[The previous Chapter has been greatly revised, refresh to see it; those who haven’t read it can continue with the plot]

Hai Mutao: "Among my personal items, there is a weapon, extremely sharp, so sharp that even an ordinary person can easily pierce metal with it."

Shu Wei opened a cabinet and placed all the personal items from inside onto the table.

Dozens of Tier One Pan-energy Crystals, a gray triangular military dagger, and a small communication device for contact.

Su Huan reached out, and the military dagger was drawn into his palm by the "gas vortex."

Then, in Hai Mutao’s astonished gaze, he turned his hand and stabbed it into the iron coffin, with blood flowing from the groove.

The sixty-centimeter-long military dagger pierced through the coffin and forcefully penetrated the train’s armor, extending outward.

Its sharpness was evident.

Su Huan said indifferently, "This is my trophy, not your ransom. Show your worth, but you only have three seconds, next time I won’t be aiming for an arm."

"Three"

"Two"

Hai Mutao restrained his astonishment and smiled, "I also know a lot of information about the apocalypse, like the Spore Zone, Gravity Zone, Plant Zone..."

"Do you know where the military went?"

Hai Mutao raised his eyebrows and replied naturally, "I don’t know, but perhaps Changbai Pharmaceutical near the Eternal Night Zone might know."

"Do you know why the apocalypse happened?"

Hai Mutao frowned, this question was somewhat rogue, almost existential.

Staring into Su Huan’s indifferent eyes, an inexplicable unease grew in him; that stab earlier was within his expectations, but Su Huan’s two questions exceeded his control.

"My knowledge and wisdom can help you avoid many unnecessary losses."

Hai Mutao emphasized.

"Then do you know what I hate most?"

Su Huan rotated the dagger in his hand, the triangular blade scraping against metal and bone emitted a creaking sound.

Hai Mutao’s face turned pale, his smile became strained, "...What?"

Su Huan withdrew the dagger and stabbed it into Hai Mutao’s heart in disbelief.

"I hate when someone laughs when I’m not happy."

Then he pulled it out and stabbed again.

"I hate when someone acts superior in front of me."

Pulling it out, he stabbed again.

"I hate when someone swears in front of me."

Stabbed again.

"I hate when someone always acts like they control me."

Stabbed.

"I hate when someone speaks to me without honorifics."

"I hate when you scurry around like mice beside me."

"I hate when a group of people repeatedly wastes my time."

"I hate when you make my trophies sticky..."

"I hate..."

In the narrow carriage jail, besides Su Huan’s apathetic complaints, only the sound of stabbing could be heard.

Su Huan spoke of thirteen hates, yet punched over twenty holes in Hai Mutao, the additional ones as a bonus.

Hai Mutao was completely silent.

Perhaps he didn’t even hear the train conductor’s subsequent words.

The secretary beside him was nose to mouth, mouth to heart, as if she hadn’t seen anything.

The train conductor’s murderous intent was like boiling water, even she didn’t want to stay here.

Something cold pressed against her chin, Shu Wei lifted her head along the pressure to meet those dark eyes.

"Clean this place, send the Genetic Primordial to Director Xu, let Tan Yunxi come find me."

After speaking, the valuable weapon was casually tossed to the ground by Su Huan, as he exited and headed back to Carriage 1.

The characteristic of this weapon is quite impressive, penetrating Tier One composite material armor as if playing, it probably wouldn’t be a problem penetrating Tier Two either, in battle with the same tier, having such a handy weapon should give a significant advantage.

Unfortunately, there might not be anyone in this world capable of keeping up with the train conductor’s pace in the future.

Su Huan, holding his bloody hand, returned to his carriage, threw himself onto the sofa, finding it odd, this sofa was much bigger than the one in the dining car, but sitting on it was uncomfortable.

Su Huan stared at his palm, the blood staining it gradually drying.

Just like his soon-to-be-lost patience.

Every day in Zhijin was filled with anxiety, only the others on the train need some time, to catch their breath.

Li Xinlong for his mother, Zhou Qing for establishing a school, even Liang Kuan has the purpose of finding his daughter.

Only he is different.

His life is on the road, in the farther north, only on the road can he find proof that he’s alive.

After the battle with Lian Jin, his control ability significantly improved again, he discovered he could seemingly control aura, like controlling breath, but currently it’s "manual," once he loses attention, the momentum would unnaturally drift away.

A knock sounded on the door.

But immersed in aura suppression, Su Huan didn’t respond.

Tan Yunxi cautiously peeked in, not seeing Su Huan behind the desk directly opposite, breathed a sigh of relief, her small face showing a hint of hesitation.

After hesitating for a moment, she extended a foot inside, meanwhile glancing towards the second floor.

Perhaps worried the sound of steps would be too loud, she simply lay on the ground, crawling in with hands and feet because of the "Beastification," using all limbs not only didn’t trouble her, but made her more agile, her ears perked up, alertness at full.

If she hadn’t focused her attention on the second floor, just turning slightly, she would see the train conductor has been watching her.

When she passed by the sofa, Su Huan gently exhaled.

With this breath, his terrifying pressure and unshed murderous intent emerged.

Then Tan Yunxi visibly bristled, her tail instantly fluffed up like a feather duster, her entire body froze in place, motionless for a long time.