"I knew it."

Looking at the sign for Building 3A in front of him, Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

He had no idea where this annoying habit came from—writing Building 4 as 3A, writing Building 18 as 17A, or just skipping it altogether.

He took the elevator to the sixth floor and found the door to Room 606 in the northeast corner.

“Hello, your delivery has arrived.”

Liu Zheng knocked on the door.

No response.

He knocked a few more times harder, and finally, some movement came from inside.

“Leave it at the door, I’ll get it later.”

A weak yet irritable voice shouted.

Leave it at the door? That shouldn't count as a delivery, right?

“Sorry, the restaurant requires the recipient to sign for deliveries. Please open the door to receive it.”

Liu Zheng said cautiously.

“No time! Don’t bother me!”

The voice inside grew increasingly irritable.

“Really not opening?”

He was starting to lose patience.

“No! If you bother me again, I’m calling the police.”

The voice screamed sharply.

So this world actually had police?

Even if it did, Liu Zheng wasn’t scared.

Last time he wiped out all the guards at Heavenly Villa, and no one came after him. This time, he was only knocking.

Still, Liu Zheng called Bullhorse.

“The number you dialed is out of service area.”

The automated voice played.

Fine, fine, playing hard to get, huh?

Looks like asking Bullhorse for help wasn’t going to work this time.

Liu Zheng stared at his phone screen, and suddenly a string of numbers appeared in his mind.

Si Xue definitely knew more than Bullhorse.

“No pain, no gain.”

He shook his head sharply, dismissing the crazy idea.

“Open the door. I’ll throw the delivery in and leave right away, won’t waste a second.”

Liu Zheng shouted.

“No! Please, stop bothering me.”

The person inside wailed.

“What a lunatic...”

He was speechless.

None of these delivery customers were normal people. Can’t the restaurant just screen their clients?

Grumbling, Liu Zheng raised his tentacles.

No door opening means getting hit with grass—that’s how it works these days.

His tentacles knocked on the security door in every direction—up, down, left, right—giving him the strange sensation of playing the drums.

Liu Zheng was having fun, but the person inside couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Stop knocking!”

The security door suddenly swung open outward. A pale-faced person glared at him.

“Wow, it’s actually a girl.”

Liu Zheng was surprised.

The girl was petite, wearing an oversized T-shirt that reached her knees, crookedly exposing one shoulder.

Her facial features and face shape were very youthful, looking just like a middle school student.

However, other parts of her body were quite mature.

“I’m not signing for it. Leave quickly or I’ll really call the police.”

The girl threatened in a rather androgynous voice, no wonder he couldn’t tell her gender earlier. Find the newest release on noⅴelfire.net

“Sorry, I’ll leave immediately.”

Liu Zheng bowed apologetically, his tone sincere.

The girl’s expression softened slightly. She was about to close the door when a black shadow suddenly flew past her ear.

“Goodbye.”

Liu Zheng said with a smile and thoughtfully helped her close the door.

“Ahhh!”

A delayed scream erupted from inside a few seconds later.

He perked up his ears to listen, as if enjoying wonderful music.

Bullying a girl was a completely different kind of fun compared to smashing the heads of those burly guys.

However, although the sneak attack succeeded, Liu Zheng didn’t immediately drop his guard.

From his first delivery experience, as long as it wasn’t time yet, these customers could still refuse to accept the order.

He stretched out four tentacles and leaned forward, firmly bracing against the door.

Sure enough, loud thuds against the door came from inside soon after.

One hit, two hits, three hits...

The fierce pounding made Liu Zheng’s head buzz.

It seemed that having heightened senses wasn’t always a good thing; it made him lose reason and tormented his five senses.

“They’ve got some strength.”

The security door kept being pushed open slightly, then held firmly by him again.

Through the cracks, he vaguely saw the girl’s furious, distorted face.

Without the Flesh Mutation and the legendary deliveryman vest boost, he probably would have been thrown out the first time.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

The girl, unable to open the door, finally lost her temper.

Sawtooth-shaped bone spikes erupted from her pale arms, transforming into two mantis-like forelimbs.

“Damn.”

Liu Zheng’s eyes were sharp and quick; he immediately jumped aside.

The next second, accompanied by a teeth-grinding metallic slicing sound, the heavy security door shattered into pieces.

“Take your delivery and get lost, or I’ll kill you.”

The girl hooked the delivery bag with her bare foot and snarled fiercely.

“Can you fight me?”

His gaze didn’t look at the delivery bag or her crystal-clear little foot but fixed on those ferocious serrated limbs.

If he wanted to block that strike head-on, it wasn’t impossible.

His body’s physical strength had leveled up again; such cutting injuries posed little threat to his Flesh Rebirth ability.

But who knew if she had other tricks up her sleeve.

“Let’s make a deal.”

Liu Zheng suddenly said.

“What deal?”

The girl was momentarily stunned.

“Don’t you all want meat? I’ve got plenty on me.”

“Who wants your fat meat?”

The girl said disdainfully.

“Only you hard labor types need that kind of stuff.”

“Oh.”

Liu Zheng nodded.

Successful bait. This woman was definitely no ordinary flashy bitch.

She didn’t even want "meat," obviously a higher-level opponent than the enemies he’d met before.

If he could outsmart her, better than fighting head-on.

“Then here’s another deal. I’ll teach you how to write novels, you sign for the delivery.”

He thought for a moment.

“Teach me to write novels? You?”

The girl chuckled, a clucking sound like a little hen who only knew how to eat people.

“Where do you publish your novels? Print, paper, or online serial?”

Liu Zheng asked.

“Uh, online serial.”

The girl replied.

“Free platform or paid subscription?”

“Paid subscription.”

Her expression gradually grew serious.

“Male or female audience? What genre?”

He asked again.

“Male audience, rebirth career story.”

The girl answered honestly.

“What’s your average subscription?”

“Not signed yet. My new book submission got rejected.”

She said shyly.

“Hmph.”

Liu Zheng scoffed.

“I’ve also written rebirth career stories, averaged over 3,000 subscriptions.”

Then I kept failing and switched to being a reporter.

“Liar, then why are you delivering food?”

The girl questioned.

“Collecting material.”

He said lightly.

“Is that so?”

The girl wasn’t a fool and still looked suspicious.

“Enough talk, hurry and show me your manuscript.”

Liu Zheng glanced at his phone; twenty minutes left, enough to read the beginning.

“Alright.”

The girl looked at his four tentacles and reluctantly agreed.

She took an electronic notebook from her pocket and handed it to Liu Zheng.

In just three minutes, he scanned through the seven thousand characters of the opening.

“What kind of crap is this?”

Liu Zheng evaluated bluntly.

“That’s too harsh.”

The girl was displeased.

“The protagonist is set as an average-looking, gloomy guy. Toxic.”

“Why?”

The girl asked.

“All readers are handsome bastards; how can they relate if you write like this?”

Liu Zheng said with righteous severity.