The leaders who were in the meeting stopped their conversation.
They stared in shock at Liu Zheng who had burst through the door.
And Liu Zheng was even more shocked than them, because all these leaders were insects.
Stag beetles, atlas moths, cockroaches, mosquitoes, dung beetles...
Harmful ones, beneficial ones, domesticated ones, wild ones, those that eat feces and those that don't—they were all there.
"Who is Manager Wang?"
He snapped back to reality and shouted.
No insect answered, but all the insects instinctively glanced toward one particular bug.
The one currently pointing at the PowerPoint presentation with authority.
It was a giant isopod."Who are you?"
Manager Wang asked.
"Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll generously tell you."
Liu Zheng spoke while walking forward.
"I'm your daddy."
When he was just one step away, he suddenly pounced, grabbing Manager Wang in a tight embrace.
"What are you doing? Quick, call security!"
Manager Wang struggled fiercely.
Its strength was enormous—Liu Zheng felt like he was holding onto a car.
"Shut up!"
He wrapped three tentacles around Manager Wang while the remaining tentacle grabbed its antennae and yanked hard.
"Squirt!"
A stream of pale purple blood shot out.
The Legendary vest's true damage effect was exceptionally effective.
"Ah!"
Manager Wang let out a sharp, piercing screech.
It struggled even more violently, its four pairs of jointed limbs bursting through the suit jacket as they thrust forward violently.
The already chitinous exoskeleton didn't help Liu Zheng much—his chest and abdomen were pierced through, the barbed jointed limbs hooking directly onto his bones.
Yet this was exactly what he had hoped for.
"You're doing well, very well indeed."
Liu Zheng laughed maniacally as he forcefully embraced Manager Wang.
Then, assuming a ball-carrying charge posture, he flew out of the conference room.
"Ahhhh!"
Exposed to the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manager Wang went even more berserk.
The suit on its back also tore open, revealing its calcium-based shell.
Then, with a powerful tear, it actually ripped Liu Zheng's upper body in half.
But, this was as far as it went.
"Do you have any idea how much this hurts?"
He complained through gritted teeth.
Three tentacles frantically stuffed his organs back in, then struggled to tie the two halves of his body together.
The other tentacle held the insecticide pressed against Manager Wang's compound eyes.
"I asked you a question—do you know or not?"
Liu Zheng patted Manager Wang's face.
"Brother, let's talk this out properly. Please put down the insecticide first."
Manager Wang said, trembling with fear.
Its voice sounded extremely strange, like echoes from the deep sea.
"You think I'm stupid?"
Liu Zheng kicked Manager Wang's lower limbs, making it stumble.
"Yo, pretty tough."
Though no one said signing had to be done this way, life always needs a bit of ceremonial feeling.
"C-can we stop now?"
Now Manager Wang was mostly dead.
He glanced at the conference room—the insects inside hadn't chased out, just stood watching from the doorway.
Their expressions were complex—some dissatisfied, some happy, some apprehensive.
"What are you looking at? Watching the show costs money too."
Liu Zheng walked over and closed the conference room door.
He stood at the doorway thinking for a moment, then carried Manager Wang over to Wang Manni.
"If he dies, can you become manager?"
Liu Zheng asked quietly.
Hearing his words, Wang Manni's pupils shook with seismic shock.
She glanced fearfully at the giant isopod, but ambition's flames involuntarily ignited in her eyes.
He unceremoniously broke Manager Wang's other leg without hesitation.
"Bitch!"
Manager Wang seemed to understand something and began cursing violently.
But it only managed one curse before Liu Zheng smashed its mouthparts.
"I still need your delivery bag."
Wang Manni's face paled momentarily, but her gaze grew even more determined.
"Fine, take it."
Liu Zheng gave her the delivery bag without hesitation.
"This is my private number."
Wang Manni recited a string of numbers, emphasizing the word "private."
He smiled dismissively.
"One day, or perhaps there won't be such a day."
"I'll call this number."
"But before that day's phone rings, please accept this cake."
Liu Zheng took out a fresh coconut lotus seed cake and handed it to Wang Manni.
"As your promotion gift."
He pressed the insecticide spray nozzle all the way down, and amid the excessive spray, the giant isopod dissolved into a puddle of pus and blood.
He threw away the empty can and walked out of office 403, dripping blood all the way.
Wang Manni watched him leave, then tore off the paper bag on her head.
Beneath the paper bag—nothing but emptiness.
She felt around and placed the delivery bag on her neck.
Blood-colored irises bloomed on her newly grown face.
And Wang Manni's hands had also somehow transformed into two jointed limbs.
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"I'm back."
Liu Zheng entered the break room.
"Are you sick or something, kid? Buying so much coffee and cake nearly exhausted me to death."
Bullhorse cursed at him the moment he saw him.
"Weren't you the one who told me to bring some for the kitchen staff too? If we're giving, give to everyone, otherwise we'd offend people."
Liu Zheng defended himself.
"You sure have plenty of slick ideas. *Burp~*"
Bullhorse let out a loud, resonant burp.
She glanced fearfully at the giant isopod, but ambition's flames spontaneously ignited in her eyes.
He said speechlessly.
"Duh, why wouldn't I eat something delivered right to my door? Never expected Unlucky Coffee employees taste pretty good too—not worse than their coffee."
Bullhorse said beaming with joy.
"Do you have any idea that one mouth of yours cost me 1200?"
Liu Zheng said with deadpan eyes.
"Money's already spent—not eating it would be even more wasteful."
Bullhorse said with righteous confidence.
"Besides, I'm not eating yours for free. Here."
It tossed Liu Zheng a boning knife.
He caught it steadily, then looked at the item description.
"Name: Picky"
"Type: Equipment"
"Quality: Fine"
"Effect: When hitting target, deals additional damage based on target's grade as ingredient."
"Note: Such a good back—what a shame not to make it into tenderloin."
"Can be taken out of dungeon: Yes"
The blade was about four fingers long, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, the edge bright white like snow, making Liu Zheng's eyes ache faintly.
"Where'd you get this?"
He asked.
"Weren't you asking for sick leave? I borrowed this knife from Napoleon for your protection."
"Take good care of it—if you lose it, just die outside, otherwise when you come back Napoleon will still kill you. *Burp~*"
Bullhorse burped again—seemed that Unlucky Coffee delivery person really satisfied it.
"Thanks. By the way, boss, can you let me go to the kitchen one more time?"
Liu Zheng asked after putting away the boning knife.
"What do you want to do?"
Bullhorse became alert.