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The second video shows a middle-aged man whose teeth have also been knocked out.

The footage is even shorter, only two seconds long, but it's clear that it takes place in an office, with a man covering his face and his mouth full of blood.

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"Great, that's fantastic!"

Hans asked his lawyer to wait a moment—at a cost of 2 euros per minute—and began rapidly editing the video.

During the editing process, Hans quickly asked, "Motivation, reason, quick!"

Indeed, by this point in time, when Hans and his team create videos, they try to include the background and context of events, which is one of the reasons why followers prefer to be active on the "Front of Reality" account.

"Wait a moment... Okay, I've got it."

The motive was quickly uncovered.

The boy's name was Fang Xiaowen. He used to work at a restaurant in Y City and was a colleague of "Parkour Hero." Parkour Hero treated him very well and stood up for him against those who bullied him. But later, in order to help the government capture Parkour Hero, Fang Xiaowen assisted in setting a trap by drugging his drink.

Then, the parkour hero found the guardhouse, broke down the gate, went in, and beat him up.

Luca gasped.

The information from the second video also went smoothly.

The man's name is Zhao Dezhu, and he is an official in a department of Y City.

He made negative comments about the "parkour man's" behavior online, using rather strong language.

Then, the "parkour hero" climbed along the internet cable, found the office, and beat it up.

The room was silent for three seconds.

Matthias put down the pizza he was holding.

Luca stopped typing.

What vindictiveness!

Hans held his phone, and Thomas's puzzled voice came through the receiver: "Hans? Are you still there?"

Hans said into the microphone, "Excuse me, my grandma's cat is about to give birth, and I need to go help deliver the kittens!"

hang up.

Then, Hans quickly dialed the manufacturer's number.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Everything just said is null and void! Authorization revoked!!!"

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It's early morning again.

It was just past six o'clock, and the city was not yet fully awake.

Zhang Qiliang rode his electric bike through the still-sleepy streets.

The streetlights had just been turned off, the sky was a pale blue, and the air was filled with the smell of dew and the steam rising from the breakfast stalls.

The insulated box contains four breakfast orders.

When the first order was delivered, the customer was still asleep.

When I called, the person on the other end mumbled something like, "Just leave it at the door," and then hung up.

Zhang Qiliang arranged the soy milk and steamed buns, took a picture, and uploaded it to the system.

The second customer was a security guard at an office building. He had just finished his night shift, yawning as he took the meal box and thanked him.

The third order was for a sixth-floor apartment in an old residential complex. There was no elevator, so Zhang Qiliang went up in a few steps, hung the food on the doorknob, and on his way down, he also carried down the bag of garbage that had been clogging the fifth-floor hallway for two days and threw it into the trash can downstairs.

When the fourth order was delivered, the customer was already waiting at the door. He was a young man catching an early high-speed train. He took the food, hurriedly said "Thanks, bro," and dragged his suitcase towards the subway station.

Zhang Qiliang smiled, got on his bike, and continued taking orders.

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The morning rush hour is gradually starting.

As the electric vehicle weaved through traffic and pedestrians, Zhang Qiliang maintained a steady pace.

At the corner of a narrow alley, Zhang Qiliang and another rider passed each other.

He was a man in his thirties with deep-set eyes and two shallow marks from the helmet strap.

There were three or four lunch boxes piled on the electric scooter's footrest, and the insulated box on the back seat was also packed full—it was the kind of scooter where riders desperately took on more orders in order to earn a little more money.

As the two passed each other, Zhang Qiliang turned his head, tilted it back, and smiled.

It was just a very ordinary greeting.

A bright smile instantly appeared on the rider's face.

The drowsiness from waking up early has disappeared.

The fatigue from running for three hours straight disappeared.

Even the heavy feeling that pressed on my chest every morning when I woke up, making it hard to breathe, vanished completely in that instant.

He paused for a moment, then subconsciously touched his face, wondering what had just happened.

Then he continued riding forward, and his strength inexplicably increased.

……

Zhang Qiliang continued forward.

The emotions I just received are swirling in my mind.

It was a very specific feeling of resentment and helplessness.

Around 7 p.m. last night, the delivery rider accepted an order to deliver to a certain residential area.

The customer noted, "Deliver to room 301 on the third floor. Knock gently, the child is sleeping." He did as instructed. He knocked very gently, three times, but no one answered. He called, but the phone was off. He waited at the door for ten minutes, but still no one answered. Finally, he left the food at the door, took a picture, uploaded it, and left.

Half an hour later, the system determined that he had violated the rules: he failed to hand over the food to the customer in person, resulting in the loss of the food.

The customer filed a complaint.

The rider filed an appeal, submitting photos, call logs, and waiting time. The appeal was rejected on the grounds that "it cannot be verified that the food was indeed delivered."

He has to pay 38 yuan for a meal that costs 42 yuan.

It took him two hours to repair the hole.

Zhang Qiliang felt the surge of emotions in his chest.

Keep riding forward.

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At the alley entrance, a rider was squatting by the roadside, his electric bike overturned to the side, his insulated box opened, two lunch boxes rolled on the ground, and soup spilled all over the ground.

Zhang Qiliang rode past him.

There was no slowdown, no turning back.

He waved his right hand in that direction.

The rider paused for a moment.

The anxiety that was just pounding in my chest—the platform is urging me to place another order, this order is definitely going to be late, the customer will definitely give a bad review if I spill the soup, I'll get penalized again, I've already been penalized more than 300 this month, I still don't have money for rent, and my child's tutoring fees are due next week—suddenly all of that faded away.

It's not that I forgot.

The emotions that had been attached to it disappeared.

He remembered what happened, remembered that he would be in trouble because of it, and remembered that he would have to deal with a mess.

But those things no longer weighed him down and made him feel suffocated.

He got up, righted the car, and began to pick up the lunch boxes on the ground.

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While waiting at a red light at an intersection, another food delivery vehicle was parked next to me.

The rider was a woman; a small section of her ponytail peeked out from under her helmet as she stared blankly at her phone.

The screen displays chat logs with the customer.

The customer sent a long voice message, and the system automatically transcribed the text, which is now displayed there:

"What do you mean? Where did you deliver the food? I set it to the east gate, and you delivered it to the south gate? Are you out of your mind? I'll file a complaint, you believe me? Just wait to get your pay docked, you idiot..."

She read that message at least ten times.

It was clearly the customer who misjudged the situation.

She called to explain, but the other party didn't answer at all.

She followed the system navigation to the South Gate, took photos, sent messages, and waited for fifteen minutes until no one came to pick up the food. In the end, she had no choice but to leave the meal at the South Gate security room.

And then I got scolded like this.

She stared at the screen, her eyes a little sore, but no tears.

Zhang Qiliang's car slid past her.

As he passed by, he raised his right hand slightly.

The female rider blinked.

She looked down at her phone; the words were still there, the customer was still cursing, the complaint had probably already been submitted, and the money was probably going to be deducted again.

But suddenly she felt that it wasn't so bad anymore.

Well... that's fine.

She turned off the screen, looked up to see the red light turn green, turned on the ignition, and continued riding forward.

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Alleyways, stairwells, traffic lights, intersections, office building entrances, elevator queues, hospital registration desks...

Red overalls, blue overalls, orange overalls...

On this day, the roads in Y City were still congested, businesses were still charging customers, and customers were still full of oddballs...

Spilled food, overtime, complaints, lost food...

The unpleasant things are still varied and numerous.

However, on this day, a small number of riders in Y City suddenly found themselves inexplicably in a good mood.

Just be more careful next time; maybe take fewer orders; everyone has bad days; oh well, as long as I'm not sick; it's been so long since I had a drink with my wife...

Full of energy.

Full of energy.

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It's late at night, 10 p.m.

Back at the station, Zhang Qiliang took stock of the good stuff he had acquired that day.

Last night, thanks to another moment of clarity and, most importantly, his own relentless efforts, Zhang Qiliang's skills improved significantly!

Yes, a full seventy-nine servings!

Okay, okay, okay...

After such a sumptuous meal, it's time to return to headquarters and report back.

74 Three years, then another five years.

Magic City.

On the 46th floor of a high-rise apartment building in Lujiazui, the curtains were not fully drawn, and the city lights at four in the morning leaked in through the gaps, casting a thin strip of light on the bedroom ceiling.

Chen Juefei suddenly sat up in bed.

The movement was too hasty, the blanket slipped down, and the sweat on my back was stimulated by the cold air from the air conditioner, causing a layer of fine goosebumps to rise.

The person next to them shifted.