Just as Zhao Rong signed for the package, he finished his phone call. While thanking the courier, he asked, "Buddy, your delivery method is... pretty unique, huh?"
The Tomb Robber courier chuckled. "These days, I do whatever makes money..."
Zhao Rong tried to reason with him. "Listen, man, there's a right way and a wrong way to make a living. Tomb robbing is illegal. I'm just saying, once you get out of prison, you should stick to being a courier. Don't go back to this life."
Hearing this, the Tomb Robber courier retorted defensively, "What's wrong with tomb robbing? I'm just earning a little money to give my wife and kids a better life. Is that so wrong?"
With the best intentions, Zhao Rong pressed on, "I'm just advising you to find a legitimate profession. You should stop this illegal tomb robbing..."
Before Zhao Rong could finish, the Tomb Robber courier suddenly snapped his fingers. "Brothers, get out here! Someone dares to mock us couriers of the Ancient Tomb Sect!"
