"Delivery for this address," Evan stated, his tone steady.
The voice on the other side, tinged with suspicion, responded, "What delivery? I didn't order anything. Wrong address."
Evan's eyes narrowed slightly. "No. This is definitely the right address. 1523 Raghunath Street, correct?"
"Yes."
"Then it's the right address."
The voice on the other end grew irate. "What do you mean it's the right address? I didn't order anything, damn it!"
Evan's expression remained impassive, waiting for the door to open. His plan was simple: get inside without making a commotion. He needed to gain entry to confront whoever was inside.
The door finally creaked open, and before the man could react further, Evan's fist connected with his chest.
BANG!
The soles of his hard shoes perfectly slammed against the man's face, knocking him out cold.
"Perfect," Evan muttered as he stepped over the unconscious man and entered the hub.
