Zhang Qiang's eyes were vacant, his gaze subconsciously sliding downward.
He found himself grasping a strong and slender hand, the skin fair, but the muscles and bones were distinct.
The memories from before he fainted gradually returned.
Joining the Tongzhou Association.
Entering the core.
Following Liu Ming to meet the mysterious person and carrying out tasks.
Although he didn't know what happened afterward, he clearly knew that these events had a common trait: betraying the train, betraying the train conductor.
If he were to rank the people he least wanted to see now, the legendary brutal and vicious train conductor would be at the top.
He had often fantasized about scenarios where he would meet the train conductor.
Perhaps kneeling on the train deck when the incident happened, being executed under the conductor's cold gaze.
Or being caught after the incident and kneeling on the deck, being executed under the conductor's furious gaze.
