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

Chapter 26: Heaven Butcher
"call."

It took Liu Zheng half a minute to swim out of the oil mist.

"I thought you were going to drown in there."

Niu Ma said gloatingly.

"I won't drown, but I might die of boredom."

He replied while looking around.

There was no hustle and bustle as he had imagined, and the black market was still quiet.

Only a little light came through the cracks in the doors on both sides of the road.

"Which door do you enter?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"That depends on how you plan to get the start-up capital."

Niuma said.

"Don't you have any money?"

"I spent all my money on buying red wine last time, otherwise you would really think it was stolen."

The cows and horses shouted.

"You spent money and yet you were beaten so badly?"

"Of course the discounted price has to be discounted first."

Niuma said as a matter of course.

"Oh. So what do you have in mind?"

he asked.

"Two. One is that you pawn your vest and redeem it when you make money."

Niuma said.

"No."

Liu Zheng flatly refused.

Without the bonus of the legendary delivery man vest, his strength would be reduced by at least two-thirds.

"Then you can only choose the second one. You go and sell meat."

Niuma shrugged.

"Selling meat?"

Liu Zheng's expression changed.

Life is precious, but dignity is more precious.

"Let me make it clear first, I am only a gigolo."

He gritted his teeth.

"You're just daydreaming. I still want to be one. The gigolos on the black market are at best male succubi. How can a tentacle freak like you be worthy of this job?"

Niuma said with disdain.

"So what are you talking about? Oh, it's real meat."

Liu Zheng suddenly realized.

He remembered the security guards asking him for "meat".

"Yes."

Niuma said.

"You are too fat now, it's a good time to lose some weight."

Amid its sarcastic voice, the two walked towards the third door on the right.

As soon as you enter the door, a wave of heat hits you.

Liu Zheng narrowed his eyes; the scorching fire in the room stung his eyeballs.

There were more than a dozen stoves lined up in a row, and on each stove there was a large iron pot.

Countless pieces of meat were pierced by iron hooks and hung from the beams, suspended above the iron pot.

There were thighs, arms, a spine, and half a human head with eyes open.

Behind the iron pot, a tall figure was facing away from them, concentrating on turning the iron rod in the fireplace.

His stature was so huge that the light from the fireplace was almost completely blocked by him.

The pink muscle mass bulged high, covered with criss-crossing scars.

It's hard to imagine that one person could have so many scars, as if he had endured all the punishment in the world.

"Oink."

The cows and horses said hello.

Its voice was unusually polite, which made Liu Zheng look at it sideways.

Oyinke turned his head when he heard someone calling him.

A pig's head, it looks like the breed is a Yorkshire Large White pig.

But its eyes are a pair of standard human eyes, even deeper and firmer than most humans.

"Long time no see, Niuma. I thought you had been shipped out."

Oink said calmly.

Its voice is deep and powerful, and as long as you don't look at its face, you can imagine it as a charming and mature man.

"No one can make me into a dish except you."

Niuma said proudly.

"So you're selling meat again today? Which one do you want to cut this time, the hoof, the horse intestines, or the cow tongue?"

A faint smile appeared on Oink's face.

"I have no place to cut you. He is the one who has to sell the meat."

The cattle and horses protected Liu Zheng in front of them.

"Oh, it looks like a good piece of meat."

Oink rested his chin on his hand and looked at him.

"A little bit of humanity, a little bit of deformity, and the smell of black goat."

It spoke slowly and leisurely, as if tasting a fine dish.

“Have you heard the gospel yet?”

Oink asked suddenly.

"Maybe."

Liu Zheng replied.

The memory was a little fuzzy, as if it had been washed away by something.

"Not bad, I haven't seen ingredients of your quality in a long time."

Oink nodded, looking a little excited. "So, how much are you selling for?"

It stared at Liu Zheng and said.

"What price?"

he asked.

"For meat of your quality, I can give you two thousand per pound."

Oink thought for a moment and said.

"How much do I weigh?"

Liu Zheng didn't know his own weight.

"Fifteen pounds."

Oink replied.

Thirty thousand yuan is equivalent to his salary for two and a half years.

“Is this price fair?”

Liu Zheng asked about cattle and horses.

"You better be happy, I can only sell it for 1500 yuan per kilogram."

Niuma said with some jealousy.

“It doesn’t sound like a good deal to become a shell for two and a half years’ salary.”

He shook his head.

"The meat can be eaten again. The employees in your restaurant should have many such opportunities."

Oyinke said.

Liu Zheng knew that it should be talking about foods that can make up for deficiencies.

"As I recall, if we sell all the meat at once, the purchase price will double, right?"

Niutou suddenly spoke.

"Yes."

Oink nodded.

"The madness of desperation will make the meat firmer and the flavor more unique."

It stuck out its grayish-white tongue and licked its pig nose.

“Then he’ll sell them all.”

Niuma said hurriedly.

"When will I."

Liu Zheng was about to retort when he saw Niu Ma winking at him wildly.

He was stunned for a moment, then remembered the props that Sycamore had advanced to him.

So that's what it is. It's really a gamble.

But that's okay.

"What's the reason?"

Oink looked at Liu Zheng with interest.

"he"

"Shut up."

Niuma was about to speak, but was interrupted by Oink.

The pig-headed man slowly stood up and faced the two men.

The iron rod in its hand pierced through an entire front leg, and the skin had been roasted to a golden color.

Grease kept dripping from it, making a sizzling sound on the charcoal fire.

"I was asking him."

Oink said solemnly.

The pig-headed man who stood up was even taller, and his head almost touched the beam of the house.

Liu Zheng noticed that there was an old mark on its neck.

Niuma shrugged and shut his mouth.

It can be seen that it does not want to go against Oink.

"What's the reason?"

The pig-headed man asked again.

"Of course I'm short of money."

Liu Zheng looked at it strangely.

Who would sell meat if not for lack of money?

"What are you going to do with the money?"

Oyinke didn't get angry and continued to ask.

"Buy the Bloody Restaurant and have it work for me."

He pointed at the cows and horses.

"Hey, you bastard."

Niuma glared and was about to hit him, but was stopped by Oyinke's look.

"You have been exploited to the point of selling your flesh, and you want to use the money you earn to exploit others?"

There seemed to be a hint of coldness in Oyinke's tone.

"You're just bragging. It's hard for me to live now, and I have to have some practical ideas to support myself."

Liu Zheng smiled and said.

"Interesting. I want your meat."

Oink laughed three times and threw the iron rod into the fireplace.

The orange flame suddenly exploded, reducing the front leg to ashes.

“What a waste.”

Liu Zheng sucked a mouthful of saliva.

He could tell it wasn't the front leg.

"Want to eat? Pick one."

Oink pointed to the iron pots and said.

"I will give every customer who sells out a bowl of soup as a gift."

"Now, it depends on your luck."

(End of this chapter)