Deathbird

The passengers stepping off the train looked nervously toward the exit.

More than a dozen vicious-looking adult men were blocking it.

They held photographs, comparing them against each departing passenger.

A few burly passengers voiced their displeasure, only to be beaten to the ground, blood streaming everywhere. When the railway police nearby turned a blind eye, no one dared raise another objection.

They could only stare at the men in terror.

Qin Ran's brow furrowed even more deeply.

It was not because the railway police were neglecting their duties.

It was because of the photographs in those men's hands.

Despite the considerable distance, his keen eyesight let him recognize the person in the photographs at a glance... it was him!

Jones is in even worse trouble than I imagined!

Qin Ran thought to himself.

The scene before him said it all.

Before he had even returned to the West Coast, men had been stationed at the railway station to search for him.

Clearly, they had received advance information.

Very detailed information, at that!

Just look at the photographs in their hands!

Qin Ran was certain they had already thoroughly investigated Jones.

They even knew exactly who Jones could turn to for help.

Moreover, their influence was greater than he had imagined.

Not just anyone could openly search passengers in a place like a railway station while the railway police stood by and did nothing.

Have they already infiltrated the West Coast's government departments?

Qin Ran speculated.

Then, instinctively, he thought of the sheriff, Shiqi.

With his rather blunt, upright temperament, Shiqi was probably not doing too well.

I hope everything's all right!

That was what Qin Ran thought.

At the same time, he started toward the exit.

He had no intention of avoiding them.

First, a dozen ordinary men were