Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Dachang City's Chang'an Intersection.
Though it was the evening rush hour, the road was eerily deserted and silent. Not a single pedestrian could be seen nearby, nor any vehicles, making this area feel entirely out of place compared to the rest of the city.
This road had been sealed off for two days now.
Even the residents were evacuated, ensuring that no ordinary person would appear here.
It wasn't even 9 PM yet.
At a bus stop along Chang'an Intersection, Yang Jian and Li Yang had arrived early.
According to the direction of the post office's cursed delivery task, at precisely 9 PM, a bus would arrive and stop here. At that time, all couriers were required to board that bus.
However, Yang Jian had already suspended all public and passenger bus services in Dachang City to prevent any vehicles from being mistaken for the post office-designated bus and to avoid errors.
