But this time it's different. The train is scarcely guarded, and once attacked, these soldiers have no ability to resist. He doesn't know what cargo is being transported, but he's very displeased with such defense measures.
"Do you want me to communicate?"
The man in the seat asked. Rod looked over; it was a young foreigner, to be precise, a Jiuxia person, clad in armor and carrying weaponry.
Rod was somewhat disappointed that he spoke standard Western language. No one is sure how much preparation these Jiuxia people did when they left Jiuxia.
"No need, they'll handle it."
Rod responded.
The man said no more, gazing out the window, keeping silent, which made Rod uncomfortable.
These self-proclaimed Anonymous folks seem to be like this: expressionless and silent. If you couldn't hear their breathing, you'd suspect they were cold machines beneath their skin.
