"Don't do this! I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"
Ryan was frightened. Reluctant as he was, he didn't dare press his luck further.
The drunk woman ran down from the bed naked, and pushed Ryan, who was putting on his pants, out with all her strength. While pushing him, she scratched Ryan and went completely crazy.
"Get out… GET OUT!"
"Why… Why are you treating me like this? I love you so much!"
"No one can replace you! Why would you do this to me…?"
BANG!
The door slammed shut with an ear-splitting noise, loud enough to wake the neighbors. Surely, everyone in the nearby rooms was now awake.
Even with the door shut, the woman's hysterical sobbing echoed through the hallway. Drunk and deranged, she was in the throes of a complete breakdown.
Ryan quickly zipped up his pants and made sure his phone was still on him. Not wanting to risk further entanglement, he dashed out of the building.
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"Ryan, why don't you go back?"
A chubby guy from the group was already yawning and muttering, "I really don't get it. You're studying at a good university. Why not take on a proper part-time job instead of delivering food so late at night?"
"No, I still need one more order to earn the bonus."
The chubby guy asked curiously, "What happened to your face?"
Earlier, that drunk women had gone wild and left a few scratches on Ryan's face.
'She's really fierce. Makes you wonder if she'd be just as wild in bed.'
Recalling the thrilling moment of that struggle, Ryan replied nonchalantly, "Nothing, just brushed against a tree branch."
"Suit yourself. I'm heading back to sleep."
Just one more order, and the bonus would be complete. With the payout and his savings from other part-time jobs, he would have a total of 1,200 dollars. Add in a swipe of his credit card, and he could finally afford the iPhone 16 that Tina had been dreaming of.
Finally, after a long, anxious wait, a notification came through—a delivery errand order.
Ryan, as if injected with a dose of adrenaline, rushed to an old residential complex. Without an elevator, he had no choice but to take the stairs.
The building lacked a functioning security door. Ryan arrived at the 8th floor, where there was only one apartment.
An elderly man with a kind face opened the door as if he had been waiting. Seeing Ryan, he smiled warmly and said, "Thank you, young man. I'm sorry for troubling you so late."
"It's no trouble. This is what I'm here for. Grandpa, you should get some rest."
"Alright. Wishing you the best, Lucky."
Takeaway delivery is always a race against time. Ryan took the package and dashed downstairs as if teleporting, moving so fast it was just shy of leaping off the building.
Ryan didn't notice the look of utter disappointment on the old man's face as he closed the door. The old man shook his head and sighed, "Another carbon-based life form. Another wasted system."
"Damn it!!!"
Ryan hopped onto his electric scooter and opened his phone, only to freeze in confusion.
According to the app's process, once the package was marked as picked up, the delivery address should have been displayed. But unexpectedly, the system started lagging.
This was a Redmi 6 phone that had been in use for six years. The screen was cracked, and even the microphone wasn't functioning properly, but Ryan had been saving money and couldn't bear to replace it.
Helpless, he restarted the phone. The restart was painfully slow, so Ryan rode over to the gatehouse.
The night security guard, sitting idly, greeted him enthusiastically as Ryan approached and handed him a cigarette.
"You're a hardworking young man, still out delivering food this late at night," the guard said warmly.
Ryan smiled. "Yeah, I just got an order. An elderly man on the 8th floor wants to deliver a mobile phone to someone. Once I finish this, I'm done for the night."
The guard froze upon hearing this. His expression turned strange, and he held the cigarette nervously. "Young man, you must be mistaken."
"No, I'm sure!"
Just as the phone finished restarting, Ryan immediately opened the app and handed it over. "Look! It's 801, Building 11. See for yourself!"
The guard's scalp tingled instantly. Trembling, he pulled out a protective amulet and hoarsely said, "This is our company's dormitory. All the buildings were constructed the same back then. The top floor only goes up to the 6th floor."
"Uncle, it's late at night. Don't joke like that."
"If you don't believe me, count for yourself."
Ryan turned to look at the old buildings behind him. Trembling, he started counting the floors, and his scalp went completely numb.
Just as the gatekeeper had said, all the buildings were only six stories high. Where did the 7th and 8th floors come from?
The most terrifying part was that Ryan had counted the floors both on his way up and down. The corridor signs clearly displayed the floor numbers, and he was 100% sure that he had picked up the package on the 8th floor.
Ding…
At that moment, the app finally finished updating. Almost instinctively, out of habit, Ryan glanced at the delivery address.
The moment he saw it, his scalp felt like it would burst, and his vision darkened slightly.
Recipient: Ryan Dressrosa
Phone Number: …
The address? His own dorm room at Griffith University.
"Oh my god!!!"
Ryan yelped in shock, immediately tossing the horrifying package into a nearby trash can. He jumped onto his electric scooter and sped away without looking back.
"The third one is back!!!"
Dormitory management at Griffith University was notoriously lax. While they strictly monitored freshmen, juniors and seniors were rarely supervised.
The access control system was practically useless. The dorm manager, too lazy to get up, had simply left the door unlocked. Ryan rushed back to his dorm room as quickly as possible.
The accommodations were relatively good. Of the four-person room, one had moved out to live with his girlfriend, leaving only Ryan and his two other roommates.
They were still playing Pubg, their faces greasy from staying up late, unmistakably displaying the traits of night owls.
The eldest, Jacob, didn't even turn his head, while the second, Weston, glanced at Ryan's empty hands and grumbled, "What the hell, no snacks today? Don't even think about me calling you 'Dad'!"
The lights couldn't be turned on at this hour. Ryan trembled as he walked back to his bed and sat down, feeling as though his entire body was falling apart.
Noticing Ryan lack of response, Jacob and Weston sensed something was wrong. They immediately put down their games and came over.
Ryan face was deathly pale, beads of cold sweat covered his forehead, and his whole body was shaking.
"Third brother, are you okay?!"
Jacob immediately put his hand on Ryan forehead, and not only was there no fever, but it was also ice-cold.
Weston also asked with concern: "Are you sick? Why is your face so pale?"