I'm a delivery boy.
Being kicked, scolded, and broken up with can earn nine bad reviews a day.
Until I received an order, the address was a suburban martial arts gym.
After delivering the bowl of egg fried rice, I took away the fighting skills of the King of Soldiers.
Now, the entire dark side of the city is ordering my takeout.
Awakened people, chaebols, hidden families - they don't know that what I give them is never food.
It's cause and effect.
