CHAPTER 211: CHAPTER 105 THIS IS THE ’OLD PROFESSION

Woo~

The night is deep, and the snow is getting heavier.

Not to mention the sudden confidential incident with the Rat.

Finally coordinated through the dispatch office.

The train made a temporary stop at a small city in between.

Normally, this trip would pass through without stopping, but the snow would slow down the train.

"Have some people get off, go to the brother station here, get some frozen dumplings, cook them, and distribute them to the passengers on the train."

Zhang Feng instructs the attendants and others,

"With such cold weather, and the New Year approaching, have a meal of dumplings."

Usually, if there are passengers with sudden illnesses on the train, the train can also temporarily coordinate a stop, so whether or not to compensate passengers depends on the arrangements of the train captain and the stop.

Zhang Feng felt it didn’t matter because there was a ten thousand yuan reward for assisting the Bureau in capturing the Rat.

Additionally, the fewer people know about the Rat, the better.

Zhang Feng naturally signed a handwritten confidentiality agreement.

Because signing nets an extra five thousand yuan.

But regarding himself, there was no secrecy; his skills would definitely be spread.

With so many watching, it’s impossible for everyone to keep silent.

However, Zhang Feng thought it was good, perhaps he could attract some ’mice specialized in killing masters’ to come.

This is better than searching for them worldwide.

Of course, Zhang Feng also knew that in a few years, in a decade, when cameras are widespread and technology like motion analysis is used in practical operations, it would be hard for these Rats to hide.

At this moment.

Zhang Feng and three detectives got off the train.

They still had a large sack in their hands, with the dead Rat inside.

"Have some dumplings before leaving?" Zhang Feng looked at them.

"No, the train will be here soon."

"We still have to go back and hand it over."

The three admired Zhang Feng, this non-human, but were speechless about killing so decisively.

That was clearly excessive defense, deliberately killing the Rat.

...

Since completing this run, and in the subsequent few trips.

Zhang Feng found his passengers increased and kept crowding towards the dining car side whenever there was something trivial.

However, they were not non-humans; they heard the train captain was a ’legendary martial arts master’ and became curious, so they came to take a look.

On the tenth day again.

This morning.

In the cold of winter.

Passengers on the platform rubbed their hands while eagerly looking at the train ahead.

They were all waiting for the doors to open.

"Did you also hear about the train captain?"

"Yes, did you?"

"Right! I came here specifically!"

At this moment, many passengers were gathered in groups chatting idly.

Some came alone, while others brought family and friends.

Chatting along, they found their purposes were mostly the same.

They were all there to see the master train captain.

"My brother said there is a great master on this train! Just like in the movies, flying over roofs and walls!"

A boy gestured animatedly.

The cold weather reddened his face.

"Keep your voice down..." His brother thought he was embarrassing them by shouting, so he grasped his arm tightly.

"Ouch, ouch..." The boy stopped shouting.

Because his brother knew martial arts, even through a thick coat, he was pinching his teeth.

"Brother..." The boy pleaded.

His brother, seeing the boy had realized his mistake, lowered his voice and said:

"Since ancient times, martial artists scorn each other, if you shout like this loudly.

If someone misconstrues your words and adds fuel to the fire, provoking the master, we both won’t have a good time."

"That’s scholars scorning each other!" The boy corrected, "Brother, aren’t you being overly cautious?"

"Being cautious is not a mistake." His brother’s face was solemn, "What I’m saying may not make sense to you, but once you suffer a loss, you’ll understand."

"Huh?" The boy was even more puzzled, "If I only understand after suffering a loss, then what’s the use of you telling me now?"

"It’s useful, very useful." His brother smiled, "This way I show I’m your brother, strategizing for you."

"Uh..." The boy hesitated for a few seconds, then stopped talking about this issue and instead asked another question, "Brother, aren’t we taking this train just to see the master?"

"Exactly." His brother reiterated seriously, "This time the final destination is Peng City. I’m taking you to see the big scene.

Haven’t you always been curious about our martial arts circle?

Next year, there’s a small exchange in Peng City.

We’ll settle in Peng City first, then take you to see it."

"Great!" The boy was thrilled, then turned his curious gaze not far away.

"It can start." Some people with camera equipment, reporters and photographers, stood there.

In front of them, there was a passenger.

This passenger, upon hearing it started, excitedly said, "I read online posts saying the train captain was a martial arts master!

I’ve been a martial arts fan since childhood, and I came this time purely to see the master!"

The fact that Zhang Feng was a master had already fermented online.

Now, not only had previous passengers brought family and friends, but journalists and some out-of-towners specifically came to watch.

However, they couldn’t meet Zhang Feng.

Because in those few days.

Zhang Feng was very busy, with very little time spent on the train, most time was in provincial halls and bureaus.

The treatment was akin to super chemists engaged in bomb research and poison research, requiring multiple psychological tests and danger reports.

Belonging to the ’humanoid’ range category weapon.

And even more severe than them.

Because they still needed controlled substances, or required time to extract special substances to make some nerve-wracking big machines.

But Zhang Feng’s individual force was off the charts, needing no external aid.

Simply eating was enough to unleash his power, and this was the most fearful aspect.