Chapter Seventy-Five: Heaven Has a Path Yet You Refuse to Take It; Hell Has No Gate Yet You Force Your Way In

"Damn it!"

"I remember what that bastard's hand looks like."

"When I get out of here, I'll find his old man and beat him to death!"

After half an hour of squatting, the video showed that Brother Wang was all bluff; his words were fierce, but his legs were trembling.

At this moment, his stomach was boiling with anger.

Ever since the last time he forgot to bring paper to the restroom, sacrificing a pair of his own underwear, Old Wang had learned his lesson: never leave the house without a pack of Heartfelt tissues.

Yet even so, he found himself in another predicament.

He had meant well, only to be played for a fool.

Blaming his own naïveté.

Honestly, the paper wasn’t the issue—even if he didn’t wipe, it wouldn’t matter.

But it was the other’s behavior that made him feel so foolish, like a gullible simpleton.

So Brother Wang was furious.

Especially now, when Bai Qingming on the other end of the phone was laughing, and not kindly.

That laughter only made Wang feel more like a chump, but Bai Qingming couldn’t help it.

How could anyone hold back?

If he offended someone, so be it—he simply couldn’t resist.

“Stop laughing, brother, and hurry up and bring me some paper,” Wang said, frustrated.

“Hold on, send me your location. I’ll send someone to rescue you.”

After hanging up, Wang sent an address: the public restroom where he was stranded.

Thinking for a moment, Bai Qingming opened Hungry Yet, the food delivery app, found a fried chicken shop close to Old Wang, and ordered the cheapest fried chicken.

“Please have the rider enter the men’s restroom, knock on the middle stall door, and remember to include extra napkins. Thanks.”

He left the note and placed the order.

The shop accepted the order...

The rider was on his way...

See how thoughtful he was.

Problem solved: Wang would get his paper, and the fried chicken would help him regain his strength.

Two birds with one stone!

“A considerate man like me is truly rare!” Bai Qingming sighed.

...

At a certain fried chicken shop, a delivery rider pushed open the door.

He held a selfie stick, live-streaming on his phone.

With livestreams becoming popular, many people broadcast their daily lives, and for someone like him, streaming during work was hardly unusual.

This streamer was known as Delivery Boy Huang—colleagues called him Xiao Huang. He usually broadcast on Douyin, with his theme being deliveries, especially oddball orders.

Like helping a customer scope out an online girlfriend’s appearance, under the pretense of delivering food.

Or, for example, a customer stuck in a life-or-death bronze-ranked League of Legends match at an internet café, suddenly stricken with stomach pain and forced to go to the toilet—so he orders delivery and asks the rider to play the game for him.

As long as the order was weird enough, he’d take it.

If he did well, customers not only gave five-star reviews but sometimes tipped him generously.

Every time, Huang would stream the whole process, then edit the video and post it on Douyin, where many watched.

Just moments ago, he had perfectly fulfilled an order from a female customer to deliver a cake to her ex-boyfriend, with the special request to slap the cake onto the jerk’s face and send photographic evidence. Five stars guaranteed if done right.

Of course, the rating didn’t matter—Huang just enjoyed helping others.

He lived by this moral code.

He didn’t care much for money, but was determined to do good deeds and make himself useful.

And now, Huang received another order, the address being a public restroom.

Seeing the instructions, the viewers in his livestream began to comment.

“Is the person who placed the order planning to grab a bite?”

“You don’t get it, do you? Clearly, someone’s stuck in the restroom without paper, so he ordered delivery.”

“How do you know so much?”

“Well... I heard it from a friend.”

“Here comes the ‘I have a friend’ routine.”

...

Reading the barrage, Huang felt reluctant to deliver to this place.

Not because he couldn’t find it.

It was because he knew it all too well!

Half an hour ago, he’d been there himself, squatting without any paper.

On a whim, Huang had tricked the honest guy next door, saying his paper smelled great and asking to see it.

He’d taken it, used it, pulled up his pants, and left.

He meant to buy some paper and return it to the man next door, but as soon as he stepped out, he got the cake-to-the-face order and forgot all about it.

Now, seeing this order’s instructions, he didn’t have to guess: the recipient had to be that honest fellow.

He was amazed.

More than half an hour had passed—couldn’t the guy figure something out?

What was the waste bin in the restroom for?

Used paper could be flushed away—why else keep a waste bin?

Couldn’t he use his head?

But, truth be told, Huang was feeling guilty.

He feared being recognized, worried about getting beaten up.

Unfortunately, he’d run out of order transfers today; no way around it, he had to deliver it himself.

“He probably won’t recognize me, right?”

He comforted himself.

...

Inside the stall, Old Wang was on the verge of collapse, sitting on the floor.

Even as his legs went numb, he maintained the final shred of stubbornness.

Honestly, he regretted not wearing underwear and socks today; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so helpless.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

“Anyone in there?”

For some reason, the voice sounded incredibly familiar to Wang, though he couldn’t recall where he’d heard it.

“Yes!”

Not caring about anything else, Wang answered excitedly.

Next, the stall door was knocked.

“Did you order delivery?”

Wang was stunned.

“I didn’t order.”

“No mistake—it must be you. The note says extra paper.”

The voice outside continued, “Open the door a bit, I’ll hand it in.”

Now Wang understood what was happening, and quickly pushed the door open a crack.

“Thank—”

As a hand holding a bag of fried chicken reached in.

He hadn’t finished saying thanks when, in an instant, Wang’s pupils contracted, and energy surged through his body.

He seized the stranger’s wrist and yanked him inside.

“You little bastard, you dare come back!”

“There’s a road to heaven, but you won’t walk it; a door to hell, and you barge right in.”

“You tricked me out of my paper!”

...

“Brother!”

“Brother, I’m sorry, don’t hit me!”

“I’m live-streaming right now!”

Inside the cramped stall, Huang had nowhere to run, wailing as his phone fell to the floor, capturing both men in perfect clarity.

Hearing that, Wang grew even angrier.

Was his pantsless state being broadcast for all to see?

“Then you won’t be wearing pants either!”

Meanwhile, the livestream’s popularity soared.

“Damn, this stream is wild!”

“Can’t bear to watch, can’t bear to watch!”