There were still fifth-floor messengers who had slipped through the net. From Wang Yong, they learned that there were messengers even more senior than him.
He himself was already a fifth-floor messenger who had delivered two letters, which counted as considerable seniority. The even more senior messengers he mentioned were those who had reached the fifth floor before him.
"Whether messengers older than you still exist is no longer important. The fifth floor of the post office is under our control now. Whether they show up or not, they cannot affect the bigger picture. The authority to make decisions on the fifth floor is in our hands."
Yang Jian dispelled Wang Yong's concerns.
The others nodded as well, thinking it made sense.
They now had enough people: Yang Jian, Li Yang, Wang Yong, Zhou Ze, Brother Long, and Zhong Yan. Six people in total—a formidable messenger team.
Even if some old messengers truly were still alive, if they dared show themselves, they would only end up like the man called Lu Sheng, nailed alive to the ground.
"Since that's the case, Captain, what is our next move?"
The messenger named Zhou Ze asked impatiently.
Yang Jian said, "No rush. Put this matter aside for now. There is something else I need to confirm. Which of you has seen Sun Rui, who was stationed in the first-floor lobby? He has disappeared. I want to find him. If he is alive, I want to see him. If he is dead, I want to see his body."
"Sun Rui? Who is Sun Rui? There was someone on the first floor?" Zhou Ze looked confused. "Sorry, I rarely come to the post office. I really don't know what has happened recently."
Li Yang said, "Sun Rui is the person in charge of Dahan City.