C59 Be Careful of Your Waist

The ancient Green-Skinned Train, with its thick smoke and the shrill whistle of a flute, was moving slowly toward the front of the tracks. The curtains were drawn tight, and a dozen men in white gloves stood on the platform, watching the train leave.

At this moment, Wai Heng and his group came out of the door.

The people who were watching the train had been distracted