Cow-Horse: This Isn't About the Money

"Meal: One Thick Puke Chocolate"

"Address: Bright Center entrance"

"Customer: Park Chang-beom"

"Time limit: Forty minutes"

"Huh?"

After reading the information on the delivery order, Liu Zheng could not help letting out a startled sound.

The delivery address being Bright Center was already suspicious enough. The specific location being right at the main entrance made it even more suspicious.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Cow-Horse, whom he had woken up, said irritably.

"Boss, take a look at this order."

Liu Zheng held the delivery order out before him.

"This is obviously an order they placed on their own initiative, and it's clearly aimed at you."

The experienced Cow-Horse saw through the situation at a glance.

"How so?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Isn't it obvious? I've been delivering food for so many years, and I've never encountered a mandatory order sent to an entrance."

"You were the one who just blew up Bright Center, right? Do you know this Park Chang-beom?"

Cow-Horse asked.

"Yes. No."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Someone you don't know placed an order at a place you just blew up. If that isn't aimed at you, what is?"

"That makes sense."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"But judging from this address, they probably mean to cause you trouble."

Cow-Horse said.

"Why?"

"Duh. If they wanted to cause you trouble, they'd definitely set the address indoors. Better yet, inside some secret room where you can enter but not leave—close the door and beat the dog, catch the turtle in the jar, chase the—"

"Okay, okay, I know you're cultured. No need to keep showing off, Boss."

Liu Zheng interrupted him.

"Hmph."

Cow-Horse closed his eyes and ignored him.

"Looks like Redwood Culture discovered that their people were gone."

After Cow-Horse's analysis, Liu Zheng also guessed