"Nobody move!"
Just then, several masked men suddenly stood up, each holding a Soul Guidance Gun.
"Could I really be this unlucky?" Nan Fusheng's mouth twitched. He wanted to stir up trouble, but he did not want to become the one getting screwed over!
"Life really is unpredictable!"
Nan Fusheng rarely sighed like that.
According to his original plan, he should have had his Doppelganger cause trouble, then let Lu Fa resolve it to gain prestige as one of his future achievements. At the same time, he could see whether this method could become one of the Anchors stabilizing his humanity.
As for himself, he would sit safely in the rear, sipping coffee as he calmly watched it all unfold. Just thinking about it—elegant. Utterly elegant.
That was how a mastermind boss should act.
But instead—
"Sure enough, when it isn't my own Doppelganger under my control, all kinds of accidents happen."
Nan Fusheng's Spiritual Power was far from weak. He could now easily sense that, aside from Dining Car No. 5 where he was, considerable disturbances seemed to have broken out in several carriages ahead as well.
This was a premeditated terrorist attack!
"Y-you, what do you think you're doing?! This is a Soul Train under the Federation's management! Are you not taking Federal Law seriously?!" At that moment, a trembling middle-aged man suddenly stood up and demanded an answer.
"There it is. Victim Number One has appeared." Sitting in his original seat, Nan Fusheng sighed. Why were there always idiots everywhere who could not read the situation? These people had deliberately attacked a Soul Train—would they still care about Federation law?
People who spoke up like that usually became the chicken killed to frighten the monkeys, used to highlight how vicious the bandits were.
"Hahahaha! You're asking whether