The system that Li Ang is bound to is a piece of rubbish - a League of Legends skill is randomly selected at midnight every day, which lasts for 24 hours and becomes invalid upon expiration. On the first day, I drew Teemo's blinding dart, on the second day, I got Jinx's passive, and on the third day, I got Tamtun's ultimate move. He tried swallowing an express package and was almost called to the police as a human trafficker by the customer. But it was this waste system that forcibly cut a bloody path on his way to deliver the courier - the thief who stole the courier was hit in the face with a blowgun, the gangster who collected protection fees had his wrist broken by the spike defense, and the tube building was on fire. He used Glacial Storm to suppress the fire and then used the altar to milk the old people back one by one. Since then, there has been an urban legend in the whole city: There is a courier, don't mess with him, you don't know what the hell he got today. Later, a void crack opened in the north of the city, and the monster crawling out said that he was not qualified - Li Ang punched it in the chest, looked down at its light body fragments and said: Don't talk to me about qualifications, you are not even as good as a courier.
