My name is Ye Beixuan, an ordinary person who just wants to deliver food.
Until I delivered an order of spicy hotpot to the popular female anchor Lin Weiwei in a heavy rain.
Her wealthy second-generation suitor threw money in my face and watched my "joke" live on the Internet.
I silently picked up the money, put it back into his Ferrari, and turned to leave.
I thought that was the end of it.
Little did I know that the old scar on my wrist had been recognized by some people through the live broadcast footage.
That night, my peaceful life came to an end.
The international dark web offered a reward for my traces, various forces poured into Jiangcheng, and my food delivery app was filled with "fatal orders" placed in code words.
Even the rich second generation who humiliated me yesterday knelt down in front of me crying and begging for mercy.
What's even more troublesome is that the sweet and harmless-looking female anchor Lin Weiwei looks at me more and more wrong.
Until I saw a special pistol engraved with the code name "Nightingale" deep in her drawer...
When the layers of the Ares delivery boy's vest peeled off, he discovered that the identity of the person next to him was actually more shocking than the dark web fatwa.
