Not Only Very Bent, but Also Capable of Spinning

"Newcomer, it seemed you really wanted to die. Then I'd grant your wish."

The deputy minister laughed in fury, her hand about to claw down.

But she immediately forced herself to halt the motion, her expression turning uncertain as she looked at Liu Zheng.

Or rather, at the lump in his hand that resembled clay, with a head and horns yet impossible to identify.

The deputy minister did not know what it was, but she could sense the immense power contained within it.

"Deputy Minister, you take the money, and I do the work. Cooperation benefits us both; fighting only leaves both sides wounded. A young and promising leader like you should understand that."

Liu Zheng said.

"You don't think this is enough to beat me, do you?"

The deputy minister sneered.

Although this bizarre creature felt formidable, she had not become deputy minister of the Service Club for nothing.

Becoming a leader in other departments only meant gaining authority and a raise, but becoming a leader in the Service Club could directly improve one's odds of survival.

That was why competition for positions in the Service Club was fiercer than anywhere else in the Night Parade Bathhouse.

One Bamboo had only been treated well because she did not intend to seek promotion. If she wanted to climb higher too, then even having a brother-in-law at City Hall—no, even having a husband at City Hall—would not spare her from open attacks and hidden schemes.

"Even if I can't kill you, I can still stall for time. Take a guess—how much patience does Lord Kunguna have?"

Liu Zheng smiled.

"Hmph. You'll still die either way."

The deputy minister was unmoved by his threat.

"Since I dared to do this, I must be confident I can escape."

Liu Zheng said confidently.

"Can