The burly man who spoke made the already cramped passageway seem even narrower.
Especially those arms, full of primitive and savage energy, seemed capable of breaking steel with a single twist.
His tone just now was as calm and friendly as if he were having a casual chat, but the content of his words was far too terrifying.
For a moment, the carriage was deathly silent; no one dared to make a sound.
Jiang Fan also stopped eating his noodles and quietly observed the other person.
This burly man had just intentionally unleashed his inner energy to intimidate everyone present.
Judging from the burst of energy he just unleashed, the opponent was a Fourth Rank Middle Stage Martial Artist.
Even if he used all his trump cards without holding back, he still wouldn't be able to win with his current strength.
But if you want to escape, there is still hope.
Of course, he never considered running away.
I'm not worried at all.
Keep in mind that Wei San, one of the thirteen commanders of the Divine Wind Camp, was right beside them.
Although he didn't know exactly what Wei San's strength was, he was certain that if Wei San just moved a finger, this big man would be dead beyond any doubt.
Compared to Jiang Fan's composure, everyone else was terrified and dared not move, not even breathing heavily.
The burly man glanced around, then grinned, revealing a set of large, white teeth.
"Look how scared you are! I was just joking with you."
His words eased everyone's anxiety a little, but only slightly.
Although he explained that he wasn't robbing anyone, seeing him carrying a large knife and the equally vicious henchmen behind him still made one's heart pound with unease.
Qian Yuxing had not yet returned to his bunk; he was standing in the train aisle, directly in front of the burly man.
Just now, when the other party mentioned robbery, his legs were shaking so badly that he almost collapsed to his knees.
"You, you're really not here to rob me?"
He asked the question that everyone wanted to know the answer to.
"Of course!" the burly man said earnestly, and nodded.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before they could even catch their breath, they heard the big man continue speaking.
"Let me introduce myself first. My Hu Meng, and the others behind me are my brothers. We're from Blood Fang."
Blood Fang?
Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback. Why did this name seem so familiar? It was as if he had heard it somewhere before.
Before he could even think of it, he saw Qian Yuxing slump to the ground, his face pale and his lips trembling.
"Blood-- Blood Fang? A theft organization that's been frequently reported on TV lately?!"
Only after being reminded did Jiang Fan belatedly realize what had happened.
No wonder the name Blood Fang sounded familiar; it turned out to be the bandit organization that had been frequently featured on television lately.
--Blood Fang.
A third-rate bandit organization that frequently operates on the Outer Wilderness Zone.
The bandit organizations are ranked from lowest to highest as third-rate, second-rate, and first-rate.
Don't underestimate Blood Fang just because they're a third-rate bandit group; they're among the strongest.
It wasn't just their strength that was impressive, but also the heinous crimes they had committed.
The reason this organization has recently gained notoriety is because it accepted a mission to wipe out an entire clan of several hundred people, not even sparing newborn babies.
Hu Meng's self-introduction sent shivers down everyone's spines; they were terrified, their hearts pounding.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. I'm a man of my word; if I'm joking, I'm joking with you."
Hu Meng's smile resembled that of an honest, simple farmer, exceptionally kind and sincere.
But those present didn't relax even a little because of that smile; at the same time, they were all thinking to themselves.
It's strange. Each train has a master on board, and this thief gang is so openly appearing in everyone's sight, so why hasn't that master come out yet?
Are you waiting for that expert?
Hu Meng's words once again made everyone's hearts leap into their throats, and they couldn't help but feel a bad premonition.
"To tell you the truth, our boss is currently engaged in a battle with that expert and can't get there to rescue you in time."
Upon hearing this, everyone was terrified, and their faces turned deathly pale.
"Alright, enough with the nonsense. We're all out here, not to rob or kill."
As Hu Meng spoke, his gaze swept across everyone's faces, as if searching for something.
"We have no other purpose than to take away the young master of the Pill Pavilion who boarded this train. Therefore, to avoid implicating innocent people, we urge this young master of the Pill Pavilion to step forward voluntarily."
The Crown Prince of the Pill Pavilion?
Jiang Fan had heard the Crazy Old Man mention Pill Pavilion. Danwu, one of the five elite martial arts schools, was founded with the support of the Pill Pavilion.
Is that young master of the Pill Pavilion on this train?
Wei San, who had been observing the situation from the sidelines, finally understood.
Why would a third-rate bandit gang dare to risk their lives to openly appear on a train? It turns out they had learned that the young master of the Pill Pavilion would be traveling on this train, and their goal was to kidnap him and extort money from the Pill Pavilion.
The Pill Pavilion has that old relic in charge; it has to be said, these people are really quite bold.
Why isn't anyone stepping forward?
Hu Meng narrowed his eyes slightly, a bloodthirsty glint in them.
"My patience is limited. I'll only count to ten. If no one steps forward by then, I won't be polite."
After saying that, he turned to look at his brother.
"I'll count to ten. If no one steps forward, I'll just kill them all. It's all about the Pill Pavilion anyway; a living person pays a price, a dead person pays a price. Even if they're just corpses, if the Pill Pavilion doesn't pay ransom, I'll whip their corpses and send them videos every day to see if they'll pay."
These words caused a wave of panic among the crowd, their eyes filled with fear of death and deep despair.
Before they could react, Hu Meng started counting.
"10--"
"9--"
"8--"
The leader was still entangled with the expert on the train, and he didn't know how things were going, so he couldn't afford to delay any longer.
"7--"
"6--"
Hearing the countdown, some people were so frightened that tears welled up in their eyes, while others looked around in panic, trying to find a chance to escape.
Unfortunately, both sides of the carriage were completely blocked off, leaving no chance to escape.
"No, no! I don't want to die! I finally got into martial arts school, I don't want to die!"
Qian Yuxing was on the verge of a mental breakdown, his dilated pupils filled with fear.
"5--"
"4--"
"3--"
"Ahhh! I don't want to die! I know—I know who the Crown Prince of the Pill Pavilion is! I know who it is!"