"Watchdog?"
That special title made Lu Xin a little curious.
He instinctively looked up. Then he immediately felt a searing gaze coming from deep within the station hall, from the direction he had just come. Lu Xin turned his head and saw a faint sense of pressure coming from the passage he had just walked through. Slowly, a tall figure in a black leather coat emerged from the crowd.
"Thud." "Thud." "Thud." "Thud."
The man's heavy footsteps seemed to stomp on people's chests, making their hearts beat in unison with them.
Lu Xin couldn't help raising his head. He saw that the man coming through the passage had an extremely intimidating appearance. He was probably over two and a half meters tall, dressed in a pure-black, oversized, high-collared leather overcoat. He wore heavy riding boots, also pure black.
He wore a black cowboy hat, a black mask over his face, and a pair of black sunglasses.
He walked through the crowd, half a body taller than everyone else, like a moving fortress.
There were countless people coming and going around them, and at that moment, they subconsciously sensed the pressure and edged away.
The stream of people lining up to leave the station clearly formed an arc, as if it had been pressed into shape by his presence.
Yet for some reason, although these people clearly sensed the pressure, not one of them instinctively turned around to look.
It was as if they could feel the pressure this person gave off without realizing he was there.
Even Lu Xin found it strange. When he had passed through the passage just now, he hadn't noticed this person inside.
By rights, with such an eye-catching figure, he should have noticed him wherever he was.
"What is it?"
The fortress-like man