"Are you planning to break your promise?" Mo Lan looked at the completely silent Carriage No. 4, her expression turning ugly as she immediately questioned the bandit leader.
"Shut up. Number Three? Number Three! What are you doing? Didn't you hear what I said?!" Seeing that Carriage No. 4 remained silent, the bandit leader immediately roared.
Yet after quite a while, there was still no movement from Carriage No. 4. A sense of unease suddenly rose in the bandit leader's heart.
"Number Six, go take a look at Carriage No. 4." The bandit leader casually called someone over. "Be careful."
"Don't worry, boss." A masked bandit suddenly stepped out from the remaining young men in Carriage No. 5. He was clearly number six.
Number Six tightly gripped the Soul Guidance Gun in his hand, then casually yanked a panicked young man up from the ground and pressed the gun to his head before heading toward Carriage No. 4.
This guy was quite cautious. Though he spoke carelessly, when faced with Carriage No. 4 and its unknown situation, he still knew to grab a human shield from the ground.
If anything unexpected happened, the hostage in his hands would be his best bargaining chip.
Number Six led the hostage to the entrance of Carriage No. 4, peered inside, and called out, "Hey, Number Three, Number Three, say something already. Did something happen?"
Then Number Six froze. Carriage No. 4 was packed with people lying on the floor, while large patches of bright-red blood covered the ground. It was impossible to tell whether those people had merely fainted or were already dead.
A strange figure with purple skin was currently gripping a bandit by the throat. The bandit slapped and struggled desperately. Hearing Number Six's voice, the Purple Freak glanced at him