Chapter 122: Don't Think Too Much
An unknown amount of time passed before the train came to a stop. It was past midnight when a few people got on.
At first, Zhou Fan didn't pay them any mind. His hand had already shifted position, and he was quietly taking advantage of the situation.
However, as the group passed by and sat down not far from him, Zhou Fan's brow furrowed slightly.
Something was off about their auras. An ordinary person's footsteps, no matter how light, would still be heavier. Plus, it was rare for someone's breathing to be so steady right after boarding a train.
But since they didn't look in his direction after sitting down, Zhou Fan pretended not to notice and went back to his preoccupied hands.
"That's enough. Don't go too far," Chu Qianqian's voice suddenly broke the silence, though she didn't dare to look up.
"Oh? You're not asleep? I thought you were," Zhou Fan feigned surprise, but his hand didn't stop in the slightest. In fact, it grew bolder, slipping quietly beneath her clothes.
"How am I supposed to sleep with you like this?" Chu Qianqian gritted her teeth, grabbing his mischievous hand and pinching it hard.
"Stop messing around. Get some more sleep. We'll be there by morning, and we have important things to do," Zhou Fan said, unfazed, as if it wasn't his hand being pinched at all.
"We... we really shouldn't be doing this..." Chu Qianqian stared blankly for a long moment before suddenly sitting up. Her voice was barely a whisper as she turned to look out the window.
Seeing her crimson ears and the faint, blurry reflection of her face in the window, Zhou Fan felt a strange sense of irritation. He stood up and walked to the vestibule between the train cars. As it happened, one of the men who had just boarded was there, having a smoke.
"You have something to say to me?" Zhou Fan lit a cigarette, looking at the man who seemed to be hesitating to speak.
The man glanced around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he spoke quickly in a hushed voice. "Young Master Chen sent me to tell you that the Witch Race's Grand Elder has men who have secretly infiltrated Nanjiang City and Jiang Province. They've also set an ambush in Black Water City, just waiting for you to walk right into a trap."
"You're not with them?" Zhou Fan glanced from side to side, noticing several other formidable masters in the next car, and confusion flickered in his mind.
"No, we just happened to board at the same time. I've delivered my message. Young Master Chen wants to know what your plans are." The man shook his head, his expression seemingly genuine.
"Tell him to just worry about protecting himself." A faint smile touched Zhou Fan's lips. The moment the words left his mouth, he stepped forward, raised his arm, and slammed his elbow into the man's chest.
Between the surprise attack and Zhou Fan's immense strength, the man had no time to react before being knocked unconscious.
Instantly, the men in both cars stood up and advanced on Zhou Fan.
There were fifteen of them in total.
Zhou Fan, however, wasn't the least bit flustered. He just smiled at them and calmly continued to smoke his cigarette.
The moment they reached the vestibule, the doors to the restrooms on either side burst open. Two figures shot out, their movements swift and decisive, with no wasted motion.
A dozen seconds later, all fifteen men were lying on the floor. The takedown was so quiet that none of the sleeping passengers noticed a thing.
The two figures didn't hesitate. After knocking out the men, they dragged them two at a time back to their original seats. Then they took up positions in the aisles of each car, one to the left and one to the right.
Zhou Fan and his two allies exchanged no words, not even a glance. He stubbed out his cigarette and returned to Chu Qianqian's side as if nothing had happened.
When the man spoke, Zhou Fan had already realized he wasn't from Chen Feng. 'Chen Feng wouldn't just send someone to tell me this,' he reasoned. 'The fact this man knew these details can only mean one thing: Chen Feng is in a very difficult position himself.'
However, Zhou Fan didn't have time to worry about Chen Feng right now. He trusted that Chen Feng could handle himself.
He closed his eyes to think for a moment. Sensing a gaze on him, he opened them to find Chu Qianqian staring at him.
"Get some more sleep. Don't overthink things," Zhou Fan said softly, putting an arm around her shoulder to comfort her.
Chu Qianqian didn't say a word. She simply reached out her small hand and squeezed Zhou Fan's. A flicker of determination shone in her beautiful eyes. 'I have to repay the Chu Family for raising me!'
'Once I've left the Chu Family, I'll no longer be Chu Yan's aunt. Then, no one will be able to say a thing!'
As the train neared the station, the men who had been knocked out began to come to. They saw the two men who had taken them down sitting calmly in the aisles, but they didn't dare make a move.
They knew perfectly well that their opponents hadn't killed them only because it was inconvenient on a train and they didn't want to cause a scene.
'It seems we'll have to wait until we get off the train and regroup with the others before we can figure out what to do!'
'But how does Zhou Fan have two more experts like that with him?'