Tongue Kissed, and Twice at That

Liu Zheng stood before the three elevators. Without hesitation, he stepped into One-Shot Samurai's.

He did not meet the requirements for Crying Woman's elevator, and as for Laughing Old Man's, he had no time to play chess right now.

Though he was very interested in the rewards from those two elevators, business came first.

Besides, Liu Zheng had a feeling that he would be back.

"Is this Your Excellency's true form? It is indeed worthy of a battle."

The moment One-Shot Samurai saw Liu Zheng, his eyes lit up.

"Please enlighten me."

Without another word, he placed a hand on his sword hilt.

"Enlighten my ass. I'm busy, I don't have time. Let me through already."

Liu Zheng spoke irritably.

Though they were both violent maniacs, he was different from a battle-crazed martial lunatic like One-Shot Samurai.

His urge to destroy came from his dissatisfaction with the world, while One-Shot Samurai simply wanted to fight.

"It will not take much of Your Excellency's time. Should you defeat me, I am willing to take you as my disciple and teach you every sword technique of the Heavenly Sound-Killing School."

Thrilled at the sight of a worthy opponent, One-Shot Samurai immediately offered an extravagant reward.

After serving as an elevator for so many years, those who rode him were either too weak to make the fight enjoyable or too strong to ride him at all. His sword was about to rust from disuse.

"Mm, next time. Definitely next time."

It had to be said that One-Shot Samurai's offer was indeed generous. Liu Zheng needed considerable willpower to refuse it.

"Very well. It appears Your Excellency intends to leave the Bathhouse."

One-Shot Samurai looked deeply regretful.

"You could tell?"

"I may be somewhat blunt, but I am not quite so foolish."

One-Shot Samurai