The three couriers who emerged from the wardrobe in the room were down on their luck to have run into Yang Jian at this moment.
Originally, they could have spent the night hiding safely in the wardrobe, but now it was uncertain whether they could even survive.
Yang Jian had merely launched a probing attack, yet it was enough to make Wang Feng, the leader of the three, feel deeply troubled, even prompting him to immediately utter words of conciliation.
But just this wasn't enough to discourage Yang Jian from taking further action.
Seeing Yang Jian approaching again, Wang Feng had already steeled himself for desperate measures.
Conflicts between couriers were a common occurrence in the Ghost Post Office; it was nothing unusual. Wang Feng had experienced plenty of skirmishes and clashes on his way up to the fourth floor. The difference had always been that he was the victor.
But this time seemed different.
