"This letter is very special."
The red letter in hand gave off an unsettling feeling, and Yang Jian could feel the eerie aura emanating from it.
"Maybe we shouldn't deliver this letter; it feels like it might be a trap. Let's just tear it up. They couldn't take us down last night, what makes them think they can kill us by tearing up a letter?" Sun Rui came over, leaning on his cane, speaking with a lot of confidence.
Yang Jian looked at him and said, "Maybe tearing it up is the trap?"
"Uh... that actually makes sense." Sun Rui hesitated.
"Captain, so do we deliver it or not?" Li Yang asked.
Wan Xing and Qian Rong, who were standing by, broke out in cold sweats listening to their conversation—the thought of tearing up the letter and refusing to deliver this red letter.
Perhaps they would be unharmed, but others might end up dead because this courier task was a collective mission for the couriers on the first floor.
