"Don't worry. There are police on the train; they should handle it." Liu Xuezhen shot a look at her bodyguard in the adjacent row of seats. The man immediately got up, hand on his holster, and crept toward the source of the commotion.
Liu Xuezhen was both worried and intrigued. She had begged her father for a long time to get permission for this trip and had even secretly brought four bodyguards along. They were all martial monks from the Great Golden Cloud Temple.
The four men were currently in disguise, wearing wigs and pretending to be ordinary passengers.
Tie Niu hadn't returned, and Wu Anning felt a little tense. But having seen her fair share of guns over the years, she wasn't overly stressed. Still, her body remained on high alert, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
Lin Hui sat upright, extending his Heart and Spirit. His brow furrowed slightly as he became aware of the trouble in the car ahead.
