This seemed to be an old driverless bus. At a glance, most of its smart equipment had been removed, and even the sealed windows had been replaced with several large sliding windows framed in cast iron.
There were not many people when the bus arrived, and there were still a few empty slots. But by now, quite a few people were already waiting at the bus stop.
The man standing beside He Ao hurried forward, clutching the bread as he rushed through the door. As he ran, he said, "Sir, move quickly. Watch your wallet and wristband!"
As he spoke, the crowd around the stop sign also squeezed toward the bus's narrow door.
The man only felt the tide of people shoving him forward, packing him toward the center of the bus like compacted soil.
Then, he felt a powerful hand seize his wrist and yank hard.
Like a radish being pulled from the ground, he was dragged out of the crowd and dropped into a seat in the rear corner of the bus.
After settling himself in a panic, he turned his head in confusion and happened to see the calm, gentle smile of the Old Man beside him.
But before he could speak, he saw the Old Man release his wrist and reach out to grab a hand buried deep in the crowd behind them.
A skinny figure was pulled out of the crowd by the Old Man once more.
As he was dragged forward, the skinny figure immediately pulled out a small knife from his pocket. But before he could act, that aged hand flung his body forward while the Old Man's other hand pushed open one of the old bus windows.
The skinny figure barely paused before his body flew over the man's head, slipped through