigarette in mouth, swaggered into the doors of Hundred Ghosts.

"Yes, yes, to Dui Dui Hu, make sure you treat this honored guest well."

The doorman called over a waiter.

"Dui Dui Hu?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

For some reason, every time he heard the name Hu, he always found it quite amusing.

However, the waiter named Dui Dui Hu didn’t look amusing at all; instead, he wore an expression of profound bitterness and resentment.

"It’s our bathhouse policy. Every employee is given a name from mahjong terminology."

The doorman explained.

"Oh, you explained it well."

He nodded, casually handing over a wad of cash.

"It’s for everyone. Split it amongst yourselves."

Liu Zheng said.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir."

The doorman bowed respectfully and then exited the hall.

Receiving tips was standard, so he didn’t refuse at all.

"Sir, do you have a reservation?"

The waiter asked eagerly, eyes gleaming.

"I do. My name is Liu Zheng."

Liu Zheng announced his name.

"Please wait a moment, I’ll look it up for you."

The waiter took out a booklet and started searching through it.

He glanced over and saw the text change continuously.

"Wow, is that a supernatural version of a tablet?"

Liu Zheng watched with interest as the waiter operated it.

The peculiar places that seemed both real and unreal were also why he remained in the Metropolis.

"Found it. I’ll take you to your reserved room now."

The waiter said, putting the booklet down.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng nodded.

He followed the waiter through the hall to three elevators.

Only, none of these elevators had masks.

"Why are there no masks?"

Liu Zheng asked directly.

"The masked elevators are for the bathhouse staff; these elevators are for guests."

The waiter explained.

Of course, ’guest elevators’ meant bathhouse staff generally couldn’t use them, but they could accompany guests.

"Staff use doesn’t mean only staff can use, right?"

He said.

"Um..."

The waiter’s expression grew more troubled.

"There’s something dirty on the floor."

Liu Zheng pointed at the ground beneath the waiter.

Lying there were two crumpled hundred-yuan bills, as if they had always been there.

"Ah, sorry about that. I’ll clean it up immediately."

A glimmer of happiness flashed on the waiter’s face as he bent down to pick up the money.

"This rule indeed doesn’t exist."

He finished the sentence he hadn’t completed,

"Take me there."

Liu Zheng commanded.

"Um..."

The waiter’s demeanor fell again.

"You didn’t clean it properly."

He pointed again at the floor, this time a pile of hundred-yuan bills had appeared.

"It’s my fault for letting a guest see such filth. My deepest apologies."

The waiter directly lay on the floor, using his clothes to wipe it clean, putting the money away in the process.

"Take me there, and I’ll forgive you. If you don’t do the job after taking the money, I’ll kill you. I’m quite familiar with your vice minister."

Liu Zheng said lightly.

"Which vice minister?"

The waiter asked reflexively.

"Do you really want to know now?"

He said with a half-smile.

"No, I don’t. This way, sir."

The waiter smiled bitterly and led Liu Zheng in the other direction.

Very quickly, they arrived at three masked elevators.

"Do you need me to introduce these elevators to you?"

The waiter asked.

"No need, I’ll take this one."

Liu Zheng pointed at the elevator with an anger mask.

"Huh?"

Although the waiter somewhat expected it, hearing this answer still made his face turn sour.

"Don’t worry, with me here, you won’t die."

He said calmly.

"If you die, consider this the funeral fee."

Liu Zheng took out a thick stack of bills and stuffed it into the waiter’s arms.

"Alright! This way, sir."

Feeling the weight of the money, the waiter gritted his teeth and pressed the up button.

The elevator doors opened, and Liu Zheng strode inside.

"Hey, I’m back."