Everyone thought I was just an ordinary takeaway boy, running errands and delivering food, living a low-key life.
But no one knows that I possess peerless strength and can easily resolve disputes between wealthy families, martial arts masters, and otherworldly experts.
The rich second generation mocks me as a low-level ant, but the big boss comes to the door and bows respectfully.
Everyone was stunned: Are you crazy! Can this be called an ordinary takeaway boy?
