Ten minutes had passed, and Liu Zheng went upstairs again.
When he arrived at the door of room 501, the fruits and vegetables placed on the ground were gone.
"How was the taste?"
He asked with a smile.
"The taste was good, but it's not enough to buy my life."
The person inside still had a resolute attitude, but his tone was a bit softer.
"This was just a door-opener."
Liu Zheng shook his head and said.
He hadn't expected a bit of food to buy someone's life, after all, it wasn't perfect quality food.
"Can we have a proper conversation now?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"You want me dead, but I want to live, so there's no way to have a proper conversation."
The person inside said.
"If I can't deliver the takeout, I certainly won't live, but if you accept the takeout, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll die."
"I've delivered to many people, and as long as they're willing to cooperate with me, not a single one has died; at most, they've been reverted back to their original form."
