"Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll call the police! Ah!"
At this moment, Claire Li's pretty face was ghostly pale, her heart filled with fear and unease.
Go ahead and call them. No problem. By the time the cops show up, I guarantee I've already cured all your diseases."
The country boy let out a sly chuckle, his eyes glued to Claire Li's shapely figure hidden under the quilt, full of greedy desire.
Just as he was about to yank off the quilt, he suddenly heard someone forcefully open the door to the soft-sleeper compartment behind him.
The country boy frowned, his expression darkening, instantly annoyed.
Over there, hope flickered in Claire Li's eyes. She thought the commotion had attracted the train police, but when she looked toward the door and saw a boy dragging a suitcase—who looked even less sturdy than Victor Wen and his friends—she could only sigh in disappointment.
"Hey, didn't your mom teach you to knock before coming in?" The country boy straightened up, turned around, and glared coldly at the newcomer.
He was carrying a backpack and pulling a suitcase, his face much fairer than the country boy's—at least at first glance, he looked much more pleasant.
But what really made the country boy uncomfortable was the newcomer's eyes—so calm, so indifferent, like he didn't care about anything at all.
"This is berth eighty."
Evan Lin glanced at the ticket in his hand, then up at the number plate on the soft-sleeper compartment, confirming he had the lower bunk. Seeing a bag already placed on the bed, Evan frowned and looked at the country boy. "Is this yours?"
"Damn, can't you understand what I'm saying? Are you deaf or something? I asked you—didn't your mom ever teach you to knock before you come in?"
The country boy cursed under his breath. His ticket was for the upper bunk, but he'd put all his stuff on the lower one to get closer to Claire Li.
Plus, no one had come here just now, so the spot was conveniently empty.
Now, seeing Evan Lin completely ignore his questions, the country boy felt even more annoyed.
"Move your stuff."
Evan Lin looked at the country boy with cold indifference, his voice flat.
"You want me to move? Once I sit here, this spot is mine! I'll give you three seconds to get out of here, or don't blame me for getting rough!"
The country boy's face darkened, his eyes narrowing.
He didn't take Evan Lin seriously at all. The country boy had just come down from the mountain, boasting extraordinary medical skills, and more importantly, he was a pseudo-Vajra-level cultivator with impressive fighting ability.
At his age, reaching the Vajra Realm—even as a pseudo-Vajra—made him a top expert, enough to look down on most others.
The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.
Over there, Claire Li looked anxiously at Evan Lin, shouting, "Go get the train police! Hurry! You're no match for him!"
Claire Li shouted like she'd grabbed onto a lifeline.
In her eyes, Evan Lin might be a bit sturdier than the country boy, but that boy had just beaten up Victor Wen and his friends without breaking a sweat.
Naturally, Claire Li didn't believe Evan could take him on.
But to Claire's surprise, Evan just glanced at her, then kept his eyes on the country boy and frowned. "I'll give you three seconds. Move your stuff and get out."
Hearing Evan Lin's words, Claire was furious. Did this guy not understand plain Chinese?
Right outside the door, Victor Wen and his two burly friends were still lying on the floor. Anyone with half a brain could tell this country boy was no ordinary thug.
"Three seconds? Aren't you bold!"
When the country boy reached out toward Evan Lin, Claire Li completely lost hope, her eyes dimming as she looked for a chance to slip away.
"All my life, my master has called me a one-in-ten-thousand genius. No one's ever dared talk to me like this. Kid, I'm gonna slap you so hard you'll learn your lesson!" The country boy sneered.
Smack!
He'd barely reached out and finished speaking—hadn't even seen how Evan moved—when he felt a slap land on his face.
"You—!" The country boy froze, the burning pain on his cheek jolting his nerves.
Evan Lin had boarded the train planning to get some rest. Now, seeing the country boy's endless chatter, he was thoroughly annoyed.
Before the country boy could say another word, Evan casually slapped him again, this time with the back of his hand.
After two slaps, the country boy's face was flaming red, his expression full of disbelief.
He stared blankly at Evan Lin. With his pseudo-Vajra cultivation, he couldn't even see how this kid had struck him!
"My master is from the Miracle Hand—"
The country boy exploded with rage, but before he could finish, Evan Lin stepped forward with a totally indifferent look, kneed him sharply in the stomach, grabbed his collar, and casually shoved him out the door. Then, turning slightly, Evan gave him a kick from behind, sending him flying into the hallway.
At the same time, Evan tossed the country boy's luggage out after him, then slid the compartment door shut.
Every move was smooth and effortless.
Claire Li stared wide-eyed at everything before her. Her mind couldn't keep up—this so-called mountain genius with his unbeatable medical skills had just been thrown out like trash?
But...
That country boy had just beaten up Victor Wen and his friends, which meant his strength shouldn't have been weak at all.
Claire Li stared blankly in Evan Lin's direction.
Now, only she and Evan Lin were left in the compartment.
Evan set his suitcase aside, tossed his backpack onto the bed, then leaned back and pulled out a magazine from his bag, flipping through it casually.
He'd actually just picked up this magazine from Big Tank's car. With nothing else to do, and with the train from Brightsea City to Capitalview City taking at least a whole day and night—thanks to the roundabout route—he figured he might as well kill some time.
Evan didn't care at all—there was nothing urgent anyway.
"Damn it! If this place wasn't so cramped, I would've killed that punk!" The country boy, tossed out like garbage, got up with a cold glare, kicking Victor Wen and his friends on the ground and making them cry out in pain.
"Just hope you never run into me again! I'm a genius of the Miracle Hand Sect!"