Chapter 1: Sending a Clock
"This damn sun, I swear I’m gonna turn into an African soon."
Ling Chen was riding an electric tricycle at a snail’s pace on a spacious street in East Sea City, grumbling from time to time.
There were four big characters adhered to the back of the tricycle: Dongcheng Express.
If it wasn’t for the fact that next month’s rent was still up in the air, Ling Chen would have really liked to quit this job. How nice would it be to stay home in this scorching heat, enjoying the fan and sipping on ice-cold beer.
"Wealthy Manor, here we are."
Looking at the address, Ling Chen signaled to change lanes.
Beep! Beep beep!
Suddenly, a series of rapid car horns sounded. Ling Chen glanced from the corner of his eye, as a white Maserati zoomed past his lane at high speed, nearly skimming past the front of his tricycle and causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Lucky for his quick reaction, he braked in time. Otherwise, it would have been a fatal crash.
Watching the Maserati leave a trail of exhaust behind as it sped into the manor, Ling Chen was filled with rage. His life almost ended and not even an apology was offered.
"Dammit, think you’re so great just because you’re rich!" He cursed resentfully, wishing that the driver would give birth to a son without an asshole.