Liu Zheng, with tears, finished a large portion of sewer braised food.
Then, one of his legs grew a large lump that was red and swollen.
This was a trivial matter, a cut and it was done.
The key issue was that it tasted awful.
He couldn't tell the difference between eating this and eating shit.
No, eating shit would still taste better, for shit at least didn't have that flavor of industrial pollutants settled in it.
"I suspect you gave me a fake Joker Card."
Liu Zheng said after rinsing his mouth vigorously.
"Bullshit, when have I, Niu Ma, ever sold a fake?"
"Dai Legao said you once sold him fake liquor."
"That was then, this is now. Just be content, if it weren't for the Joker Card pulling you through, you'd be dead by now."
Niu Ma gave him a sidelong glance.
"Was that last delivery really tough?"
Liu Zheng read between the lines.
"Heh, a delivery in the Old City District, what do you think?"
"You didn't run into the Harmony Sect again, did you?"
