My name is Lin Chen, and I am the most ordinary one among the thousands of delivery workers in Xinghai City.
I ride a modified e-donkey through the reinforced concrete forest every day, and the navigation prompts sound more regular than my heartbeat. In the customer notes, "Don't knock on the door when delivered" and "Just put it in the takeout cabinet". There are too many news on the martial arts rankings about "breaking rockery with one punch". After all, to me, how much is a punch from a bronze-level warrior worth? It's better to earn the five yuan overtime subsidy from delivering on time.
Until that day when it rained heavily, I sent an "urgent order" to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. Through the rusty iron door, I heard the muffled sound of broken bones coming from inside, and someone yelled, "I want this bottle of 'body tempering agent'." My hands were holding the takeout bag and I was sweating. Just as I was about to sneak away quietly, a black shadow flew out through the iron door and hit my eDonkey - it was a man with a broken arm, half a piece of metal stuck in his chest, but his eyes were still burning with crazy light, staring at the insulated bag in my hand.
"That... That's the pickled fish that the customer ordered..." I backed away subconsciously, but I didn't notice that the shiny old copper coin in my pocket was getting slightly hot with my heartbeat.
I later learned that what I delivered that day was more than just a takeaway.
It was the first punch that shattered my mediocre life, and it was also the beginning of the secret about "power" hidden under the neon lights in this bustling city. After all, who would have thought that the white-collar worker in an office building who usually pushes orders the hardest would have a tattoo of a silver-level warrior hidden under his sleeve? Who could have imagined that my hands, which cannot unscrew bottle caps, would one day hold the power to overturn the rules?
It's still raining in Xinghai City…
