Some time after Zhao An, Shangguan Yingxue, and the others left.
Zhao Lin, who had remained at the platform, watched the outside through a gap in the train window.
The men and women dressed in white were lingering near the train.
They seemed to be hesitating, or perhaps waiting for something.
They looked at the train as though it were a live fish on a chopping board.
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the train door.
An eerie voice came from outside.
"Train Conductor, are you feeling any better? Our city lord sincerely invites you to his residence. Delicious food has been prepared there, awaiting only your arrival."
Zhao Lin huddled in a corner, her palms pressed together, feeling somewhat afraid.
"I-I already told you, I'm not feeling well. I don't want to get off. Just leave me alone."
Bang!
The man in white extended the hand concealed within his wide sleeve.
It was not a human hand, but a sharp mechanical prosthesis.
Its claws dug into the train door. Although the door had already been upgraded to level 4, it let out a piercing screech under the blow.
"Train Conductor, Ten Warehouse Rice City has the finest medical facilities. No matter how much pain your body is in, once you reach the city center, everything will get better. So... please get off."
The man's voice grew increasingly cold, until faint, hollow mechanical noises began to emerge from it.
Zhao Lin grew even more frightened, utterly bewildered.
Hadn't my bad luck already disappeared? Why was I still running into something this dangerous?
Regret...
If she had not agreed to come to this stop with the others, perhaps things would not have turned out this way.
The door was being torn apart.
It was only because upgrading to a Level 4