The results of the martial arts exam are posted, and for the third year in a row, he has failed. Even the martial arts academy turns him away when he tries to deliver food there, saying he brings bad luck.
The delivery station's contractor cuts his pay and assigns him orders. Martial artist customers leave him bad reviews: A delivery guy thinks he can get involved in martial arts?
A panel pops up on his phone: [Complete one delivery, Vitality +0.1].
On a stormy night, while others cancel their orders, he snatches them up: One dangerous delivery is worth a hundred ordinary ones.
He carries a refrigerator up to the sixth floor without breaking a sweat, and the customer just thinks he's a fool.
Until Martial Uncle Wu, who has been covering the annual renewal fee for his martial arts registration for two years, gets cornered at his door. He casually waives the delivery fee, then carries the troublemaking martial artist all the way back to the Martial Arts Association.
Later, the Martial Arts Association surrounds a
