I Can See the Data: From Delivery Driver to God of War

I delivered food to the Golden Cauldron Club. A rich second-generation kid tossed the meal into the trash right in front of me, then filed a complaint that cost me 200 yuan.

I said nothing.

Today, he cornered my cousin again, jabbed a finger at my chest, and said he’d make sure I couldn’t survive in Jiangzhou.

I made a phone call. Three minutes later, his family’s 5-billion-yuan business was wiped out.

His father knelt on the ground and begged me to show mercy.

I said, “Your son went after my family!”