C12 The Arrogant Tattooed Man

"This feels amazing."

Jiang Xiaoyu had barely stepped out of the luxury car when his phone buzzed with friend requests from female classmates.

"None of you wanted to add me before, but now that you've sniffed out my wealth, you're all eager to cozy up to me."

Jiang Xiaoyu deliberately held off on accepting the requests, deciding to let them sweat it out a bit. He'd add them after he wrapped up his special delivery gig.

But no sooner had the Rolls-Royce entered the neighborhood than it was snarled in a massive traffic jam, with only 27 minutes left to make the delivery.

"I have no idea how long we'll be stuck here. I can't afford to waste time; there's a villa on the line."

Looking around, Jiang Xiaoyu recognized the New Crystal Hotel—the very place he'd delivered grilled oysters to his ex the night before.

"My trusty electromobile!"

Without a second thought, he hopped out and instructed his team to take the Rolls back to Imperial Entertainment.

His electromobile was parked right there!

Jiang Xiaoyu dashed across the street and slipped into a yellow uniform.

The System's strict rule was clear: no uniform, no special reward—just points.

"I'm after the villa and the points! I won't settle for less."

Geared up, Jiang Xiaoyu quickly inspected the delivery box. The System had already prepared a nutritious late-night snack.

The System never failed to impress.

With a couple of familiar honks on the electromobile's horn, he was off.

"Let's roll!"

Jiang Xiaoyu found his groove, weaving through the gridlocked traffic with ease.

Where there's a will, there's a way!

Soon enough, he reached the heart of the jam. The culprit? A trivial incident.

A hefty, tattooed man had his black Cayenne sprawled across the road, blocking a take-away deliveryman and all other traffic.

The deliveryman's face bore the mark of a heavy slap, and his electric bike lay crushed under the man's boot, surrounded by scattered food.

"You owe me 100,000 yuan tonight, or kiss your delivery days goodbye!"

The tattooed brute was wielding a metal rod, and the drivers he'd trapped could only simmer in silent rage, feeling for the deliveryman.

"Big brother, I'm so sorry!"

The deliveryman was desperate. "I don't have that kind of money, and I didn't hit your car. You didn't have to hit me!"

"In this neck of the woods, I'm the boss! You and your little bike got in the way of my joyride—that's on you!"

The man basked in the attention, far from ashamed, and issued a humiliating demand: "No money? Then get on your knees and eat the spilled food. Do that, and I might let you go."

The crowd seethed at his audacity.

The deliveryman's fists tightened with fury. His meager livelihood depended on this job.

He'd always worked hard, only to be tormented by a thug tonight.

Shouldn't good people get their due?

"This guy's crossed the line!"

Jiang Xiaoyu muttered a curse, parked his electromobile, and with a swift slap, sent the tattooed man sprawling to the pavement.

Everyone was taken aback by Jiang Xiaoyu's unexpected act of valor, but their shock quickly turned to exhilaration!

At last, someone had come to his aid!

And that someone was a fellow take-away deliveryman!

But this wasn't just any deliveryman; he was a courageous one at that!