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"Here we go again."
Feeling the sharp pain of the cold blade against his body, Liu Zheng didn't feel the slightest bit of surprise.
He didn't know whether there was something wrong with himself or the world.
Or perhaps, both had issues.
An entire human skin was peeled off, not even sparing the tips of the tentacles.
Liu Zheng felt like a cicada, with the skin being the chrysalis he had shed.
"Your knife skills, what a waste it would be not to be an executive chef."
He said sincerely.
Apart from a little bleeding, Big White Goose hadn't harmed any of his blood vessels or tendons.
"I originally came from the kitchen; if I hadn't been reassigned, Napoleon wouldn't have had the chance to become the head chef."
Big White Goose said proudly.
"Then it would probably still be him."
This time, Liu Zheng did not echo the sentiment.
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Because if you had stayed in the kitchen, the Heavenly Butcher would have killed you a long time ago."
