"What big talk!"
Huang Kaiji's gaze sharpened.
The instant the folding fan in his hand opened, it transformed into an enormous landscape ink painting.
Ink-black armored soldiers kept emerging from the painting.
"As long as I, Huang Kaiji, am here, no one will lay a finger on my Haiyuan Island!"
Cheers rose from the audience.
These Native Humans even thought everything happening now was part of the variety show.
But the Train Conductors all knew this was no variety show. It was a genuine emergency.
Mad Poison of Abucado.
To the Train Conductors currently on Haiyuan Island, members of this Terrorist Organization were all legendary figures.
Haiyuan Island was vast. As a city, it had once been a nation in a high-level Platform World.
Haiyuan Island was also tiny. As a city, it was even regarded as a starter village for new Train Conductors.
Its only guardians were Huang Kaiji and the Guild he had founded.
But...
His Guild had many members.
Yet most of them were weak.
Native Humans maintained order in the city.
He was no saint. His greatest pleasure was watching low-level Train Conductors fight to the death in the Arena.
Nor was he some utterly vicious monster, because without his protection, the humans on Haiyuan Island would long since have been captured by someone as slaves or blood bags, or even... materials for crafting items.
"Old Huang, you really were a Top-Level Train Conductor over a decade ago, but how long has it been since you went out? When was the last time? Three years ago? Or four?"
"Do you really think someone who's stopped moving can still fight as well as before?"
Balen's lips curled upward, and the scythe in his hand spun.
The Kamaitachi Wind Blade instantly shredded those imposing-looking ink-black armored soldiers.
"You're