Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"drop--"

A cold, female voice notification came from the phone.

"You have a new food delivery order. It will be delivered in 20 minutes."

Er Lengzi stuffed his phone into his pocket.

He straddled that broken electric scooter with half of its paint chipped off.

The yellow windbreaker was so covered in mud and water that its original color was no longer visible, and dirty water was still dripping from the corner of the jacket.

He wiped the rain off his face and squinted at the bumpy, muddy road ahead.

This is Laoxiguan, a well-known urban village in Longhai City.

The road was so narrow that even a tricycle couldn't pass each other, and today, the municipal government was repairing pipelines and dug a deep trench more than a meter wide.

Yellow warning tape stretched along the entire route.

The utility pole next to us was covered with graffiti, which rattled loudly when the wind blew.

Several Meituan delivery riders wearing blue vests were pushing their bikes and grumbling as they circled around outside the cordon.

"Damn it, how am I supposed to get around this lousy road! I have to go around to the back street, that'll add two kilometers to my journey!"

"This order is definitely going to be late, and today's subsidy is gone again."

A skinny man in a blue vest irritably honked his horn, emitting a piercing beeping sound.

Er Lengzi didn't honk the horn.

He touched his bald buzz cut, his thick lips pressed into a line.

I turned my head and glanced at the spicy hot pot in the insulated box.

Steam escaped through the seams of the box, and the plastic bag was printed with the words "Hongxing Malatang" in red.

"A detour?"

Er Lengzi muttered something.

"Brother Su said that for every second over the time limit, five hundred yuan will be deducted."

He thought of the meager savings in his bank account, and how he still needed to pay his night school tuition next month.

He kicked his thigh hard.

The electric scooter shot off with a whoosh, like a startled wild boar.

The rear wheels spun wildly in the mud, splashing several people in blue vests next to it with yellow mud.

"Hey! Are you looking for death?!"

The skinny rider wiped the mud off his face and roared angrily.

"The road ahead has been cut off! We can't get through!"

Er Lengzi didn't slow down.

The rain lashed against his eyes, making it impossible for him to open them. He stared intently at the deep ditch, which was more than a meter wide.

The ditch was full of murky, yellowish water, bubbling and gurgling.

The electric scooter is getting faster and faster.

Twenty meters.

ten meters.

five meters.

When they were only one step away from the deep ditch.

Er Lengzi gripped the brakes tightly with both hands, his thick arms bulging with veins.

Accompanied by a piercing sound of rubber rubbing together.

The front wheel of the electric scooter was raised high.

He took advantage of this momentum.

With both feet off the pedals, the entire body is lifted into the air.

Like a nimble black panther.

He forcefully stepped on the handlebars of the electric scooter and used the momentum to leap into the air.

"Bang!"

He landed steadily on the muddy ground opposite the deep ditch.

The leather boots splashed mud everywhere.

The electric scooter that had made such a great contribution crashed straight into the ditch with a loud bang.

Muddy water splashed up two meters high.

The blue-vested guys behind them were completely dumbfounded.

Several people stood with their mouths open, unaware that rainwater was pouring into their mouths.

"Is this...is this a movie shoot?"

The skinny rider stammered, nearly dropping his phone into the water.

Er Lengzi ignored the wrecked car.

He reached behind him, opened the insulated box, and pulled out the tightly wrapped spicy hot pot.

He tucked it into his windbreaker.

Zip it all the way up.

This is an urban village.

The houses are next to each other, in a complex and intertwined manner.

Er Lengzi looked up at the illegally constructed two-story building in front of him.

There is no road.

Or rather, the roads on the ground are blocked.

He took a deep breath of the earthy air.

When I was smuggling with Bai Laogui, we were cornered by the police in an alley.

How did they manage to escape?

Er Lengzi took two steps back.

Suddenly accelerate during the running start.

He kicked off a broken tire against the wall.

The body grows taller.

He clung tightly to the low concrete windowsill on the second floor with both hands.

"Drink!"

He let out a low growl, and the muscles in his thick arms bulged instantly.

They forcefully pulled their bodies, weighing over 180 pounds, up there.

"Splash—"

He kicked down several loose red bricks, which landed on a rain shelter below.

Er Lengzi climbed onto the flat roof.

He was hunched over, like a giant yellow cat darting across the rooftop.

Stepping on the moss-covered asbestos tiles, we passed over the haphazardly laid clotheslines and tangled power lines.

In the alley below.

An elderly woman carrying an umbrella had just stepped out of her house when she heard a thunderous sound of footsteps overhead.

She looked up and saw a yellow shadow leap across the gap between the two buildings.

"Oh my god! A thief!"

The woman was so frightened that she dropped her umbrella and sat down hard in a puddle.

Er Lengzi completely ignored the gasps of his men.

He ran wildly across the rooftops.

Step over exhaust fans and leap over skylights.

"You have a new order that is about to expire. Please deliver it as soon as possible."

The phone notification sounded like a death knell in my pocket.

Er Lengzi glanced down.

Three minutes left.

He stopped at the edge of an old three-story residential building.

Looking down, there was a narrow alley.

The security window on the second floor of the building across the street faces this alley.

That was the address he was supposed to deliver it to.

Er Lengzi swallowed hard.

The rain was getting heavier, and visibility was getting poor.

He tightened his grip on the spicy hot pot in his arms, feeling the warmth emanating from through his clothes.

"Let's give it our all!"

He gritted his teeth.

He suddenly jumped off the edge of the third floor.

In mid-air, his hands gripped a thick, black communication cable that stretched between two buildings like pliers.

"Sizzle—"

The cable sank violently under his weight, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Er Lengzi used the force of the swing to his advantage.

He was like a cannonball fired from a gun.

It smashed straight at the lit window on the second floor across the street.

"Bang!"

He crashed heavily into the rusty iron security bars.

The iron pipe vibrated and made a buzzing sound.

He gripped the iron railing tightly with one hand, his body dangling in mid-air, with the alleyway three meters below him.

In the room.

A nerdy guy wearing thick-rimmed glasses is playing video games with headphones on.

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise outside the window.

He jumped in fright, took off his headphones, and shakily pulled open the curtains.

outside the window.

A face covered in rainwater and mud was smiling at him through the iron bars.

His smile was honest, but the yellow vest and the suspended posture made him look incredibly eerie.

"B-Big brother... what are you doing!"

The nerdy guy was so frightened that he took two steps back and grabbed the keyboard on the table as a weapon.

"I called the police!"

Er Lengzi supported himself with one hand on the security grille.

He pulled out the still-steaming hot pot from his pocket.

He squeezed himself in through the gap in the railing.

"brother."

Er Lengzi, panting heavily, grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

"Are you hungry, Sihai? Here's your mala tang. Mildly spicy, with two braised eggs."

The otaku was dumbfounded.

He blankly accepted the plastic bag, which was still warm from his body.

Even through the bag, he could feel its scalding heat.

He looked down at the orders on his phone.

Time taken: 14 minutes and 59 seconds.

"this……"

The otaku opened his mouth and made a gurgling sound in his throat.

He glanced at the takeout in his hand, then at the burly man hanging in mid-air like Spider-Man outside the window.

"You...you flew here along the power line?"

The nerdy guy stammered.

Er Lengzi wiped the rain off his face.

"Brother Su said, if I'm even one second over the time limit, I lose."

He gave a simple, honest smile.

"Bro, eat it while it's hot. Remember to give me a five-star review! I need to pay for my CPA prep course next month."

Done.

Er Lengzi let go of his hands and fell straight down.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

He landed steadily in the muddy alley.

He patted the mud off his body.

Er Lengzi pulled a walkie-talkie out of his pocket.

"Tiger Bro! Order number 03 has been delivered! Not late!"

His voice was loud and clear.

On the other end of the walkie-talkie came Lei Hu's roar as he did the splits.

"Well done, you idiot! I'll give you an extra chicken leg when you get back!"

……

the next day.

On a local forum in Longhai City.

A post titled "Shocking! I ordered takeout, and the deliveryman swooped down from the sky!" quickly became a trending topic.

The person who posted the message was the same guy who ordered spicy hot pot.

The post included a blurry photo he took with his phone.

In the photo.

A burly man in a yellow windbreaker hung on the second-floor security bars with one hand, while handing over a steaming hot takeout meal with the other.

The background is a torrential downpour and a pitch-black night sky.

The comment section below exploded instantly.

"Holy crap! Is that a delivery guy or Spider-Man?!"

"Has the food delivery industry gotten so chaotic that you'd be embarrassed to even be running errands without learning some kind of martial arts?"

"I can vouch for it! The delivery riders from Ele.me are amazing! I ordered some barbecue yesterday, and that guy just carried his electric scooter across a construction ditch and delivered it in fifteen minutes, while the barbecue was still piping hot!"

"Sihai Group is awesome! These suit-clad thugs delivering takeout, it's so reassuring!"

……

Chairman's office, top floor of Sihai Building.

Su Ye leaned back in the leather chair.

He was holding that silver thermos in his hand.

He slowly and methodically watched the data on his tablet computer skyrocket.

Zhang Ming stood in front of his desk, his face flushed with excitement.

"Brother Su! It's a bombshell! Our orders have tripled in one day!"

He waved the report in his hand, "Meituan's order acceptance rate has dropped below 20% today. Their riders are all staying at the stations because of the heavy rain and slippery roads."

Shen Qinghan stood in the corner, holding a notebook in her hand.

She looked at the photo of Er Lengzi hanging on the security bars on the screen.

His fingers gripped the pen handle tightly, his knuckles turning white.

These lawless thugs.

What kind of spell did Su Ye cast on them?

Would they risk their lives to deliver a 15-yuan bowl of spicy hot pot?

"President Su."

Shen Qinghan couldn't help but speak up.

She pushed up her black-rimmed glasses. "This way of delivering food is too dangerous. If a safety accident occurs, the company will bear joint liability."

Su Ye put down the thermos.

The metal base tapped against the glass tabletop with a soft sound.

He turned his head, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses as calm as still water.

"Danger?"

Su Ye chuckled softly.

"Secretary Shen, you have no idea what kind of life they used to live."

He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the city that had just been washed by a torrential rain.

"To carry a knife and attack someone in the street could result in a fatal accident at any moment. That's what's truly dangerous."

He turned around.

"Now, they earn money legally through their own labor."

"They get a three-yuan commission for each takeout order delivered."

"They're willing to risk everything for those three dollars."

Su Ye sat back down in his chair.

"Notify Lei Hu. All the brothers who delivered on time yesterday despite the torrential rain will receive an extra 500 yuan high-temperature allowance... oh no, rain protection allowance."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"By the way, have the legal department enroll Er Lengzi in a parkour training course. His wall-climbing style is too unsightly and affects our corporate image."