What kind of restaurant uses shit as seasoning?

"Very well, then it's settled."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Mm-hmm. Oh, right."

Wang Manni suddenly fell silent on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of her walking.

"I've already checked the item. There shouldn't be any problems."

A moment later, she spoke softly.

"Mm, good work."

He praised her.

In truth, it wouldn't have mattered even if there had been a problem. He had a pile of escape items now, along with two extra lives. A mere bomb couldn't kill him.

Still, Wang Manni's thoughtfulness deserved recognition.

"This is what I should do. Then, Mr. Deliveryman, see you tomorrow."

Wang Manni said happily.

"See you tomorrow."

Liu Zheng hung up.

"That office worker's odds are going up."

Cow-Horse had somehow come up behind him and spoke thoughtfully.

"What, are you adjusting her odds?"

Liu Zheng asked casually.

"What's it to you? You're just a gambling tool. Don't pry into the dealer's business."

Cow-Horse rolled its eyes at him, returned to its pile of straw, and pulled out its phone to tap away at the screen. Who knew what it was sending.

Liu Zheng couldn't be bothered with it either. He returned to his little stool and began reading the newspaper.

Come to think of it, Metropolis newspapers were pretty decent. Not only was the paper good and the layout spacious, but the content was quite substantial too.

Unfortunately, much of it looked like a pile of gibberish to him. He didn't know whether that was a problem with Metropolis or the system.

Still, the gossip columns and short stories in the corners were all readable. Their contents might not have meant much to the local natives, but they were perfect for a player like him.

"Why isn't there anything new, boss?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Bullshit. It's not