Jiang Xiao didn't stop his steps; he continued forward into the next train car.
This time, the passengers seemed to have realized something.
They screamed in terror, trying to escape, but their resistance was so insignificant against Jiang Xiao's almost irresistible force.
The axe swung down again, and the blood bloomed once more. Jiang Xiao's movements were clean and efficient, without a trace of superfluity.
His gaze was cold, as if all of this had nothing to do with him. He was merely executing a task, merely completing the "objective" that Fang Tianyu had mentioned.
The massacre continued, and Jiang Xiao's pace showed no sign of slackening.
Behind him, there was a dead silence, a testament to the once vibrant lives that had been mercilessly stripped away.
"It's over...."
Though it took some time to describe, in reality, the passengers went quickly—the whole event took less than five minutes from start to finish.
Back to the initial train car.
