After having a cigarette, Su Xuan returned to his own compartment and looked at Xue Mengxue asleep, a trace of happiness emerging on his face.
Just as Su Xuan was about to lie down and rest for a while, suddenly a man walked over, looked at Su Xuan, and spoke very arrogantly.
"Hey kid, give me some money to use!"
Su Xuan frowned, looking at this guy, thinking this was too arrogant; extorting money in broad daylight.
At this moment, Su Xuan noticed that the others had somewhat stifled expressions, it seemed that while he was outside smoking, this guy had gone around extorting everyone.
Su Xuan sighed helplessly, feeling quite discontented; honestly, Su Xuan thought people in Huaxia still lacked a bit of Martial Path spirit, perhaps influenced by idolizing those pretty boys, lacking the aura of toughness.
This compartment was full of grown men, yet each of them was so scared to cause trouble, preferring less over more work; this really made Su Xuan feel despise.
