Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

It was already past midnight, and the place was pitch black. In addition, it was a semi-suburban area with few people, which gave it a creepy feeling, making Qin Yu feel a little uneasy.

"Damn, what a terrible place this is."

Qin Yu suddenly regretted taking this order.

He now only felt a chill on the back of his neck, and his hair stood on end.

"The demons and ghosts leave quickly, the demons and ghosts leave quickly..."

While silently reciting an exorcism spell, Qin Yu turned on his phone's flashlight and shone it around. He then found Wang Dajiao Supermarket at the end of the alley.

He decided to deliver the food and then quickly slip away.

Something's off about this place; it's really creepy.

Arriving at the entrance of Wang Dajiao's supermarket, I knocked:

"Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

After a while, footsteps sounded from inside the door, and then the door opened, and a middle-aged man with a somewhat cold expression walked out.

Then, without saying a word, he took the takeout from Qin Yu and slammed the door shut again.

But Qin Yu was stunned for a moment.

Because, the moment the man opened the door, Qin Yu immediately saw several black robes inside.

He was very familiar with this black robe.

After all, they had already tried to assassinate him twice.

Divine Messenger Society!

Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Holy crap, no way, could the people in here be from the Divine Messenger Society?

As Qin Yu thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was indeed the case.

After all, what decent person would want to live in such a godforsaken place?

Just then, the door opened again, and the same man with the same cold expression appeared, looking at Qin Yu and coldly rebuking him:

"Why don't you leave?"

Qin Yu was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening and smiled as he said:

"Hi, could you please give me a five-star review?"

The man gave him a cold look: "Get lost!"

After saying that, he slammed the door shut again.

After closing the door, Qin Yu's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a glint of cunning in his eyes.

It cannot be confirmed with 100% certainty that these guys are definitely members of the Divine Messenger Society; we need to confirm it more carefully.

Thinking of this, Qin Yu looked at both sides of Wang Dajiao Supermarket. There were low bungalows on both sides, which looked like they had been abandoned for a long time and no one lived there.

With that thought in mind, Qin Yu no longer hesitated. He went to the wall of one of the bungalows and jumped over it.

After climbing over the wall, Qin Yu tiptoed to the wall near Wang Dajiao's supermarket and listened intently.

Soon, some voices suddenly rang out.

"Damn it, the 13th Squad is a real piece of work. They got caught by the Night Patrol Division, and they just gave away all the locations of the squads they knew."

"That's for sure. Our 9th Squad was doing just fine in the city, but because of these bastards, now we can only hide in this godforsaken place like a docile pedestrian crossing the street."

"Let's both say less. This isn't something you or I can decide."

"But don't worry, headquarters said that we have our people in the Night Patrol Division, and that this Thunder Search and Broadcast Operation will be over in about a week."

"Once this storm passes, we can go back."

"When the time comes, I'll treat everyone to a full massage!"

"Alright! Long live the boss!"

"Boss, I want three young models!"

"Only three? Are you trying to maintain your health? I want ten!"

"Hahaha, Lao Wu, if you go for ten, can your kidneys handle it?"

"Get out of here, uncle!"

"..."

Hearing the conversation coming from inside the wall, Qin Yu sneered.

Just as he expected, it was indeed those little rats from the sewers of the Divine Messenger Society.

Damn it, these bastards used to ambush him, but now they've finally ambushed him themselves.

A chilling light flashed in Qin Yu's jet-black pupils, radiating murderous intent.