Who is the Train Conductor?

Although this face was much cleaner than in his past life, Su Huan recognized the Biker, that pit-digging bastard, at a single glance.

The piece-of-junk vehicle he had modified for him required twelve major overhauls and thirty-six minor repairs every single month.

It was repaired more often than he trimmed his own fingernails.

Because of that piece of junk, the two of them had dealt with each other for a year and had grown quite familiar.

Still, Su Huan confirmed it once more, "What's your name?"

"Huang Hai. You can just call me Old Huang," the bespectacled man replied hurriedly.

Su Huan couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth. He opened the rear door and said in a nasty tone, "Get in!"

The two of them felt no resentment toward his tone; their faces held the purest form of gratitude.

Lao San, standing to the side, looked a bit bewildered. "Are these two your friends?"

"Don't know them."

Lao San stepped on the clutch and shifted gears, his face even more confused. "Then why are you letting them on for no reason?"

Su Huan coaxed him patiently, "There are six or seven of them. If we only have four, doesn't it look like we're lacking in presence?"

"We have guns."

"But we also need to sleep. How can four people keep an eye on hundreds of people in the back? We saved these two, and since they aren't close with the people on the train, they'll definitely want to stick with us. If something happens, they can help us out, right?"

Su Huan said "us" four times in one breath.

The more Lao San listened, the clearer his train of thought became. He sighed, "Cultivating cronies to control more people—that's a good trick. Lao Da always says I have too many bad ideas, but I think you're the one full of wicked schemes!"

Su Huan's eyelid twitched. He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally spat out, "I'll take that as a compliment."

"What a blockhead..."

The second half of the journey was basically smooth sailing. Although there were zombies that didn't know when to die, the high-explosive incendiary grenades treated every flesh-and-blood monster equally.

Su Huan even took the time to snatch up a Blood Hound.

Cats and dogs were the most common large animals in the city. Although birds and insects were more numerous, very few of them mutated. He guessed it was because their small size prevented them from absorbing too much Pan-Energy.

While energy and physical bodies were not equivalent, one needed a stronger body to carry more energy.

When the fire trucks drove back to the side of the train, the sun was already setting.

The three blood-stained fire trucks quickly attracted everyone's attention, especially the one in the lead with a road sign embedded in its front.

The engines vibrated slightly as the three vehicles drove into the gap in the fence one after another.

Fearing unnecessary trouble, Su Huan jumped down ahead of time.

The three brothers and the two men, Huang Hai, followed closely behind.

Lao San looked around cautiously. When he saw the train, his trust in Su Huan deepened.

Lao Da said in surprise, "There are quite a lot of people here."

The returning passengers nearby saw that Su Huan was the leader and immediately dodged to both sides. Those walking in front kept looking back, clearing a path.

Lao Er carefully nudged Lao San with his elbow and whispered, "How come these people seem so afraid of Lao Si?"

Lao San rolled his eyes at him and snapped, "What a load of crap. Look at what you're holding in your hands—how could they not be afraid?"

Su Huan, walking in front, smiled without a word.

Soon, they saw Yu Jing directing workers to move steel plates in the high heat. Before she could speak, Su Huan spoke first, "The train captain is back."

He greeted her in a flat tone.

Yu Jing looked at the smiling Su Huan and felt something was off. Not knowing how to respond, she gave a non-committal "Mm."

To Yu Jing, this greeting was a statement, but to the three brothers, it sounded like a question.

And so, they obtained the information.

The train captain is inside!

Seeing Su Huan just brazenly leading them toward the train, Lao San felt a bit nervous. He quietly tugged on Su Huan's arm and urged, "Lao Si, are we just going in like this?"

Su Huan rubbed his chin. "Yeah, what else?"

"Don't we need to make a plan or something?"

"Like what?"

"Like, we split up, control the train captain once we're inside, then have some people stir up the exploited passengers, and then we drag the train captain and his cronies out..."

Su Huan asked curiously, "Why do that?"

"To occupy the moral high ground! You're young and don't understand. If we just kill that train captain outright, wouldn't we just become the new bandits?"

"But if we drag him out and, in front of everyone, you take the lead in sternly rebuking that bastard, it would help you get revenge on one hand, and win the support of the masses on the other. Think about it, doesn't that make sense?"

Lao San clapped his hands, his expression dancing with excitement.

Su Huan's mouth twitched, his face wearing a look of forcibly suppressed strangeness, "Actually, there's no need for all that trouble; just follow me."

Seeing Su Huan head up, the others had no choice but to follow along, feeling helpless.

Qi Xiaoba, who was currently welding steel plates, tugged at his slightly tight collar and whispered, "Sister Yu Jing, those people aren't right. I'm going over to take a look."

Yu Jing nodded.

Xiaoba's wheelchair hovered, and he ascended directly into the carriage.

Inside the carriage.

Watching the completely relaxed Su Huan, the brothers sighed in admiration; he was truly a man destined for great things, remaining unruffled even at a time like this.

As they passed the sightseeing carriage, the screeching sound of a chainsaw cutting through bone drifted over.

Seeing the workshop that resembled a slaughterhouse, the group's faces turned deathly pale.

"Ugh..."

Su Huan was quick-witted, grabbing the Biker by his tie and yanking it upward with force, instantly choking back the filth the man was about to vomit.

He certainly didn't want this guy dirtying his carriage.

Su Huan smiled and explained to the group, "Don't worry, she is also just a poor person being coerced."

Lao San and the others looked at Wan Xing's delicate, pretty face, then at the bits of flesh on her gloves and the Butcher being disemboweled on the table, swallowing their saliva nervously.

Wan Xing glanced at the group with some curiosity, nodded at Su Huan, and silently went back to her work.

After walking a few steps away, Lao Da cursed indignantly, "To actually make a girl do this kind of work—this train conductor is truly lacking in virtue. If I ever see him, I'll shove a gun barrel up his ass and empty a full magazine into him."

The smile on Su Huan's face stiffened for a moment.

He continued leading the group forward, entering the dining carriage.

What met their eyes were several tables pushed together and a sofa draped with a striking orange cat blanket.

In the cabinet nearby, canned yellow peaches were stacked, the honey-colored glow refracted by the glass jars intertwining with the rising steam from a clay pot.

The group's gazes swept over Yu Yue, who was wearing an apron, and they all simultaneously recalled Su Huan's description.

She was indeed sweet and soft...

Lao San hurriedly shook off the strange thoughts and shouted, "Where is the train conductor? Who is the train conductor?!"

Heavy footsteps sounded from the direction of the locomotive, and a burly, rugged figure walked over carrying a blood-stained shield, frowning as he sized up the group.

Lao San and the others hurriedly raised their guns.

From behind them came the sound of an electric wheelchair, the youth's black-and-white eyes filled with a hint of hostility.

Front and back, they were pinned inside the dining carriage.

Su Huan acted as if he didn't see the tense atmosphere and walked to the front.

He slumped onto the sofa without a shred of decorum, letting the setting sun outside bathe his face in an orange-red glow, much like the lazy orange cat on the blanket.

He took the iced drink handed to him by Yu Yue, propped his face up with one hand, narrowed his eyes, and repeated Lao San's question indifferently, "Yeah, who is the train conductor?"