"Quick, put that thing away, or if it spills, this lounge will be uninhabitable."
It said, eating and drinking at the same time.
"It's soul-bound, can't put it away. Don't worry, it won't spill, it's covered, not a whiff will escape, just waiting for the big moment."
Liu Zheng grinned sinisterly.
"Whoever messes with you is truly unlucky."
Niu Ma said sincerely.
When one's strength reaches a certain level, they cherish their reputation, dying in honorable combat, no matter how gruesome, is a tale of valor when spread around.
After all, death in the Metropolis isn't necessarily the end; those who enter the cemetery boast until their souls dissipate.
But if one is stunk to death by the Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup, it's a scandal that'll make them the laughingstock until their soul vanishes.
"So it's best for everyone not to mess with me, love each other, and have a harmonious Metropolis."
Liu Zheng replied casually.
