"I'd like to, but I don't dare."
The man with glasses shook his head.
"Smart move."
Liu Zheng praised him, just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping in the distance.
He looked at the man with glasses, who raised his phone.
"I didn't give them an address; they must have tracked my phone's location."
The man with glasses explained.
"Hm, no problem. You just need to sign for the delivery; leave the rest to me."
Liu Zheng tossed the delivery slip into the yard.
"You'd better not have any improper thoughts. Maybe I'll end up in big trouble, but you and your wife will definitely die."
He reminded him.
"I understand."
The man with glasses quietly picked up the delivery slip, took a pen from his pocket, and signed it.
As he was signing, a group of fly-men rapidly approached, followed by a pickup truck.
The fly-men quickly noticed the damaged ground and then surrounded Liu Zheng.
