A Strange Thing

Courier?

Yang Jian had gleaned a crucial piece of information from what this man had said.

Just from the name "courier," it was clear that this was already an obsolete profession.

It had probably been popular twenty or even thirty years ago. With the development of society, couriers had become deliverymen and gradually disappeared from public view.

"Whether I can read that letter or not, I'm interested in that thing. I need to inspect it. If there's no problem, I'll return it to you," Yang Jian said.

Li Yue shook his head. "I don't know whether you're really Yang Jian, but we can't lose this letter. Otherwise, we'll die horribly. Letting you take it out temporarily already shows enough sincerity on my part. I hope you won't make things difficult for us."

"You were digging around suspiciously in the woods behind my house. I've already been more than fair by not making things difficult for you. Just because the person beside you pointed a gun at me earlier, I have enough reason to kill every one of you here." Yang Jian's expression instantly turned cold, his eyes indifferent and devoid of emotion.

As soon as he said that, the people beside Li Yue immediately became alert. They stared at Yang Jian, seemingly prepared to fight back.

Yang Jian glanced at them. "You're not even Ghost Tamers. You couldn't withstand even one casual attack from me. Being nervous is useless. You'd be better off changing your attitude and thinking about how to keep me from acting, rather than letting your brains fill with water and provoking me."

Was this guy really Yang Jian?

Li Yue's gaze flickered slightly, and he gradually became convinced that this man might really be Yang Jian, the Dachang City Manager.

The timing matched as well. It