Chapter 201: Special Delivery, Snake Oil Hand Cream (Thanks to the alliance leader 真香的油条, 5k)

Wen Yan could no longer pay attention to what Old Zhao was saying. He immediately extended his hand and gave Old Zhao another Blessing of Yang Energy.

"If you keep messing with these things, I won’t save any Turtle Shell for you! What if you use it and carelessly perform an on-the-spot vanishing act?"

Old Zhao was speechless, unable to explain himself clearly.

It was just that occasionally, he would remember certain things and couldn’t help but start messing around with them.

"I’m not saying you shouldn’t do it," Wen Yan continued. "But you clearly can’t control yourself. If you go too far, you might end up dead."

After a moment’s thought, Wen Yan looked up. He waved at the five heads stacked by the window and motioned for them to come over.

The five brothers lined up and walked out boldly and confidently, forming a row in front of Wen Yan.

"I need a favor. Can you keep an eye on Old Zhao for me? Don’t let him play himself to death."

As he spoke, Wen Yan extended his hand and touched the foreheads of each of the five brothers, giving them a Blessing of Yang Energy.

The five brothers stretched their necks, their faces brimming with bliss.

"No problem, no problem!"

"It’s just a small matter."

"If Old Zhao dies, we won’t be able to pass the buck."

"Nonsense! It’s all Old Zhao’s fault to begin with."

"That’s right! It’s all because of Old Zhao. We’re innocent."

Every time Wen Yan saw these five brothers, he felt quite good. The more he looked at these misfit five brothers, the more endearing they seemed.

Although their speech was all over the place, when it came to doing something—as long as food was involved—they could be very focused.

Wen Yan waved his hand, and the five brothers rushed forward, dragging Old Zhao back with them.

"I really understand Feng Shui, I do! I’m sure I’ll remember how to calculate it!" Old Zhao was reluctant and kept clamoring to continue his calculations.

As Old Zhao struggled, the brothers dismembered him. Each clutched a part of him as they raced back to the house, with Old Zhao’s head, using its hair as feet, howling as it followed behind.

Wen Yan watched them romp about with a hearty laugh.

Wen Yan really didn’t want to bother Old Zhao unless it was absolutely necessary; he would wait until Old Zhao recovered a bit. Old Zhao had almost completely dissipated last time, which had really given Wen Yan a scare. Wen Yan had some ideas about Old Zhao using the Yang Energy Blessing for his calculations—much like charging a phone while playing games on it. As long as the charging rate exceeded the consumption rate, there wouldn’t be a big problem. Of course, he couldn’t let Old Zhao know this. If he did, the guy would dare to engage in actions that could kill him. It was better to keep him quiet for the time being.

Wen Yan went back to the backyard and continued practicing his boxing, not stopping until dawn. The first light of morning, feeble yet unstoppable, swept away the gloom between heaven and earth with an Invincible demeanor.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Yan felt that today’s first ray of sunlight seemed to have something extra in it. Practicing boxing under these circumstances increased his efficiency by at least another thirty percent.

And this blessing lasted a full fifteen minutes.

No wonder so many people practice boxing early in the morning, he thought. There really is a benefit to it. I’ve never felt the advantages so clearly before.

Noticing it was about time, Wen Yan took out his phone, ordered breakfast, and practiced his moves once more. By the time he had finished washing up, the breakfast had almost arrived.

Wen Yan stood at the front door of the courtyard, watching the familiar electric scooter speeding towards him, and was briefly taken aback.

"Mr. Wen, here’s your breakfast," the Horseman said with a smile, no longer carrying the wariness and suppressed fear of the night. "Please check if everything is alright. I’d appreciate a positive review if there are no issues."

"I switched to a different platform today. How come it’s still you?" Wen Yan asked.

The young Horseman gently tugged at his blue uniform, revealing the yellow one underneath.

"I do it all—takeout, express delivery, purchases on demand," he explained. "Mr. Wen, if you need anything, you can add me on Feixin. Whether it’s windy or raining, as long as I’m online, I can take orders."

The young man was extremely polite. After a few deliveries to this place, he vaguely sensed something was off. However, as long as he hung the meals at the door at night and the customer was satisfied, they were always generous, adding an extra fifty each time.

This fifty wasn’t subject to the company’s cut and was equivalent to what he’d earn from delivering a dozen or so orders.

Of course, I like generous customers like these, the Horseman thought. Who cares if this place is just rumored to be haunted? So what if there really is a Ghost? As long as I’m paid in real money, I’d dare to deliver even if a Ghost ordered takeout.

Wen Yan thought about it and added the young man on Feixin.

With a smile on his face, the young Horseman insisted on taking out Wen Yan’s trash on his way out.

Watching the Horseman twist the throttle to the max, making the electric scooter take off at a lightning-fast pace, Wen Yan thought for a moment, then sent him an extra tip and a message telling him to stay safe.

No sooner had the Horseman left the villa complex than a pop-up appeared on the phone clamped in front of him. Quick as lightning, his hand had already accepted the order before his eyes even fully registered the content.

He pulled over and examined the order on his phone. It was a regular one: beef brisket wonton noodle soup.

He looked at the restaurant’s name.This place doesn’t even do delivery, as I recall, does it?he thought.

Scrolling down, he indeed found it was a purchase-on-demand order, and the payment had already been made.

He immediately rushed to the shop, purchased a bowl of beef brisket wonton noodle soup, and headed straight to the address on the order.

The delivery address was the new wing of Virtue City First Hospital. He had heard it wasn’t supposed to officially open until next year, but recently, some parts of the building had already started admitting patients.