I Was Just Delivering Takeout, So Why Are All My Orders from the Underworld?

Ding! Dear Underworld courier, you have a new delivery order. Please handle it promptly.

Jiang Jun, a transmigrator, brought a System that doubled his delivery fees to this world, only to discover that all the major food delivery platforms had blacklisted him.

With nowhere else to turn, he joined a delivery company called “Underworld Express Services.”

The boss promised five kinds of social insurance and one housing fund, a nine-to-five schedule, and absolutely no overtime. Anyone who dared to make him work overtime would lose their life.

That sounded pretty nice, so Jiang Jun signed a ten-year contract without hesitation.

But when orders started arriving on his phone one after another, he was dumbfounded.

“Go to the funeral and slap that disloyal woman for me.”

“Kid, can I borrow your body for a bit? I want to experience the thrill of clubbing again.”

“I was a narcotics officer. Infiltrate the drug den for me and bring out the criminal evidence I collected.”

These orders were seriously messed up!

Then Jiang Jun noticed his boss grinning, and there was something downright sinister about it.

Could you really be the King of...?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.