Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Liangchuan put a hand on the delivery man’s shoulder and demanded, “Who exactly are you?”
The delivery man jumped and spun around. When he saw Shen Liangchuan, his eyes lit up at once and he said, “You- you are Best Actor Shen?”
That look… There was no hint of guilt at all.
Shen Liangchuan frowned and asked after a pause, “Were you the one who delivered my dinner?”
The delivery man looked up to the 12th floor and said, “So it seems like the 12th floor receives deliveries. No wonder! It’s no wonder your assistant didn’t let me in at all. He took the delivery from me at the elevator.”
Assistant?
What assistant?
He frowned and asked, “So it wasn’t you who delivered the package to my office?”
The man paused and replied, “That’s right. Didn’t your assistant say that it was because of your special identity? Hence, he took the food from me at the elevator.”
The moment he heard this, Shen Liangchuan knew that something was wrong. He continued, “What sort of appetizer was your restaurant giving today?”
The man looked flabbergasted.
A high-end restaurant would of course not let a regular delivery man deliver their meals—it was done by their own staff.
Giving out appetizer?
Puzzled, the man said, “What appetizer, Sir? We have never given appetizers.”
Shen Liangchuan felt a chill run down his spine, as if something had possessed him, and he shivered involuntarily.
He frowned and said after a moment, “That assistant who took the package from you, what did he look like?”
The delivery man seemed to have finally realized that something wasn’t right. He widened his eyes and stammered, “I- I- I didn’t take a good look at him.”
Letting go of the man, Shen Liangchuan spun around immediately.
That person was already gone.
But who was he and why did he add the Chameleon Plant to the takeaway?
Shen Liangchuan frowned.
He picked up his cell phone hurriedly. He found the phone numbers of the restaurants that had provided his takeaway meals in the afternoon and yesterday evening
He dialed one of the numbers. The call got through. “Good evening. This is XX Hotel, how may I help you?”
Shen Liangchuan immediately asked, “What sort of appetizer did you give away with yesterday’s orders?”
“Sorry, Sir, we did not give away any appetizers with yesterday’s takeaway orders.”
Shen Liangchuan’s pupils shrank immediately. Now he was increasingly sure of his own guess.
Someone had messed around with his orders.
But who could this person be!?
And what motives did this person have?
Shen Liangchuan turned around and went back to his office upstairs. Picking up the package that he had dropped earlier, he left the office.
He headed into an investigation agency and gave the package to the staff there. “Could you help me check what’s in this food?”
The worker nodded and said, “Indeed, Sir.”
Just as Shen Liangchuan turned to leave…
A worker called him from behind, “Mr. Shen!”
He turned back and saw a worker with a puzzled expression on his face. He had drawn a card out of the package, thus he asked, “Mr. Shen, this card… is it for you?”
There was a card in the package?!
Shen Liangchuan hurriedly stepped forward and took the card from the man.
He looked down at the card to read what was on it. Then he felt all the hairs on his body rising and standing on their ends.
On the card, written in bloody red ink, were the words: [Chuan Zi, how are you?]
Chuan Zi.
His pupils shrank at once as he clenched his fists tightly.
That was Soul Fighter’s special nickname for him.