Train K127, a green long-distance train that should have been eliminated long ago, was squirming along the rusty rails in the direction of Jiangnan City with a dull wheezing sound.
The carriage was filled with the murky smell of instant noodles, sweat and low-quality tobacco. In this day and age, most people who are still willing to take such slow trains do it to save the dozens of dollars in fare difference.
Ye Feng was sitting on the hard seat by the window, wearing a slightly yellowed white shirt. The collar was washed a little off-line, and the cuffs were rolled up casually, revealing strong but not exaggerated forearms. His hair was slightly messy, and most of his body was hidden in the shadows leaking from the car window. He looked like an exhausted young man who had just failed to work in the city.
No one knew that he had just walked out of the "Dead Sea" prison where even his name was encrypted on the international wanted list. Five whole years.
