Hold a Grudge in Defeat, Settle Scores in Victory

The Koenigsegg One:1 barged into Rose Street with brutal force, then came to a stop like someone had yanked the emergency brake.

Liu Zheng reacted quickly and wrapped his tentacles around the seatback, barely avoiding being flung out by the powerful inertia.

He calmly opened the car door and stepped onto the ground, as steady and Unmoving as a Mountain.

"Bleurgh!!!"

Then he threw up all over the place.

It was a little embarrassing to admit, but although Liu Zheng spent all year running around outside, he actually got carsick badly.

After entering the Metropolis, that problem had not shown much because he was no longer human.

But even extraordinary physical abilities could not withstand a driver with driving skills worthy of divine punishment. She had somehow made driving on a proper road feel like racing across the Gobi Desert.

The driver revealed a faintly mocking smile, then vanished from the seat.

"Uh, Mr. Liu, are you all right?"

Out of politeness, the deputy director asked.

"I'm fine. It's a custom from my hometown. You have to throw up after a ride for good luck."

Liu Zheng waved a tentacle.

"Uh, that certainly has a sense of ritual to it."

"Absolutely. You can try it too. It really works."

He patted the other party on the shoulder, conveniently wiping the filth from his tentacle onto him.

"Okay."

The deputy director looked at his five-figure suit, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Where are the people from your company?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It is nearby and can participate in our conversation throughout. You needn't worry."

The deputy director said.

"Fine, then let's begin."

He nodded.

"Very well."

"Have you confirmed the number of bugs killed?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It has been roughly confirmed. According to our prior agreement, our company