Oil Lamp

Yang Jian's decision once again seemed to catch everyone else off guard.

Yang Xiaohua, Cai Yu, Wang Shan, and the others had thought this guy wanted to tear up the letter again and drag the third-floor messengers down with him.

Yet unexpectedly, he actually intended to deliver the letter.

No.

Rather, he wanted to take a look at the address where the letter was to be delivered.

An address that had appeared twice in succession seemed rather strange.

But that place should not have been worth anyone's curiosity. After all, delivery addresses were very likely to be dangerous.

"So, you're planning to deliver the letter with us?" Li Yi asked uncertainly when he saw Yang Jian put away the letter.

Yang Jian said, "I delivered a red letter before. That red letter had a huge impact on the outside world. I'm not sure whether that impact was caused by the letter or whether something was bound to happen anyway. This letter might help me understand the truth behind the post office more clearly."

"Besides, I didn't come here to deliver letters. I came to reach the fifth floor of the post office. If something feels wrong, I'll immediately return to the post office and tear up this letter."

He did not hide anything and stated his thoughts plainly.

There was no need to conceal his true intentions from these people. After all, no matter what he did, they could not interfere.

"How many letters have you torn up?" Li Yi froze for a moment, then pressed him.

"Does that matter?" Yang Jian said.

The man named Guo You beside them said coldly, "Of course it matters. If you only tore up one or two letters, that would be fine. But if you've torn up three, then you can't tear up