In the frigid winter, the train had no warm breeze, yet it did not feel cold at all. In fact, the people wrapped in thick cotton-padded coats and pants were sweating from the heat.
A young man in his twenties wore an oversized Lei Feng cap and a dirty, tattered-looking padded coat. He squeezed and weaved through the crowd.
Quickly and discreetly, he slipped his hand into other people's pockets. Every so often, he flipped his wrist, and a sharp blade appeared at his fingertips. With an inconspicuous slice, he could cut open clothing or luggage.
Whenever he succeeded, a smile always crept onto his face.
But whenever he looked up and saw the inconspicuous, long-faced, pale man in the distance, his smile vanished.
This was nothing to be proud of. He had learned his craft from that man, but the process had been anything but pleasant. It had left a mark carved into his bones, making him hate the man to the core.
"I'll kill him someday..."
He could never stop himself from thinking that.
But it was only a thought. He didn't dare. He truly didn't dare...
"There's a thief! The money in my pocket is gone!"
At that moment, a middle-aged man shouted.
The moment he yelled, everyone in the carriage immediately reached for their own pockets.
"My bag was slashed open!"
"My clothes were cut too!"
"Fuck your mother! Who did it? Step the fuck out here, and I'll beat you to death!"
"Are you sick? If you stole something, would you step forward yourself? Go find the police! Haven't you heard of Wang Yan? I asked when we boarded—he's on this train."
Listening to the noisy commotion, the young man tugged at his cap. The oversized hat covered his eyes. He knew it was