Hell Game: Starting in Metropolis
Chapter 595

Meng Po Distillery

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With a sweep of his long sleeve, Feng Jizi tucked Liu Zheng into it.

When Liu Zheng's vision cleared again, he was already out on the street.

"Only ten minutes have passed?"

Liu Zheng glanced at his phone in surprise.

He didn't know whether he had simply been lucky or whether Feng Jizi had helped him.

He got into the sports car, floored the gas, and sped straight toward Rose Street.

"Quick, give me my liquor!"

The moment he entered the street, French Plane Tree shouted at him from afar.

"I haven't bought it yet. How am I supposed to give it to you?"

Liu Zheng drove up in front of it and said helplessly.

"Impossible. I could smell the liquor on you from two streets away. No liquor but Du Kang Liquor Shop's could smell that good."

French Plane Tree refused to believe him.

"Maybe it rubbed off on me from lying around in the liquor shop for too long."

He briefly explained what had happened at Du Kang Liquor Shop.

"Then hurry up and go!"

French Plane Tree said at once.

Judging by its expression, if that mouth hadn't been fake, it would probably have been drooling by now.

"I was already going. Didn't you call me over?"

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"So you're blaming me?"

French Plane Tree gave him a sidelong glance.

"No, no. How could the esteemed Lord Dai Lego ever be wrong? Every mistake in the world is the fault of this lowly human."

Liu Zheng said in an exaggerated tone.

"Hmph, good that you know. Hurry up. If I don't get to drink Du Kang Liquor Shop's liquor soon, my chloroplasts will die of thirst!"

French Plane Tree grabbed his hoof and flung him beside the manhole.

*Damn it! One day, I'm

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