Chapter 4. Mystery Man, Mystery Parcel

Apparently, the house #1365 was at the end of the street. Jake was thankful that he got out of that street – at least for now. The house seemed to be decent. He got off his girly bike and dropped the letter in the mailbox. As he was about to get back, a man from behind called him.
"Hey mail-man!" the voice called. Jake was alert and quickly turned back, ready for action. The man wore a long overcoat and a hat. His face couldn't be seen because of the shadows.
"Whoa! Calm down, man! Just needed you to deliver this package for me, "he explained, looking at Jake's expression. Jake took a few cautious steps towards him.
"W-why don't you drop it in the post box? I'll deliver it tomorrow," Jake said to the mystery man.
"Please, Mr. Mailman," said the stranger with an ugly puppy face, "It's very important that it gets sent today. I might not be able to do it tomorrow. I'm a very busy man."

You are a bum dressed in an overcoat in summer!

The stranger in the overcoat handed Jake the box that he had to deliver. Jake wasn't sure about this. He glanced at the address.

It was in the middle of Marshmallow st.

For some reason, he decided to go. Glob knows what weird junk is in the box, Jake thought as he climbed on his bike.

Jake was still unsure of what he was doing. On one side he worried that this could later prove to be very dangerous. On the other side his guts gives him the courage to go back to that street.

He heads back to the Marshmallow Street and began to look for the specific house that the package is supposed to go to.

Finally he came near the apartment building where he was supposed to bring the parcel in. A big fat guy with tattoos all over his chest was blocking the entrance and was smoking. Jake walked up to him with the parcel and casually said, "Excuse me." The man sneered at him and moved aside. Jake 'phew'-ed as he walked into the hideous building. As he was about to put it near the apartment door, the door opened and a middle-aged but muscular guy was standing before Jake.

"I see that you have a parcel for me; who is it from?" he asked. Jake didn't know the answer.
"There's no return address in it," he murmured.
"No return address on it," he mimicked, underestimating Jake because of his height. Jake glared at him, offended. The man grinned. After all, what can a 3ft pathetic mail-man do to a 6ft muscular guy?

The man on the door began to open his package. Jake thought his job was done, so he turned around to leave. "Uh-uh, little man, not so quickly," said the man teasingly. Anger was building up inside Jake. You think you are so tough? I could just beat the juice outta you right now.

He turned around and squinted. "What now?" he asked. The tall man seemed to be surprised by Jake's attitude; however he kept himself quiet and took out a bundle of cash from the box. He began to count it. "What type of people sends money in a box?" Jake asked, innocently. "What did you say" the tall man said looking annoyed. "Nothing," Jake replied quickly. He smirked at the way people send money to each other in here. These losers don't even have bank accounts!

After minutes of quick re-checking, the man's face grew red with frustration. Jake seemed to notice that and asked whether he could help. He made it worse…