Chapter 377
"Don't worry—there are police on the train. They'll handle it," Liu Xuezhen said, shooting a glance at the bodyguard in the next row. The man stood immediately, hand moving to his holster as he crept toward the commotion.
Liu Xuezhen was mildly uneasy, though she also found the whole situation novel. She had spent a long time begging her father for permission to make this trip, and had even secretly brought four extra bodyguards—all martial monks from the Great Golden Cloud Temple, currently in disguise with wigs, posing as ordinary traveling companions.
With Tieniu still absent, Wu Anning felt a low thrum of tension, though it stopped short of panic. She had seen guns before. She kept her body primed and still, ready to move at the first sign of trouble.
Lin Hui sat upright. He extended his mind-spirit, brows tightening slightly as he read the disturbance in the carriage ahead.
"The railway police may have fired," he said quietly, drawing a slow breath.
Liu Xuezhen blinked, caught off guard. She rose, hesitated for a moment, then walked toward the sound anyway.
She didn't have to go far. In the next carriage, a small corpse lay in the middle of the aisle.
The child had been shot between the eyes. Blood spread across the floor. He looked no older than seven or eight, his body slight and frail as a bundle of dry sticks.
The shooter—dressed in the black uniform of the railway police—still held his gun, a thread of green smoke rising from the barrel. He was bowing and scraping before a blond foreign man seated nearby, offering what appeared to be an explanation.