Chapter 22. Stamped for Mass Attack

In this situation, Benjamin seemed familiar with it, so he didn't take it too seriously. Quickly heading to the parking spot, Benjamin drove to pick up the customer. Upon seeing that the client was a middle-aged man, around thirty years old, with a heavily intoxicated appearance, he stood unsteadily in front of the hotel gate. Benjamin pulled the car up directly in front of the client without overthinking.

"Hey buddy, you're the driver from the hotel, right?"

The middle-aged man still appeared somewhat sober. Seeing Benjamin's car stop before him, he automatically opened the door and entered his seat.

"Yeah, so where do you want to go? To the address written on the customer card, right?"

"Yes, just follow that address!"

Perhaps still very drunk, once seated in the car, the man exchanged only a few words with Benjamin before collapsing onto the sofa seat and falling asleep.

Seeing this, Benjamin didn't pay much attention. He quickly drove off. However, ju