Wang Fei seemed oblivious to the bizarre scene, tugged at his soaked shirt, and let out a long breath.
He tremblingly fished out a crumpled cigarette pack, clamping a cigarette into his mouth only after three attempts.
Turning his head to look at the train parked in front of the Gantry Crane, there seemed to be figures moving in the driver's cab, and the sunlight reflected blindingly off the windshield.
"So what do we do now?"
Ma Baozi asked bleakly, covering his nose.
Wang Fei took a deep drag of his cigarette, and the nicotine temporarily subdued his pounding heart.
He stared at the slowly opening hatch on the side of the train, from which a squad of fully armed elite soldiers emerged one by one.
He didn't recognize this group of people either.
Until today, he had never seen any member of the armed train.
He merely lived in the shadow cast by the train.
"Did your people mention the protection fee?"
