I, an ordinary delivery boy, travel through the streets and alleys of the city every day. I am scolded for overtime delivery, money is deducted for bad reviews, and my life is miserable. Until that day, when I was delivering food to an abandoned building, I encountered a group of masked men who called themselves "Gods of War" and were beating an old man. I thought it would be better to do less than to do more, but they insisted on stealing my takeout and called me a waste. I have endured it for more than ten years, but I don't want to endure it anymore this time. He picked up the car lock and smashed the so-called "God of War"'s teeth with one punch. Then, my cell phone rang. The old man stood up wiping the blood and handed me a black card: "Boy, from today on, you are the thirteenth generation of the Protector of China." I was stunned - I just wanted to deliver today's last order on time!
