Chapter 1422: Chapter 859: Timor Layman vs. the Cashier_2
Then he raised his hand and lightly touched the paper, leaving a petal-like fingerprint on it.
"This painting shall serve as a thank you for viewing the secret manuals. Please hand it over to Master Ma."
Timor Layman took down the paper and casually tossed it to Liu Zheng.
The paper fluttered gently as if carried by the wind.
Yet Liu Zheng didn’t underestimate it at all and immediately activated the Six-Armed Asura mode, turning up the power to the maximum.
Six hands, seemingly forged of lava, simultaneously grabbed the paper from different directions, as if the blazing fire would burn it to ashes in an instant.
"So heavy!"
Liu Zheng’s six hands sank, and the floor was directly pressed through, sending both him and the paper into the lake.
"Infinite Heavenly Venerable."
He first stored the paper in the Qiankun Ring, then climbed ashore.
"Ptooey!"
Liu Zheng opened his mouth and spat out a white strip.
"Layman, this is a bit naughty of you."
He deliberately shook off water as he entered the gallery, talking to Timor Layman.
"If Master receives the painting with the force of ten thousand pounds, the painting will naturally weigh ten thousand pounds. If Master receives it with the force of ten pounds, the painting will only weigh ten pounds."
Timor Layman smiled.
"You’re right. May I sign for the delivery now?"
Liu Zheng asked.
As long as he’s willing to sign, dropping into the Underwater River is just a harmless joke.
If he’s unwilling to sign, then the enmity must be avenged at all costs.
"In that case, let’s sign."
Timor Layman finally agreed.
"Then please wait a moment."
Liu Zheng hesitated for a long time before finally taking out the "Legendary Deliveryman’s Bloody Underpants."
Perfect-quality items are rare, especially those from a restaurant, adding considerable value.
Plus, the effect of the "Life, Old Age, Illness, and Death Stew" is quite strong.
"50% chance of resurrection or death upon use" sounds unreliable, but on the flip side, if used on the dead, it’s essentially "50% chance of resurrection."
Such resurrection items are precious regardless of probability, and a 50% chance isn’t low either.
What if he didn’t randomly get the Legendary Takeout Box set effect?
Then, of course, he’d seize the opportunity to do some violent things while the set effect is active.
Thinking it’s best to use it now, otherwise, where will he find another perfect-quality dish if he doesn’t happen to get the set effect?
Thinking this, Liu Zheng decisively put the underpants on his head.
Timor Layman watched this scene with disdain.
Although the Buddhist Sect practices impurity contemplation, as a martial monk, he certainly hasn’t cultivated that.
Conversely, Liu Zheng seemed quite at ease.
He had already experienced the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup; this bit of impurity was nothing.
"Activate effect three."
He instructed the system in his mind.
"’Legendary Deliveryman’s Bloody Underpants’ effect three activated successfully, random draw in progress..."
"Draw complete, player acquired the ’Legendary Deliveryman’s Takeout Box’ set effect."
"The takeout box will automatically check if the dish matches; dishes stored inside won’t spoil or deteriorate. After a successful delivery, it will automatically replicate a delivered dish (limited to below perfect quality)."
The system’s notification sounded repeatedly.
"Not bad, very sensible."
Liu Zheng praised the system.
However, the Legendary Deliveryman Set has only four parts, so a 25% probability is quite high.
If his real-life lottery odds were this good, he’d have achieved financial freedom long ago.
"It’s ready, please sign for it."
Liu Zheng respectfully offered the lunch box.
"Alright."
Timor Layman opened the lunch box and saw the Life, Old Age, Illness, and Death Soup inside.
"Such generosity, it seems the restaurant holds me in high regard."
He said with a playful half-smile.
"A talent like Layman surely deserves the finest dish."
Liu Zheng flattered him.
Speaking of which, life, old age, illness, and death are among the eight sufferings of the Buddhist Sect. The White Feather Chicken probably crafted this dish influenced by both the Eight Hot Hell Yellow Soup and the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup.
"Layman overpraised. Unsavory guests are on their way; it’s not convenient to entertain guests now, so please leave."
Timor Layman placed his hands together, then took off his upper garment.
Beneath the casual attire was a body as robust and refined as Mount Sumeru.
It looked like he intended to try dining for free.
"Good luck."
Liu Zheng offered good wishes and hurriedly left the gallery.
He stepped on the spirit car’s pedal to the floor, and soon heard a loud noise from behind.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw a hand print as colossal as a mountain with a "卍" symbol descending from the sky, dyeing the blue horizon with golden edges.
"That’s so damned fierce."
He marveled.
Up until now, he hadn’t encountered anyone daring to resist the cashier.
Perhaps there were, but none could cause such commotion.
Worthy of being "First in the Battle of 60 Billion Nuns," truly substantial.
Thankfully Liu Zheng ran quickly, or he might have been collateral damage.
Remembering this, he dared not pause for even a second, speeding straight to the martial arts hall’s entrance.
The loud braking sound caught Ma Baoli’s attention, and she came out of the hall.
"What happened to you? Like you’re being hunted!"
She asked curiously, seeing the scorched tire tracks on the ground.
"Not far off."
Liu Zheng recounted what just happened.
"Wow! Such a big scene, and I missed it. All because of you!"
Ma Baoli exclaimed, then put her hands on her hips.
"Come off it, still blaming me. If I hadn’t insisted you not go, you’d be another victim of unexplained AOE now."
Liu Zheng rolled his eyes nearly skyward.
"Hmph, how do you know if you don’t try? What if I break through during battle and become Metropolis’ top master?"
Ma Baoli protested defiantly.
"Read fewer old martial arts novels. Breaking through during battle, more like having the runs during battle."
Liu Zheng poked her forehead.
"You’re so crude!"
Ma Baoli glared at him.
"Ahem ahem!"
Ma Fuguo saw this scene and promptly coughed twice to make his presence known.
"Greetings, Elder Ma. Timor Layman viewed the secret martial arts manuals of your hall but didn’t accept them. Here they are, returned intact."
Liu Zheng bowed and handed the four manuals to Ma Fuguo.
Ma Fuguo accepted the manuals, his expression complex.
Secret martial arts manuals even as an instance are valued, but Timor Layman not accepting them gave him a sense of belittlement.
"Alas, as long as your business wasn’t delayed, Young Hero Liu."
He sighed deeply.
"However, he appreciated Young Master Ma greatly and asked me to pass this painting to her."
Liu Zheng, sensing his thoughts, promptly added.
"What painting? Give it to me, give it to me now."
Ma Baoli’s eyes lit up, she said quickly.
"What’s the rush? Though the painting looks like a thin sheet, it’s heavier than a building. Prepare yourself before I bring it out, lest you strain your back."
Liu Zheng spun his eyeballs and said.
"That impressive, huh? Wait a moment."
Ma Baoli took a deep breath and shook slightly, causing her clothes to billow with Qi Force, mimicking a rooster fluffing its feathers.
"Hum! Ha!"
She then unleashed her breath with sound, emitting tiger roars and dragon chants from her limbs and a thundering rumble from her organs.
"I’m ready."
Ma Baoli squatted into position, solemnly.
"Alright, brace yourself. Infinite Heavenly Venerable."
Liu Zheng stretched his hand, letting the painting float out of the Qiankun Ring directly onto Ma Baoli’s hand.
"Boom!"
Ma Baoli’s stance crumbled, her balance thrown off as the paper heavily crashed to the ground.
"Hahaha!!!"
Liu Zheng laughed heartily.
Saying goes, fear for a brother’s suffering yet fear for a brother not having experienced the suffering oneself.
Since he got tricked once, Ma Baoli naturally wouldn’t be spared.
"Liu Zheng! I’m going to chop you to bits!"
