Ghost Rider Deliveryman

After finally kicking Old Wang away, Skye rubbed her chest. It hurt a little.

What was Azeroth?

She glanced at the necklace around Old Wang's neck and knew it was called the "Heart of Azeroth."

Could this so-called "Azeroth" be some mysterious place she did not know about?

A hidden mysterious nation somewhere on Earth?

A planet or civilization somewhere in the universe?

Or even another dimension, like Hell and the Dark Dimension?

If this had been the old Skye, or anyone else, they definitely would not have thought that way.

But Skye was different now.

Meeting Old Wang once three years ago had changed her for life. Her entire worldview had been thoroughly overturned.

Old Wang constantly filled her head with all kinds of messy concepts: the Nine Realms, the multiverse, single universes, pocket universes, extra dimensions, higher and lower dimensions, parallel universes, aliens, Mutants... She really did not know how his brain worked, or how he came up with so much.

It was not like he wrote novels!

What she did not know was that Old Wang had over a thousand novels in his head and had created hundreds of world settings. Before his first transmigration, he had been an unsuccessful webnovel author on some website!

At first, it was nothing. Skye listened to pass the time, and it really was interesting.

But things were different now.

Ghost Rider had appeared. Hell had appeared. She had even seen a ghost become human again. Anything was possible.

It even gave her a bold idea:

Could Old Wang be from the mysterious "Azeroth"?

Or had he somehow formed a connection with "Azeroth"?

Like the "Kamar-Taj sorcerers" Old Wang had mentioned before?

Of course, she would never ask directly. If Old Wang wanted to tell her, he would. If not, that was fine too. What she cared about was not Old Wang's background, but Old Wang himself.

Thinking of that, Skye felt that the word "Azeroth" could stay.

There was nothing wrong with "specialties," either.

But why did it have to include the word "souvenir"?

So she strongly protested.

From verbal protests to physical protests, she ultimately achieved a brilliant victory:

"Azeroth Souvenir Shop" became "Azeroth Specialties Shop."

Old Wang was naturally the owner, while she was smoothly promoted to "sales clerk" plus "cashier."

"We're still short a deliveryman and security guards."

Skye held a little notebook and wrote up the meeting minutes, chewing on the end of her pen as she muttered, "The things our shop sells are definitely going to be expensive. There are so many gangs in New York, so it won't be safe. And there's S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra too. You can't keep watch all the time, so we need to hire some security guards. As for a deliveryman, maybe forget it. We'll only sell things, not deliver them..."

"That won't do. Our service has to be thorough."

Old Wang tapped the table, a trace of ill intent appearing at the corner of his lips. "We have the most reliable deliveryman and security guard in the world."

Skye froze.

An experienced driver with a flaming skull appeared in her mind.

"You mean..."

"Robbie is getting ready to find a job. How much can he make as a mechanic? Once Gabe sees the effects of Essence Wine, Robbie will definitely let him keep drinking it. But he has no money to buy it, so what will he do?"

Old Wang blinked. "What do you think about signing him to a ten-year contract? We definitely can't pay him money. We'll use Essence Wine as wages—one drop a day. How about it?"

Old Wang meant well. Really.

He was thinking entirely for Robbie's sake.

As the deliveryman and security guard for Azeroth Specialties Shop, Robbie would definitely attract plenty of attention. Some might even try to take him out.

And those who would try something like that were basically all bad people.

Robbie was Ghost Rider. He happened to need to deal with those "things that were not good things" so the Spirit of Vengeance could grow stronger, and so could he himself.

Old Wang had thought it through very carefully. Robbie did not need to thank him...

Skye had originally wanted to say, "Wang, don't go too far. What kind of man bullies a Ghost Rider? If you've got the guts, go bully Odin."

But after hearing Old Wang's proposal, she immediately hesitated. "Um... isn't one drop a day too much? How about... one drop a month?"

Old Wang was stunned.

Was that all a mighty Ghost Rider was worth in Skye's eyes?

Tony Stark, who had just been kidnapped and would become Iron Man in the future, made at least tens of millions of dollars a day. A single order could be worth tens of billions.

And she was not even giving Robbie a million a day?

Did she have to be this stingy?

Old Wang shook his head, took out the Well of Eternity Bottle, and took a tiny sip.

Then he suddenly froze.

The Well of Eternity Bottle was not actually very big.

One tiny sip a day, even if he only sipped from it, would be gone in a month at most.

If he gave out one drop a day, it seemed it would not last very long...

And in the short term, he did not know where he could find good things to exchange.

He could not exactly use the Darkhold, could he?

That thing was still useful. Some buyers were far more generous than pretty girls.

"Skye, you're right." Thinking that through, Old Wang nodded.

Then he took a bottle of erguotou from the refrigerator and opened it.

He poured it into the Well of Eternity Bottle.

"Mm, this looks much better."

Looking at the filled Well of Eternity Bottle, Old Wang's mood instantly brightened.

Drink a little, pour in a little, and he would never finish it in his lifetime!

Skye rolled her eyes, feeling sorry for Robbie.

Young man, without even knowing it, you've been scammed again...

Old Wang, you're going too far!

Skye snorted and stood up for Robbie. Then her eyes suddenly shifted. "Didn't you say Ghost Rider is immortal? Those of us who practice martial arts can live longer too. Living past a hundred definitely won't be a problem. I think ten years is too little. How about signing for a hundred years?"

Old Wang: "..."

When this woman got ruthless, she was even more ruthless than a man!

"Ten years." Old Wang made the final decision.

Any longer was meaningless. After all, in ten years, Purple Sweet Potato Head would snap his fingers. When that time came, they would either have to rely on luck, kill Purple Sweet Potato Head, or steal the Infinity Stones.

By then, no matter what happened, they would not need Ghost Rider anymore...

"Next item on the agenda."

Skye tapped the table with her pen. "To open a shop, we need a storefront. Leaving aside the fact that we have no money to rent one, even if we did... storefronts in New York aren't easy to rent!"

That was indeed a problem.

They were hard to rent, and Old Wang definitely would not leave Chinatown. Living somewhere people spoke Chinese was more comfortable, even though most of the Chinese people here did not speak it very authentically...

But Old Wang had connections.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

Old Wang's face instantly broke into a smile, and his voice became much sweeter. "Hong Jie, I've learned a new massage technique. The full set, and it's even more comfortable than a bathhouse massage. Want to give it a try..."

A lazy voice came from the other end. "Go on. Are you trying to delay the rent again, or borrow money? Little Wang, I've told you so many times. With your face, your body, your physique, and those master-level massage skills of yours, as long as you're willing to work public relations for me, I guarantee you'll make a million a month..."

Beside him, Skye stared at Old Wang with a cold sneer.

Like she was looking at a streetwalker standing outside a barbershop.

Or the top courtesan in a television drama.