The door was opened very quickly. A man in his thirties came out. He was half a head taller than Yin Xun and looked like he weighed 200 pounds. Even his face was meaty. At this moment, he was nibbling on a chicken drumstick with grease all over his mouth.
Although the man was fat, he did not look very strong. His skin was tanned, and the thick dark circles under his eyes were visible. It was hard to tell if his bean-sized eyes were naturally small or if they were not fully open. In either case, he looked like he had stayed up too late.
"You're two minutes late. Why are you so slow? Didn't you say that you'll be perfectly punctual?" The fat guy did not take the package. Instead, he looked at Yin Xun and questioned her unhappily.