'This guy is a Martial Artist, too!'
'A Martial Artist with a gun, no less.'
Zhao Rui's eyes narrowed. For the moment, all he could do was wait and see.
The passengers in the car cowered like quails, huddled in the cramped space between seats. The stuffy air made the harsh winter cold outside feel like a distant memory.
Time ticked by, and every so often, voices from another car crackled through the man's radio.
Everyone heard it clearly.
They were demanding that the Court release someone!
As for who was to be released, or how, the conversation didn't say.
'What rotten luck. Even a simple high-speed train ride turns into something like this.'
Zhao Rui didn't care who they wanted released. He only cared if he could get off the train at Lin City.
The way things were going, it was highly likely the train would head straight for the terminal station.
"I... I... I need to use the restroom!"
Just then, a young woman shakily raised her hand and stammered.
