After my mobile phone malfunctioned, I was able to deliver food to the doomsday!
A portion of braised chicken made the Iron-blooded Goddess of War cry and beg me to place an additional order.
A box of ibuprofen is regarded as a life-saving medicine by top soldiers.
When the doomsday bosses were fighting for my order, I silently counted the gold bars: "Don't worry, everyone has a share."
Until that day, the system suddenly warned——
[Note: Your client "Zombie King" has tipped 999 times in a row]
[Would you like to enable "two-way transmission"?
I looked at the piles of arms and gold in the warehouse and smiled: "This time, it's my turn to deliver them myself."
