I've been delivering takeout for three years, and people have called me “stinking outsider” for just as long.
My landlord hounds me for rent, other couriers pick on me, and even the neighborhood security guards think they can boss me around.
On a stormy night, I was late with an order, and the customer cursed me over the phone: “You can't even deliver food properly. What's the point of someone like you being alive?”
I crouched by the roadside, gnawing on a cold steamed bun as tears mixed with the rain streaming down my face.
Nobody knew that three years ago, I was the youngest special forces king, codename “Warwolf.”
After a top-secret mission cost my parents their lives, I retired with severe injuries, hid my identity, and became a good-for-nothing in everyone's eyes.
Until one day, a group of uniformed soldiers blocked my electric scooter.
The elderly man at their head saluted with a trembling hand. “Young commander, we've finally found you.”
With my identity as a martyr's orphan revealed, I go from a lowly deliveryman to a military-region legend and begin my rise to the top.
The conspiracy behind my parents' deaths comes to light. This time, I'll use my strength to protect my country and bring peace.
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