The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 772 - 532: A Dead Ex-Husband Is a Good Ex-Husband

Chapter 772: Chapter 532: A Dead Ex-Husband Is a Good Ex-Husband

What could the sanitation department want from him?

Liu Zheng thought over the things he’s done, and besides the sewers and the French Plane Tree, nothing really seemed to connect him to the sanitation department.

If it’s about the sewers, the other party would have mentioned it casually since, besides excrement and fish, there’s nothing else there that can’t be seen.

Oh, there’s one thing, the Red Ghost.

But an existence at the level of the Black Skull clearly can’t mess with such a big boss.

Moreover, the City Hall most likely already knows that the Red Ghost is in the sewers.

If it’s about the French Plane Tree...

"Could it be about evolving into a Phoenix?"

Liu Zheng was taken aback.

Though the French Plane Tree has independent intelligence and is quite powerful, it’s like a street boss in the small area of Rose Street, even having the leisure interest of being a collector.

From the dealings with Niu Ma and the auction house, it is also treated as an independent entity.

But essentially, the French Plane Tree still belongs to City Hall. It can be considered public property or even a public official.

If one day it evolves into a Phoenix and flies away, when the sanitation department sees a big pit, at the least it’s a loss of municipal assets, at worst it’s a defection of a public official.

The Black Skull might have picked up on something from the last visit and is engaging in private communication first out of respect for Silver Wolf.

If that’s the case, then he needs to think carefully about his wording.

I’m not sure if a million worth of wording will be convincing enough.

About a dozen minutes later, the fly people crowded around a pickup truck that arrived.

"Whoa, that’s a lot of Unlucky Coffee, brother, you’re quite loaded."

The Black Skull got out of the car, looking at the ground covered with takeouts, so astonished that his jaw dropped.

"Just making some hard-earned money. Go load ten boxes into the car for your leader."

Liu Zheng said to the clever-headed fly leader.

"Oh, wouldn’t that be improper?"

The will-o-the-wisp in Black Skull’s eyes spun around.

"We’re all family, nothing to feel shy about."

He replied using the Black Skull’s own words.

"Hehe, you’re right."

The Black Skull laughed heartily.

"Is ten boxes enough? If not, take another ten."

Liu Zheng asked.

"That’s enough, enough. I can’t drink it all, just for your sister-in-law and your nephews and nieces."

The Black Skull said.

"Nephews and nieces?"

He straightened up with respect.

It’s not so strange for a skeleton to get married, even in real life eunuchs have special companions.

But for a skeleton to marry and have children is a bit absurd. If the Metropolis has developed this technology, it should probably solve its eating problem too, right?

"They’re from her previous marriage. But the kids are obedient, they voluntarily asked to change their last name to mine."

The Black Skull said with satisfaction.

"That’s great. Have the names been changed? If not, I have a friend in the security department who can help with that."

Liu Zheng asked.

"They’ve already been changed. You’ve got quite a network, haven’t you? I heard from your brother-in-law that you’re from the countryside. You’ve only been in the city a few days, how do you know so many people?"

The Black Skull asked curiously.

"Building relationships, they’re made by running around. I’ve almost run all over the city these days, naturally, I know more people."

"That’s true, but it can’t be that simple. If all it took to make connections was running around, the Life-taking Courier guys would have the most connections in the Metropolis."

The Black Skull shook his head.

"Maybe I’m just naturally likeable."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Hahaha, with that thick skin of yours, you are indeed likeable."

"Hehe."

He accepted the compliment openly.

"Alright, you guys, start unloading these boxes. Be careful, spill one cup, and I’ll strip your wings."

The Black Skull turned to the fly people, his tone extremely stern.

The fly leader and his kin nodded repeatedly, then rubbed their hands and started acting as porters.

"Hey brother, let’s have a word."

The Black Skull waved to Liu Zheng, and the two walked over to the pickup truck.

"Do you smoke?"

The Black Skull took out a new pack from the storage box, the package marked with a broom and sword crossing symbol.

"I smoke, but just for fun, not for lungs."

Liu Zheng accepted the pack.»

"No worries, I don’t do it for lungs either."

The Black Skull waved it off.

"But you have to have lungs to do it."

He glanced at the Black Skull’s empty ribcage with a snide thought.

Just as he was about to unwrap the pack, the Black Skull waved it away and took out an opened pack from his pocket.

The Black Skull tapped out two cigarettes, handing one to Liu Zheng, and put one in his own mouth.

"Got a light?"

He patted his pocket and asked.

"No, should I just strike a spark?"

Liu Zheng poised himself to draw his sword.

"Forget it, by the time you’re done, everything would be moved. Besides, this is a public area, doing damage right in front of me isn’t appropriate. The street you blew up still hasn’t fully recovered."

The Black Skull said with irritation.

"Hehe."

He remembered his glorious battle achievements, laughing a bit embarrassedly.

"No worries, I’ve got a trick, hold the cigarette steady."

The Black Skull lowered his head and fit the cigarette butt into his eye socket.

The ghostly blue flame flickered, and the cigarette tip instantly lit up in red.

"Alright, smoke up."

The Black Skull lifted his head, lighting his own cigarette too.

"You don’t usually use that method to light up, do you?"

Liu Zheng squinted slyly.

"Of course not. It’s only for the boss or those with a good connection. I wouldn’t give this consideration to just anyone."