Chapter 55
Benjamin just reached the old town street to make thest delivery of the day. The dust in the air was
making him sneeze. Giving the pizza boxes while sneezing would likely give him a low rating, so he
called the customer and told her to walk out. And she did. A fat annoyed grandma with a hand fan in her
hand, rebuking Benjamin for making her walk forty steps from her doorstep.
“Sorry, ma’am, but you don’t look that old,” Benjamin lied through his teeth, “so I thought this much
distance was nothing.”
The grandma’s expression softened. She even showered a toothy smile and said, “I will look much
younger if I wear makeup. Do you want to see?” “M-Maybe another time,” Benjamin said. “I need to go
home on time, or my wife will make a meal out of me.”
“Haha, so you’ve got an energetic wife, huh. She’ll keep you under check, so good for you,” she gave
him the money, but no tip. “Uh,” Benjamin scratched his cheek, “my wife will be happy if I take some
money home in the form of tips, ma’am.” “Hoho, I wasn’t thinking of giving you any tip, but…” she
pinched his cheek once and said,” there you go. That was my tip.”
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Benjamin’s expression fell t. She chortled and then put two dor bills in his hand.
Benjamin showered a smile quickly but smoothly. “Thank you. May God bless you with a long life.”
“What long life? My husband died over forty years ago,” she began telling her sad story. “My sons
listened to their wives and kicked me out of my husband’s house. Now I live in an old friend’s house, with
the little pension I get. This is the first pizza I ordered in three months. Now that I think back on it, my
husband liked pizzas very much.”
Benjamin looked a bit sad. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Every adult has their own sad story. Just… don’t think living a long life is always a good thing,”
saying that she began walking back to her friend’s house.
Benjamin felt bad for taking the two dor tip. After she entered the house, he walked over and left the
money at the door handle.
As he was walking out, he felt dizzy. After taking ten steps, he copsed forward on the grass. Seconds
later, the door opened. The old woman was chewing on the pizza with a grin ying at one corner of her
mouth. She dialed a number while standing right inside the house.” ckbear, I got him. He’s passed out
at my doorstep. Come within half-hour, and you can have him.”
“As expected of someone who was once called the Rowdy Queen,” ckbear sounded
impressed from the other end. “But be careful. He’s not your average Joe.”
“I used a special mixture of sleeping gas with itching smoke,” she said. “He isn’t going to wake up for at
least a day unless we force him to. But what do you need him for? He looks pretty normal to me, despite
what you said.” “Just tie him up. I will tell you the detailster.”
“Sure. Just don’t forget to bring the money and pot.”
“How could I forget?”
The call ended.
She put a mask on and walked out. She caught Benjamin by the feet and dragged him inside her house
with effort. She locked the door, removed the mask, and grabbed a pizza slice before turning around.
Benjamin was up and standing. “Hello, ma’am.” The pizza slice in her hand flew and hit the wall behind
her as her whole body jerked in fear.
“I really believed your story…” Benjamin’s eyes gained redness, and his burning gaze cut all her
confidence.
“I-I was only doing what I was told to do,” she tried to exin herself. (How the hell is he standing? Didn’t
he take the gas?)
“I got that much, but, who’s this ckbear?” asked Benjamin, his gaze turning razor sharp. This wasn’t a
gaze any young man his age should be possessing. “I really don’t know him. I just know him by name,
that’s all,” she said and then begged,“ Please don’t kill me.”
Benjamin’s mouth turned down. He walked past her and picked up the pizza slice that had fallen on the
floor. “Pizza is precious. How can you throw it on the floor?” he put his hand forward. “Do you have any
idea how much effort it takes to make one? C’mon, take it.”
She hesitated initially and looked confused, but then she took the pizza slice and ate it quickly. “Now,
why don’t we talk about your real story?” he said.
Minutester. ckbear arrived in an old-fashioned roofless ck car with a big metallic bear’s face at
the front. He stopped a little far from the old woman’s house. “Go and check.”
His underling covered his nose and mouth with a doubleyered cloth mask and barged into the old
woman’s house with a gun in the hand.
About a minuteter, Benjamin opened the door and walked out. “Well, well, well,” ckbear seemed
just a little surprised, “would you look at that? This bastard always exceeds my expectations.” ckbear
never trusted the Rowdy Queen in the first ce. He didn’t care whether she died or not. He didn’t care if
his underling died or not, even though there was no sound of a gunshot. He started the car and
squeezed the elerator with his foot.
He thought he got away. However, he noticed in the rear-view mirror a bike with a pizza delivery guy
riding it. ckbear smirked. “You want to chase my ck Ghost? In your dreams, fucker.” He entered
the main road and used the boosters, startling Benjamin. The distance between them steadily increased.
Benjamin didn’t give up but twisted the elerator of his motorcycle to the max. Fuel increasingly
pumped into the engine, and though he couldn’t reduce the distance between them, he didn’t let it
increase. Both vehicles zoomed past a police officer who was writing a ticket to a car owner for driving
well past the posted speed limit. The wig of the car owner flew off his head. “Bloody hell,” the police
stopped his signature midway and chased these two on his bike. “You little punks ain’t going nowhere
without getting my autograph today!”