The Round God Sect Was About to Have Bad Luck

Back in the break room, Liu Zheng made a round of phone calls. Only after confirming that everyone was safe did he finally relax.

"Boss, I'm going to the Kitchen to deliver some takeout."

He spoke to Cow-Horse.

"Are you insane? Going in and out like that? When you come back later, you'll wake me up again."

"There's still time. Can't you just stay put for a while and wait until I'm properly asleep before delivering it?"

Cow-Horse cursed.

"Boss, you know me. I can't sleep easy until I've finished what I need to do."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

He knew Cow-Horse meant well and wanted him to rest for a while, but that really was his habit.

Back in the real world, unless he had far too much work, he always finished everything before eating.

Psychologically speaking, that was a manifestation of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Liu Zheng knew it, but he could not be bothered to deal with it.

There were too many troubles in life. At most, this counted as one minor problem.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost. Bring me back a bottle of liquor, or don't sleep tonight. Go squat in the corner."

Cow-Horse said impatiently.

"Got it."

Liu Zheng agreed, then left the break room and headed for the Kitchen.

When he entered the Kitchen, only White-Feather Chicken and several employees on duty were still there.

"Good evening, Chief Chef. You haven't gone to rest yet?"

He greeted him.

"What a pointless question."

White-Feather Chicken shot him a sidelong glance.

In a place like the Kitchen, whether the chief chef was present made all the difference.

Anyone coming to the Restaurant to eat at this hour had to be either wealthy or important. If they were dissatisfied, the employees cooking the food would be