“Boss, I really am a food delivery guy.” Sima Dekang raised his hands and looked innocently at the gang boss pointing a gun at his head. “What assassin’s coat? This is the latest jacket from Meituan! Why are there weapons in the insulated bag? They’re Children’s Day gifts for a customer’s kid, toy models!” As he explained, he quietly nudged the corpse on the ground toward the space under the sofa with his foot. “...You don’t believe me? That’s fine.” Sima Dekang sighed, his gaze suddenly turning cold. “It’s not like I care whether the dead believe me.”
