My name is Serious, and my name is very upright, but I am actually just a food delivery boy who makes a living in the Deep Sea City. During the day, I rode a broken electric scooter and was chased away by security guards and yelled at by customers for a few dollars in delivery fees. There was a crumpled yellow "Open Road" paper stuck on the takeout box. In the early hours of the morning, when the whole city fell into an eerie silence, I was the only architect of order in the night. I have a folding stick engraved with thunder patterns, and a brown rag bag that can swallow all souls. The evil boss: "Which mountain are you descended from? How dare you destroy my financial path!" Me: "The 82nd generation of Maoshan, by the way... Your beef noodles are almost cold. Please give me a five-star review. Thank you."
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