"This is... the soul seducer, Zhao Feng? Why is he here?"

"I'm afraid I couldn't help but come to the post office alone last night to kill this newcomer, and I accidentally got killed. This guy used to be a bit too much, and I didn't expect that he hasn't gotten rid of this problem yet." Someone sneered.

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"No, he seems to be still breathing, not dead yet."

Someone observed and found that Zhao Feng had not completely died and was still alive.

"Even if he didn't die, the current situation is not much different from death. The other party spared Zhao Feng's life. What was it? Did he not want to break up? Or was he unwilling to deal with a corpse?"

"Everyone is quiet."

Wang Yong immediately gave a low drink and stopped the discussion of the messengers on the fifth floor.

After seeing Zhao Feng's fate, wouldn't these people be a little vigilant?

Which one is more difficult, killing Zhao Feng or capturing Zhao Feng, can be easily understood by thinking about it.

Although Zhao Feng was a little overconfident in the past, it is undeniable that his ability is indeed very strong. He has already killed the newcomer messenger who went to the fifth floor alone before.

When Wang Yong drank, the others also put away their thoughts.

Everyone looked towards room 502.

now.

The door of that room was open, and there was heavy footsteps coming from inside. It was obvious that someone was walking out of the room.

"You came to the post office so early, you probably didn't come for the mission of delivering letters, and there should be more than just you couriers on the fifth floor, but there are still some who haven't come?" A cold, seemingly emotionless voice sounded.

But a young man in his twenties, with a strange spear in his hand, appeared at the door of the room with an expressionless face.

As expected, Yang Jian waited for these people at around six o'clock.

They can't wait to come to the post office to restore the balance.

"You were the one who killed Zhao Feng? Are all the newcomers at the post office so powerful now? How could an old courier on the fifth floor end up so miserably?" Wang Yong took a step forward and made his position and attitude clear.

"Wang Yong?" Yang Jian looked at him: "A ruthless man who sent two letters on the fifth floor."

"Do you know me?" Wang Yong frowned, then glanced at Zhao Feng on the ground.

This guy was afraid of leaking all the information on the fifth floor. No wonder this newcomer didn't rush to kill people after catching them. It turned out that he wanted to torture out important information.

"I know everything that needs to be known. There's no need to make excuses. You guys want this." Yang Jian stretched out his hand and shook it.

A black letter appeared in his hand.

"Sure enough, it's in his hands." The expression of the person next to him immediately changed, and he couldn't help but speak out.

"Send this letter back to room 502. We can avoid conflicts. The curse of the messenger should not continue. You should leave the post office and return to freedom like us. If you continue to deliver letters, you will die miserably." Wang Yong looked at it.

After taking a look at the letter, he was not in a hurry to break up.

Because if possible, he wanted to try to convince the newcomer to take his side.

As long as the positions change, there will be no grievances or grudges between each other and misunderstandings can be resolved.

"What if I say no?" Yang Jian put the black letter into his pocket.

"You'd better think carefully before answering. The black letter is related to the balance of the fifth floor of the post office. Once the letter leaves the post office, the fifth floor of the post office will continue to assign letter delivery tasks. All our fifth floor couriers will

You will be controlled by the post office and lose your freedom. You are also the messenger coming up from downstairs, and you should understand the dangers in the process of delivering letters."

"I really can't understand why some people are opposed to something that is beneficial to everyone."

The man in a suit and glasses spoke slowly.

"Liu Ziwen, who used to be an old courier on the fifth floor of the post office, delivered a letter from the fifth floor." Yang Jian glanced at him, called out his name, and even learned some of his past.

The man in Liu Ziwen's suit flashed his eyes: "Since you know so much, I don't understand your approach even more."

"You don't need to understand, because you can't understand what I do."

Yang Jiandao, he did not want to explain, but instead said: "I will give you a chance. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to lead you to completely deal with the ghost post office. Even if it doesn't work, at least I will

Take control of the ghost post office and get rid of the fate of delivering letters."

He sent a friendly signal.

Because Yang Jian feels that the messengers on the fifth floor are good talents. If anyone is willing to stand on his side, he can absorb these talents and bring them to Dachang City to work for him.

"You should also think carefully before answering. I only give you this one chance. If you miss it, you will die." After Yang Jian finished speaking, the ghost eyes on his forehead suddenly opened.
Chapter completed!