You Were Supposed to Deliver Food, So Why Are You Rescuing People in Northern Myanmar?

Lin Fan, a deliveryman buried in his family's enormous debt, lives worse than a dog. Just as his station manager humiliates him and he's about to get his account suspended, the All-Purpose Errand System awakens! “Ding! New order: Head to a compound in northern Myanmar and rescue a trapped female journalist. Distance: 3,000 kilometers. Delivery fee: 5 million!” Lin Fan: “Order accepted! As long as the money's right, I'll deliver to the King of Hell's table!” And so, a scene that shocked the world unfolded. On a battlefield of bullets and deadly danger, when all the special forces are at a loss, a delivery guy in a yellow secret identity vest rides a modified motorcycle straight into enemy territory. Facing a gun barrel pointed right at him, Lin Fan calmly takes out his phone: “Ms. Su, your delivery is here. Please give me a five-star review. I'll be docked for being late.” The world's military forces go mad: You call this guy a deliveryman? Since when can a deliveryman hold down an AK with one hand and kick a helicopter to pieces?!