There was still a full hour and a half left for delivery time.

Adding in the "Endless Branch," this super-strong and perfect tool, this gig working for the Red Witch was really fruitful.

In light of this, Liu Zheng temporarily forgot about how this guy struck him with lightning before.

As for when he'll remember again, it will naturally be when his labor compensation is skimmed off again.

"An hour and a half, what should I do?"

Liu Zheng pondered while driving.

"Oh, right, that two-headed ogre security guard from last time."

Since it's willing to work as a security guard, it shows it still wants to live legitimately.

If it loses its job and is forced down the path of crime, it would indeed be a pity.

Coincidentally, Morrison Primary School is in need of a security guard. I'll let it work at "Ga Ga Shuang" for a while, and if it's reliable, I'll recommend it to detective Luo Ping.

Liu Zheng checked the map to confirm the location, then floored the accelerator to his destination.

Sunshine Community.

From the outside, this community already looked quite old.

The buildings were tube-shaped structures, and the gate was a big iron door.

The green paint on the big iron door had mostly peeled off, revealing red, rusted patches everywhere.

A skinny security guard lay on an equally aged recliner, with a cloth over his face and his hand leisurely fanning himself with a palm fan, though it was unclear if he was asleep.

Liu Zheng walked over to him, initially wanting to wake him up, but changed his mind upon seeing the palm fan in his hand.

He raised four tentacles and spun them like an electric fan with all his might.

In an instant, a gust of wind blew the cloth off the security guard's face, making the recliner wobble.

"What the heck are you doing?"

The old security guard suddenly woke up, glared, and yelled.

"I saw your little palm fan wasn't up to the task, so I thought I'd help cool you down."

Liu Zheng said with a cheeky smile.

"You know nothing, huh? Is it about the heat? I want that leisurely feeling. Do you think your uncle can't afford an electric fan?"

The old security guard said grumpily.

"That was me being clueless. Calm down, have a smoke."

He took out a pack of exclusive cigarettes from the sanitation department and handed it to the old security guard.

"Hmm, the young man knows etiquette. Whoa, such high-quality cigarettes."

The old security guard immediately sat up from the recliner.

"Do you recognize them, sir?"

Liu Zheng laughed.

"Your uncle was already working as a temp at City Hall before you were even born."

The old security guard said grumpily.

"That's truly impressive."

He praised sincerely.

With the workload of a temp at City Hall, living to retirement and still looking like a normal person is no small feat.

"Indeed. So, young man, what's your angle giving me such good cigarettes? Let me make it clear that it's not possible for you to deliver takeout inside."

The old security guard said.

"I'm not here to deliver takeout; I'm here to find someone."

Liu Zheng showed the empty Legendary Takeout Box.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Gurgle, a two-headed ogre living in Building 7, Unit 2, Basement 102."

He replied.

"There is indeed such a person. Why are you looking for it?"

The old security guard asked again.

"It helped me deliver takeout before and got fired for it. I was thinking of offering it a job. If it's not willing, I'll compensate it with some money."

Liu Zheng said.

"How much compensation?"

"Twenty thousand bucks maybe."

He thought and said.

As long as that Magic Head stayed clever and didn't go investing foolishly, 20,000 bucks should last them quite a while.

"Do you have more money than you can spend or what?"

The old security guard looked at him like he was an idiot.

"No, man, I have plenty of places to spend money. Plus, I just spent a big chunk; I don't have much cash on hand now."

Liu Zheng honestly said.

"Then why give it so much money? Can it even spend it wisely with that brain? Won't it just turn into worthless stocks? Giving it to me would be better; at least I'd eat it up."

The old security guard grumbled indignantly.

"Alright then."

He placed a few hundred-yuan bills on the old security guard's lap.

"This should be enough for you to have a nice meal."

He smiled.

"... Are you really not here to deliver takeout?"

The old security guard asked suspiciously.

"If you really don't trust me, then I won't go in. You can help me pass a message."

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

These security guards had absolutely no trust in delivery guys from the Bloody Restaurant — whether it's a professional instinct or the result of too many bad deeds from past delivery folks, who knows?

"Forget it, if I pass a message for you, who stands guard for me?"

The old guard rolled his eyes.

"I'll do it. I have experience."

Liu Zheng volunteered.

He had actually worked as a security guard during a college part-time job, and it was even a prestigious post.

"No, thanks. If you act as a guard, the residents won't dare leave their homes."

The old security guard mocked.

Looking as ghastly as he did already, and still wearing the Bloody Restaurant uniform, he resembled a walking horror story.

"Then..."

"Go on in. You better not be fooling me, or I'll let you in, but you won't get out."

The old security guard clenched his bony fist.

He was old with a heap of injuries; working as hard as he did in City Hall was out of the question, but he still had enough strength to beat up a delivery guy.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Liu Zheng familiarly patted his shoulder, then entered Sunshine Community.

Building 7, Unit 2 wasn't hard to find since there were only a dozen buildings in the community.

But finding Basement 102 was a bit tricky because this building had neither an elevator nor a staircase going down.