"Please pay."

Armin turned a deaf ear to the threats from the director of the meat processing factory, even though the girl had come before him.

"Are you afraid of death?"

The ugly face of the meat processing factory director was almost touching Armin's face.

"I'm going to die."

Armin still kept smiling, as if nothing could cause his light blue pupils to flutter.

The director of the meat processing factory was quickly defeated.

It has more taboos.

"Asshole, you win, I'll pay you."

The meat processing factory director turned his head away angrily, and ten ghost coins with a denomination of one hundred appeared.

"This is my final bottom line. You know very well that if you exceed this number, I will punish you according to the rules and kill you."

The meat processing factory director said coldly.

"Okay, I accept, but I need you to hand the letter in my hand to a real postman to deliver it."

Armin nodded.

Hearing his words, the director of the meat processing factory frowned, but then relaxed again.

"Can."

Compared to the remaining one thousand ghost coins, this request is quite a bargain.

The three letters in Armin's hand disappeared.

Looking again, the three emails were in the hands of the meat processing factory director.

"Haha, girl, your letter is in my hand now. If I don't deliver it to you, you will die here."

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on the face of the meat processing factory director.

Being tricked by a human being made it extremely angry.

Since the hard way doesn't work, let's do it softly.

Complete the mission of delivering trust, and this annoying human being will die.

If you want to complete the mission, hehe, just return the remaining ghost coins to me!

The meat processing factory director suddenly changed his mind.

It didn't seem to cause Armin to panic, but instead he said very calmly:

"Please."

Those two short words seemed to drain away the meat processing factory director's arrogance. His face turned pale and blue, and finally he snorted coldly.

Everything has rules. The weirdos in the game violate the rules and steal the letters, causing the player to be unable to complete the mission.

This obviously breaks the rule.

Therefore, the boss of the meat processing factory dared not do so, otherwise it would be a violation of the transaction, so he could only do as required.

At the end of the road, a postman appeared.

Old bicycles, dull mail bags, lifeless faces.

The ghost post office on the name tag is so conspicuous.

It was enough to let anyone present know that it was the real postman!

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

Armin nodded to the boss of the meat processing factory.

The boss of the meat processing factory handed the letter to the postman very willingly and then turned around and left.

"Wait a minute, there's our letter!"

The players who did not blindly enter the meat processing factory spoke hastily after they reacted.

It doesn't matter what conspiracy or calculation.

Anyway, now they know the real way to send a message.

As long as the letter is delivered, nothing else matters!

The ghost postman slowly turned his head, and his eyes, covered by whites, stared at them lifelessly.

These surviving players swallowed their saliva, but still overcame their fear and moved forward.

"Stupid."

Armin shook his head and prepared to leave.

The boss of the meat processing factory stopped and looked at them with interest.

"Letter of money."

The ghost postman uttered the two words stiffly, just like dull soy sauce, thick and rich.

Several players looked at each other, and after a brief moment of surprise, a gleam of light quickly flashed in their eyes.

놊They all rushed towards Armin at the same time.

"You deceived us, give us the ghost coins!"

"Armin, give us the money or die!"

Several players rushed towards Armin with distorted faces.

The boss of the meat processing factory laughed when he saw this scene, and was even more reluctant to leave.

You also have to see with your own eyes how this abominable human being's cleverness backfired.

The boss of the meat processing factory is bound to be disappointed.

Several players got close to him and within a single round, they were all knocked down cleanly and neatly by Armin.

Either the arm is broken or the leg is broken.

Several players were howling on the screen, cursing Armin in the most vicious language while howling.

After cursing, they burst into tears and begged Armin to help them.

“You are worth it.”

"Be eliminated early, get rid of it early."

Armin glanced at them indifferently and walked away.

The ghost postman who received the letter looked at it silently, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and added coldly:

"If you don't have money, you can use your organs instead."

[When you are running out of money, you can use a part of your body to replace it]

Several players' eyes quickly lit up.

"We agree, we give you our fingers!"

They are so naive.

"Your...hearts!"

The ghost postman spoke stiffly as he walked towards them step by step.

When several players heard this, their faces turned pale instantly, and they spoke with trembling lips:

"We've sent it, go away!"

The ghost postman turned a deaf ear to it.

The boss of the meat processing factory seemed to be angry because he didn't see the good show, so he said sarcastically:

"These guys are more stubborn than me. Since you agree, hehe, the deal is done!"

At Lao Wang’s house.

"Tsk, stupid guy."

Lao Wang was staring at the TV with great interest, as if he had not seen such an exciting program for a long time, and he was amazed.

"Hahahahahahahaha, Zhang Bapi was so angry this time that he was robbed of a thousand ghost coins!"

"Speaking of which, this girl is ridiculously smart. She can actually think of these things!"

"If he makes one wrong move, he's dead."

"It's like this, and this guy is the only one who wants to do it."

This girl refers to Armin.

Lao Wang had to admit that Armin was the only one, one of only two human beings who could convince him in the mission of delivering trust.

"What do you think of him?"

Hua Wujue looked at Lao Wang with his dark eyes and asked with interest.

He wants to see players from a weird perspective.

“Smart, but also tastier…!”

Lao Wang swallowed subconsciously, and a hint of greed appeared in his eyes.

"So what do you think of me?"

Hua Wujue asked again.

"Forehead..."

Lao Wang was a little embarrassed for a moment. He knew the reason why Hua Wujue asked this question, so he carefully observed his expression and said tentatively:

"You are the strongest human I have ever met!"

This was said tactfully and properly, without any suspicion of excessive flattery or any derogatory meaning.

"Oh? Am I delicious?"

Hua Wujue seemed to be smiling but not quite.

“…”

"Mr. Postman, you are kidding. You are food."

“But I am also human.”

The corners of Lao Wang's mouth twitched wildly. Looking at the man in front of him, he felt like he was setting a trap for him, so he dared not talk nonsense anymore.

Hua Wujue smiled and shook his head.

No matter when or where, the strong are worthy of the position, and the weak can only be reduced to prey...!