No. 9, 10th Street.
It was the same address as all the previous recipients. It was an ordinary two-story house with a deserted front yard and no mailbox in front of the door.
Feng bujue, who had parked his bicycle, carried his backpack, held the shotgun, and walked to the front door.
"Pa, pa, pa!"
"Open the door!" He shouted as he knocked on the door.
Not long after, a fat man in slippers came down from the second floor and opened the door to a palm-sized gap. He stood in the shadow and asked,""Who are you looking for?"
"A postman." Feng bujue raised his temporary work pass and waved it in front of the man. Then, he put it away and took out an envelope."I'm here to deliver a letter."
"I ... Don't want it." Number Ten's reaction was exactly the same as the previous nine.
Kachakachakachak
Feng bujue picked up the shotgun and stuck the muzzle into the door.""Do you accept this?"
"What ... What are you doing?" The fat man showed fear, but he didn't run.
