After delivering food for three years, Pingjiang has become a living map. The soup in the thermos is never spilled, and the orders delivered are never late.
But he is poor.
Major League Baseball tested him three times, and the file said: No such person was found.
He doesn't care. As for those who deliver food, they have work to do and food to eat, which is enough.
Until the Iron Fist Gang smashed up the Shen Family Noodle Shop.
His father, Shen Qing, stood in front of the store all night and nailed the broken sign back up the next morning. Shen Rui said nothing and took the order. The address he filled in was the Iron Fist Gang's home.
Kicking open the door, the takeout box slapped Ai Tie on the face.
"Hello, your takeaway has arrived - please give it a five-star review."
That day, everyone in Pingjiang saw a deliveryman chasing the Iron Fist Gang down a street, slashing him down the street. He had a machete in his hand that was condensed with black air. His eyes were turning white in fear, and his body was burning with silver fire. He slashed with one blow at a time, until the third leader of the Iron Fist Gang almost lost his breath.
The Gray Falcon mercenaries are here, he will send them off.
Zhulong Company is here and he delivers.
Lao Lu from Qiyao is here - he still gives it away.
Someone asked him why.
He said, "I cover this area."
Zero ghosts and zero gods, just beating a living person.
From one street to a city.
Hello, your takeaway has arrived.
