Chapter Three: The Delivery Driver's Code

“Why?” Liu Zheng asked.

“The reason is it’s prohibited,” Niuma replied, shaking his head.

“Alright. What other rules are there?”

“Second, don’t leave the lounge without an order slip,” Niuma continued.

“How do we handle biological needs then?”

“The staff meal is delivered to your locker on time every day. As for using the bathroom, you’ll just have to make do during meal deliveries,” Niuma shrugged.

“That’s rather considerate,” Liu Zheng nodded appreciatively.

“Be grateful. If the boss hadn’t changed, you wouldn’t even get a staff meal—you’d be stuck eating scraps and leftovers.”

Niuma caught the sarcasm in his tone.

“When did we get a new boss?”

Thinking of that alluring noblewoman, Liu Zheng hurriedly pressed for details.

With Si Xue’s aura, she was either the big boss or a key NPC.

“Thre—”

Niuma barely uttered a word before freezing. His thick lips clenched unnaturally, and his body stiffened as if injected with an overdose of sedatives. Yet, his eyeballs trembled violently, bloodshot and bulging.

A pungent, metallic stench filled Liu Zheng’s nostrils. He glanced down to see a dark yellow puddle spreading on the floor beneath Niuma.

Liu Zheng realized something sudden had happened, but with so little information, panicking wouldn’t help. Better to watch and wait.

*Bang.*

Five minutes later, Niuma’s eyeballs finally stopped shaking.

The first thing he did was strike Liu Zheng with a hoof.

The force, like that of a heavy truck, was impossible to resist, sending him flying backward, crashing into the wall.

“Cough!”

Liu Zheng gagged, a metallic sweetness rising in his throat.

“You bastard, you nearly killed me,” Niuma cursed loudly.

“I didn’t mean to,” Liu Zheng explained.

“I know, or you’d be dead already,” Niuma snorted.

“Remember, don’t ever ask about the boss again.”

“Got it,” Liu Zheng nodded.

He tried to stand, but a sharp pain in his chest made his vision darken.

That hoof strike had probably broken three ribs.

“You’re done for, human kid,” Niuma said with pity.

With such a serious injury, Liu Zheng was no longer fit for work.

“Is this really a beginner’s dungeon?” Liu Zheng grumbled inwardly.

Death flags triggered at the slightest misstep, sanity could slip away at any moment, and the only communicative NPC might kill you without warning.

If this was the average difficulty for newbies, survival in this game looked bleak.

“Well, I’m done for. What about you?”

He coughed.

“You alone can’t deliver all the orders, right? Plus, no one will be giving you massages anymore,” Niuma said, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Liu Zheng, trying to detect any weakness beneath his calm.

But he found nothing.

“I’ve never seen a human like you before,” Niuma muttered, then walked to the wall cabinet.

He spat out a key and unlocked one of the lockers.

Liu Zheng noticed a photo stuck on the inside of the door—apparently of a Niuma dressed as a maid.

“Drink this,” Niuma hooked a bottle toward him with his horn.

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