"Do you still think those little toys can hurt me? Heh heh heh, heh heh heh..."
Hearing the Purple Freak's words, the bandit leader looked tense. A Soul King and a One-word Battle Armor Master—just a few bombs and Soul Guidance Guns really would have a hard time hurting him.
"You! Don't do anything rash. I'm telling you, I have people backing me. The people behind me are watching this operation too. If you know what's good for you, leave immediately, and I won't stop you."
"If you simply want to kill people, there are plenty of people in Carriage No. 6 over there. You can go find them." The Bandit Leader first issued a warning, then softened his tone and indicated that there were more people in Carriage No. 6.
"You!!" Mo Lan glared furiously at the bandit leader upon hearing his words.
Then Mo Lan immediately said to the Purple Freak clad in Battle Armor, "I am Mo Lan, the daughter of a Federation Councilor. Your Excellency is a Battle Armor Master. If you have any demands, feel free to state them. I will do my best to satisfy them."
"Heh heh heh... Are you threatening me?" The Purple Freak glanced at the bandit leader, and a terrifying Soul Power pressure burst forth. The other bandits and ordinary people in the train immediately found themselves unable to breathe under the pressure.
"Madman!" As the one bearing the brunt of it, the bandit leader's face went pale as well. This freak was definitely a madman. Judging by his expression, he had clearly been enraged by him and was not considering the consequences at all.
Fortunately, the Soul Power pressure only lasted for a while before dissipating. The Purple Freak said to Mo Lan, "My name is Baru, Evil Soul