I Am The Best Delivery Guy In The World

"Who is this scumbag? I'm going to fight him!"

"My five-meter-long sword is ready to kill this unfilial son!"

"Quality, pay attention to your quality! We are civilized people, we have to be blindfolded before we fight!"

"I know who this person is. His name seems to be Amo. He is an anchor with no lower limits!"

"Let's go, let's activate our connections and shut down this scumbag anchor!"

"Detain him, he must be imprisoned!"

"Second Battalion Commander, where is your damn Italian cannon? Prepare to explode!"

"You made me laugh. There are so many bastards in the water. They dare to come out and show off. Dare you say that we are three melons and two jujubes? Brothers, let him know how powerful we melon jujubes are!"

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For a moment, barrages filled the entire screen, all filled with anger.

This is a live broadcast room with positive energy, and it has always been very harmonious. At this moment, Amo threw in a depth bomb. It would be strange if it didn't make a splash.

The most important thing is that the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room has now exceeded 8 million.

Tang Chen looked at the barrage carefully, then turned back to Amo and said: "Brother, listen to my advice. If you apologize to the fans in my live broadcast room now, there may be a chance of survival. Otherwise..."

"Who are you trying to scare?" Amo sneered, "Do you think I'm scared?"

As he spoke, he pointed to his live broadcast room and said: "I'm telling you, my eight million fans can drown you with just a few spits!"

"Really?" Tang Chen nodded thoughtfully: "Go back and see if there are still eight million left?"

Amo was stunned for a moment, seeming to realize something was wrong.

Thinking of this, he quickly turned to his assistant and shouted: "How many fans do we have?"

"Fuck..." The assistant opened the home page and took a look, and was instantly shocked: "Brother Mo, why do we only have five million fans left?"

Not only that, the barrage below also exhales fragrance in various ways, becoming the "aromatherapy" of Amo's live broadcast room.

"What are you doing?" Amo turned around and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Tang Chen shook his head and said to him: "I gave you a chance just now, but you didn't grasp it yourself!"

"Brother Mo, there are only three million left..."

At this time, the assistant gave him another blow.

"F*ck!" Amo's eyes nearly popped out: "Are you sure you read that right?"

How can a small anchor who is not even above the 18th level have such power? He wouldn't believe it even if I beat him to death.

"Hello, the first brother who leads the delivery!"

At this moment, a heavenly voice suddenly came from behind.

Hearing this sound, everyone turned and looked back at the same time.

Standing on the crystal platform in front of me was a woman with a flammable and explosive figure and an exquisite appearance.

"Lin Xiaoman?"

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

No one could have imagined that a movie queen with a box office of billions would actually appear in the fantasy castle.

"Sister Xiaoman, you...are you calling me?"

Amo looked back at Lin Xiaoman. He was so excited that he forgot about everything. He even forgot that he only had more than three million fans left.

He didn't expect that Lin Xiaoman, whom he had always regarded as a goddess, was walking in the direction of him with steps that would captivate a city and a country.

This is a big star with huge influence. If I could sell goods with her, wouldn't it mean that my position would be blown up? !

The more he thought about it, the more excited Amo became.

So excited that he lost his direction, he watched helplessly as Lin Xiaoman passed him and walked towards Tang Chen behind him.

What's going on?

I'm the one who takes care of the goods. Why are you running there?

Just when he was about to shout, he suddenly saw Lin Xiaoman clenching her fist and punching Tang Chen lightly on the chest.

"Why are you so untrustworthy?" Lin Xiaoman frowned and said with an unhappy face: "Didn't you say that you would call me when there is an action to help the people? Why didn't you call me tonight?"

"Uh..." Tang Chen smiled bitterly and shrugged: "Tonight is not an operation to help the people, I was just invited to visit!"

"Tch, who believes it?" Lin Xiaoman stuck out her tongue and turned to look at Tang Chen's live broadcast room.

"Hello, everyone, I'm Lin Xiaoman!" Lin Xiaoman waved enthusiastically towards the live broadcast room.

"Wow, the goddess is here?"

"Here I go, it's actually the goddess Lin Xiaoman, the youth of labor is back!"

"It's really Sister Xiaoman. She just connected with the anchor yesterday, and they got together today. Isn't this speed... a bit fast?"

"Don't gossip upstairs, just support us and that's it!"

"The only person who can invite the new generation of national treasure-level movie queens is probably the lead brother!"

"Xiu'er, my vinegar jar has overturned. Go buy me a bottle of lemon curd!"

Suddenly, the barrage became more lively.

Many people are predicting that tomorrow’s headlines will probably be gone.

The national goddess had a secret meeting with a mysterious man and appeared together in a seven-star hotel?

It seems that the content has been compiled.

"Why are you here?" Tang Chen looked at Lin Xiaoman and asked in a low voice.

Lin Xiaoman was wearing a white shirt on the upper body and casual pants on the lower body. At first glance, it seemed that she did not come here specially.

"I have been filming in Donghai City for the past two days, and I happened to live in the Dream Castle!" Lin Xiaoman curled her lips and said, "If I hadn't accidentally bumped into you, I wouldn't have known you were secretly broadcasting here!"

"I really have no sales..."

Tang Chen and Lin Xiaoman chatted happily on one side, but Amoke on the other side was miserable.

He originally thought that the goddess was looking for him, but he didn't expect that she would actually run into the arms of that 18th-tier young anchor.

What's going on?

I'm the one who leads the delivery!

Have times changed?

"Brother Mo..."

At this time, the assistant behind him suddenly called him.

"What?!" Amo turned around and asked angrily.

"Fans...there are only a few hundred thousand fans left..." the assistant said frightenedly.

"What did you say?" Hearing the assistant's words, Amo almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

More than eight million fans disappeared in a few minutes. How did they do it? !

[Thanks to "Handsome Fatty" and "WANG4625" for the rewards, and also thanks to all friends for the flowers and recommendation votes. The new book cannot be separated from everyone's support, so I will add an extra chapter here to thank everyone for their support! 】