Chapter 134: Strange Occurrences on the Train

In Carriage 13, He Zhixing and his companions settled into seats 90 through 93. Shortly after they sat down, He Zhixing sensed that the Korean monk and his group had boarded the train—they had entered through Carriage 5. He was certain it would not be long before they tracked them down.

The men in the adjacent seats and across the aisle couldn't help but steal glances at Yu Fang, Li Wuxin, and Zhang Ni. It was a rare sight to see one young man traveling with three such beautiful women, each possessing a distinct and elegant charm. Li Wuxin was no longer shaven-headed; she now wore her hair in long, graceful tresses. With three beauties sitting together, it was only natural that they would draw the eyes of every man nearby.

He Zhixing turned his head and whispered to the three women, "They’ve caught up. They are currently in Carriage 5, searching for us. They’re moving car by car, starting from the front; I suspect once they finish checking Carriage 1, they will turn back and head this way."

"Ah... what should we do?" The three women began to whisper urgently, trying to devise a plan.

He Zhixing raised a hand to silence them. "It’s fine. We’ll see how the situation unfolds when they arrive. If it comes to a fight on the train, we have nothing to fear from them."

They kept their voices low; talk of fighting was a sensitive matter, and they didn't want to cause a panic among the other passengers.

Half an hour passed before He Zhixing finally sensed the Korean monk’s group approaching. There were seven of them in total. In addition to Liu Tian and his father, the one-armed man and his master, and the Korean monk and his disciple, there was an eighth man—tall and burly, with dark skin, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. He carried an aura of imposing strength, and the tiger and leopard tattoos visible on his bare arms, exposed by his casual attire, marked him as a formidable brute.

He Zhixing whispered to the women, "They’re here."

The three women immediately cast their beautiful gazes toward the aisle leading from the front of the train. Gradually, the Korean monk, Liu Tian, and the others drew near. Eventually, the group stopped right in front of them. He Zhixing looked up and offered a faint, composed smile.

Park Jung-jin, the Korean monk, and his companions were clearly taken aback to find He Zhixing and his group sitting there so openly, waiting for them. In a moment of surprise, the monk’s beautiful disciple, Li Shuzhen, pursed her lips and said in Korean, "Brother, there they are..."

Liu Tian’s father, the priest, was the first to speak. "Young man, we meet again! Heh, things won't be so easy this time. We have only one goal: we’ve heard you’ve come into possession of some rather interesting items recently. We aren't asking for much—just share a portion with us, and we can all part on good terms..."

He Zhixing chuckled and replied slowly, "So, you’ve traveled all this way for that? No problem. It’s just not convenient to discuss it on the train. Let’s wait until we get off. If you aren't in a hurry, feel free to find some seats. It’s not great to have so many people blocking the aisle."

The old man, master to the one-armed acupressure expert, finally spoke. "Very well. I trust you wouldn't dare try anything. We’ll sit and wait for you."

The tall, burly man was sharp. He pulled three thousand five hundred yuan from his pocket, glared at the passengers sitting next to He Zhixing’s group, and said with an air of authority, "Trouble yourselves to vacate these seats. Go find others. Everyone gets five hundred yuan for their trouble—consider it a token of our sincerity!"

Could there really be such overbearing people in this world? The passengers beside them, sensing the predatory, thuggish aura of the seven men, didn't dare to argue or resist. Terrified, they silently took the five-hundred-yuan notes and left their seats, knowing all too well that these were not people to be trifled with.

Some thought to themselves, "Well, there are no seats left, but at least getting five hundred yuan in consolation money isn't so bad..."