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Chapter 509 - 475: Eight-Year-Old Girl

Chapter 509: Chapter 475: Eight-Year-Old Girl

The first one to pick this cotton ball was one of our A-San brother’s warriors.

Dubbed Bearded Bro.

Because he sported two very iconic large curved mustaches right under his nose, a classic A-San style.

He had acquired his train ticket in the same way as Jiang Xiao Yi, through underhand means—killing a young man and swiping the bald man’s ticket.

This was also the method many Chosen Ones employed.

After all, the way one got hold of a ticket stub was far too conspicuous.

A 500-gold ticket stub was simply beyond their means.

But that’s just the nature of Kaidan, the more impossible the task seems, the simpler the method to complete it turns out to be.

However, they were fundamentally different from Jiang Xiao.

That’s because after Jiang Xiao swiped the young man’s ticket, he could sit in his own seat, easy and fearless, without worrying about retribution.

But not the other Chosen Ones.

Wouldn’t staying put simply be waiting for death?

This was also why the other Chosen Ones all started moving early.

Not only because they needed to find the opportunity to clear the level, but more so to avoid the young man’s vengeance.

But when they stopped in a particular carriage and encountered the conductor checking for tickets a second time, and the tickets mysteriously disappeared from their pockets.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The smart Chosen Ones thought of it as one of the rules within Kaidan.

[Rule One: The train will check tickets every half hour, please make sure to keep an eye on your ticket at all times.]

Since there was a check every half hour, there had to be some logic to it.

The conductor was now checking tickets in the direction he had just left.

So it could be deduced.

The conductor was likely repeating his work of checking tickets.

From the first carriage to the last, then all the way back again.

And it was very likely that the carriage the Chosen Ones arrived in was the middle one of the train.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a fixed half-hour interval.

Of course, there were smart Chosen Ones, but there was never a shortage of dumb ones either.

Especially from that one country known for producing an abstract crowd...

Bearded Bro watched as the conductor approached him, sweat already rolling down.

"Shit! The ticket I hid in my crotch is gone!"

As soon as Bearded Bro uttered these words, those in A-San’s live-streaming room watching for fun burst into laughter.

[Good, good, good, perfectly fits the stereotype I have of A-San brother’s intelligence.]

[I’m dying of laughter, he’d rather suspect that he lost the ticket himself than believe it’s the power of the rule.]

[I mean, he hasn’t even the slightest suspicion, what if it was stolen?]

[His mind is so pure and straightforward, I’m literally crying.]

However, although somewhat foolish, at least Bearded Bro knew the vital importance of preserving his own life.

"F*cking hell! If the ticket’s gone, then I just need to get another one like the bald guy did..."

His eyes began to swiftly gauge the other passengers in the carriage.

"You, you kid, stand up!"

"Me?"

A teen who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Yes, I’m talking about you, stop gabbing, get up!"

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The teenager stood up, naively touching the back of his head, clearly not understanding why this bearded man wanted him to stand.

"Come here! Take a trip to the restroom with me!"

What the heck?

The youth’s pupils instantly dilated.

Although he was still young, every time he went out, his mother would repeatedly emphasize the importance of being cautious of fire, theft, and "dead gay."

"You fucking wanna mess with me?"

Mess with you?

Brother Beard thought about it carefully; he did want to rob his ticket, so that indeed meant he wanted to mess with him.

So he nodded decisively.

"That’s right! I’m gonna mess with you, come on out!"

Fuck!

The youth immediately threw off his coat, revealing eight pack abs and more than a dozen frightening and ghastly knife scars.

"I’ve been out in the world for so many years, and you’re actually the first one to come at me. Today, I won’t rip you apart unless you turn out to be tough-skinned!"

The youth was furious, and at the same time, he showed off his biceps as if to vent his anger.

Looking at the bulging, dancing muscles, Brother Beard swallowed his saliva.

Now he understood why the youth had been wearing such a loose-fitting trench coat...

"No, no, no! I’m not trying to mess with you, I... I admit my tone was a bit impolite just now, what I meant was, I mean... uh, right! I mistook you for someone else, I meant you!"

Brother Beard quickly shifted his target to the delicate-looking girl sitting behind the youth.

Her complexion was pale, giving off a sickly and feeble impression.

"Are you talking about me?"

The girl who had been looking down spoke up, and her frail voice reinforced Brother Beard’s belief that he had picked the right target.

Of course, he didn’t want to sleep with her. The ticket inspector was about to arrive at their carriage.

Time was short, and he had an important task, with no time for anything else.

"Yes, exactly, you! Come outside with me!"

Fortunately, people in the carriage seemed rather indifferent.

Whether it was the previous bald man and young man or now Brother Beard attempting to rob this young girl, it seemed they couldn’t draw the attention of these passengers.

Facing the aggressive Brother Beard, the delicate-looking girl who had been lowering her head smiled.

A faint smile revealed two cute dimples.

Huh?

Brother Beard looked at the girl suspiciously, feeling that something was off.

Her smile...

Why did it feel like he was the prey?

The girl stood up from her seat and politely stretched out her hand to Brother Beard.

"Hehe, bro, you’ve got a good eye. The handsome guy in front didn’t let you mess with him, but I’m willing to let you, or maybe you can let me mess around too."

Brother Beard: "?"

Adam’s apple?

This girl who had been keeping her head down actually had an Adam’s apple!

And it seemed that because Brother Beard "recognized" her, her voice also became rougher and more boisterous.

"Damnit! Wait a sec! Shit, spit it out!"

Brother Beard’s face turned pale as he stopped the girl, ah no, the cross-dresser, from getting closer.

The fuck, when I said mess, I didn’t mean this kind of messing around, man!

This definitely won’t do!

What if he couldn’t handle it, wouldn’t he end up like the Chosen One from the lighthouse, Madé, being humiliated in front of the entire Blue Planet, jeopardizing his rear end?!

"It’s you! You!"

In his urgency, Brother Beard no longer considered his options and shifted his target to a little Lolita holding a milk bottle.

She was dressed in pink Lolita clothes, with a white dribble bib around her neck, and two short ponytails tied at the back.

His guess was she was most likely not over eight years old.

Looking at the girl’s bewildered and innocent eyes, Brother Beard also felt a pang of guilt and turned away.

If he had a choice, how could he bring himself to lay a finger on such an innocent little girl?