"Is this a threat to me?"

Ouyegan said coldly.

"No, I am merely explaining the rationale for my actions to you. After all, if it's not clear, you may not feel comfortable holding onto it for admiration, would you?"

Liu Zheng chuckled.

"Hmph. Come in then."

Ouyegan snorted coldly and opened the big door.

"You look so young, yet you keep calling yourself an old man. I thought you were really elderly."

Seeing his appearance, Liu Zheng laughed.

Ouyegan looked around thirty or forty years old, his face was clear and lean, eyebrows like swords, temples as if carved by knives, with a head of white hair tied into a large braid trailing behind him, wearing a blue cloth robe, his strong muscles shaping the robe into his own silhouette.

In a nutshell, he's a muscular version of Huang Yaoshi.

"I enjoy it, what does it matter to you? Listen if you want, if not, take your Divine Weapon Fragment and scram."

Perhaps because the process of opening the door was less than harmonious, Ouyegan's attitude worsened after he opened it.

But Liu Zheng was accustomed to seeing cold faces, and merely laughed it off.

If Ouyegan had greeted him with a smile and been extremely courteous, Liu Zheng would have suspected he was trying to lure him into a trap.

"Yes, yes, revered master, this junior extends his courtesy."

Liu Zheng bowed and slipped inside.

As soon as he entered, it was a front courtyard, with two locked doors on either side and facing directly was a Duoyuan gate.

"Follow me."

Ouyegan led him through the Duoyuan gate, across the courtyard to the main hall.

"Rong Er, bring some tea over, don't use the good kind."

The two sat down according to their roles, and Ouyegan called out.

"Yes, father."

A female voice responded from behind a screen.

Soon after, a young girl dressed in a pink and white silk gown with gold trim, wearing numerous small braids and pearl hairpins, carried tea from behind the screen.

"Honored guest, please enjoy the tea."

The girl placed the tea down and greeted.

"Thank you, young lady."

Liu Zheng also stood and returned the gesture.

"Hmph, what honored guest, more like an uninvited visitor."

Ouyegan was still holding a grudge about his previous arrogance.

"I actually think this young man arrived at the perfect time, otherwise, father, you would have made me recite my books again."

Ouyegong smiled playfully.

"Don't think you can escape, you'll recite them after he leaves."

Ouyegan gave her a glare.

"We'll talk about later matters later; right now, I want to catch up on my drama. Sir, excuse me."

Ouyegong bowed slightly and then bounced away.

"So spoiled."

Ouyegan shook his head.

"I think your dear daughter is lively and lovely, and you two seem to get along beautifully. Unlike my friend's daughter, who is obedient yet dull, causing much worry."

Liu Zheng briefly mentioned Sasha's situation.

"Ah, every family has its own difficulties."

Ouyegan sighed after hearing this, his hostility diminished a bit.

"Are you helping that doctor so much because you want to be his son-in-law?"

Ouyegan teased.

"It's just mutual aid among friends; if that made me a son-in-law, I'd need a tentacle for each one just to keep up."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"Alright, alright, don't show off. Tell me, what are you here for?"

Ouyegan gestured dismissively.

"I heard you collected a chef's knife called 'Sloth,' and I've come specifically to purchase it."

He said frankly.

"Ah, so it's what we were aiming for. Well, you are from Bloody Restaurant, after all. How many Seven Deadly Sins have you gathered?"

Ouyegan asked curiously.

"This junior doesn't know, and even if he knew, due to the restaurant's rules, I cannot disclose it to you. But, I've used both 'Gluttony' and 'Anger' before."

"'Gluttony' and 'Anger,' huh? Can you bring them for me to see?"

Ouyegan looked eager.

"'Gluttony' might be difficult, but if you're willing to sell 'Sloth' to me, I can bring 'Anger' over for you to play with."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Oh, so you're buying 'Sloth' to trade for 'Anger,' are you?"

Ouyegan guessed his intention.

Liu Zheng smiled without speaking.

"Selling you 'Sloth' is simple, just trade another piece of Seven Deadly Sins."

Ouyegan said.

"You jest, I don't have another piece of Seven Deadly Sins, or I wouldn't need to come looking for you."

He answered helplessly.

"I only have 'Sloth' as part of the Seven Deadly Sins; selling it would reduce my collection, wouldn't it?"

"Judging by your tone, might you be a collector yourself?"

Liu Zheng's eyes flashed.

"So what if I am?"

"Did you attend the last barter auction?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I did. Unfortunately, I didn't find anything good, and the atmosphere was ruined by Peacock."

Ouyegan complained.

As an esteemed swordsmith in Metropolis, his skills and status were high, but he preferred staying home and avoiding trouble.

Facing Peacock head-on was certainly suicide, but complaining behind her back was permissible.

"Hehe."

Liu Zheng chuckled slyly.

"Why are you suddenly laughing? And in such an irritating manner."

Ouyegan rolled his eyes at him.

"Wait, you weren't the daring youngster who clashed with Peacock, were you?"

A flash of insight crossed Ouyegan's mind.

"Indeed, that would be me."

Liu Zheng acknowledged openly.

"Crazy, crazy, Peacock is insane, and you're insane too. How many lives do you have to dare arm-wrestling with her?"

Ouyegan exclaimed in shock.

As one of Metropolis's wealthiest entities, Peacock's temper was as well-known as her strength.