The train continued chugging forward, unchanged by the sudden robbery.
If anything was different, it was that word of what had just happened had spread among the passengers. Everyone was talking over one another, making the already noisy train even more boisterous.
People were all talking about how badass Wang Yan had been. In no time at all, the story had turned into Wang Yan stunning over a dozen bandits with a single shout...
The dining car was just as lively. The nine bandits squatted on the floor with their hands cuffed behind their backs, several of them glaring viciously at Wang Yan.
Wang Yan, meanwhile, went down the line slapping them one by one. Smack, smack, smack—the blows rang out loud and clear.
"You trying to scare me?" Wang Yan grabbed the leader by the hair and slapped him back and forth four times. "Try glaring at me again."
The leader's bearing did not falter. Stubbornly defiant, he gritted his teeth and glared with wide eyes.
"Fine, fine, fine. Still doesn't hurt, huh? How about this?" Wang Yan curled his fingers into a loose fist, bent the knuckle of his index finger, and jabbed him a few times. The moment he let go, the man screamed and rolled around on the floor.
Leaving him to suffer, Wang Yan turned to the other side, seized the hair of the man at the very end, and gave him two hard slaps without a word.
This man was not nearly as tough as his big brother. Even with his head yanked up by the hair, his eyes remained tightly shut. His body trembled violently with fear.
"Look at me. I'm fucking Wang Yan."
"Grandpa, I was wrong! I really was!"
"Where'd all that attitude go? Useless piece of shit." As he spoke,