System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 655 - 304: How Can We Save Face? (Requesting Monthly Votes)
"..."
Inside the Constant Star Train, Chen Mang sat in front of the control panel, silently observing his surroundings. Everything happening around him was quite novel and something he had never seen before, a scene that previously only appeared in fragments in his dreams.
There were quite a few people.
Trains and various vehicles drove by on the highway from time to time.
It looked as if it were "Cyber Cultivation".
Foundation Establishment cultivators flying with swords blended perfectly with the towering buildings of Neon City, not appearing too out of place.
...
The train stopped in the outskirts.
A large number of Train Captains and followers disembarked, lining up to enter the city.
The cultivation world is undoubtedly a brand-new experience, but it does carry certain threats. Many Train Captains were thoroughly prepared. For example... some had a large number of armed robots following them, while others had followers with cold expressions holding heavy weapons, and some had two mechas trailing behind them.
And Chen Mang.
At this time, he was also in the queue.
He was only wearing a hat, holding Xiaolv in his arms, with Zhang Yi, Zhang Er, Old Pig, and others following behind, looking seemingly harmless.
But he could essentially ensure absolute safety.
Very soon, they entered the city.
The Third Elder of the Poisonous Snake Sect, Zhang Qiudao, the designated head of the "Cultivation Civilization" trade market, was acting as the tour guide introducing them.
The scene after entering the city appeared particularly bizarre.
For instance, a nearby shop, the "Mechanical Treasure Shop," was filled with dazzling flying swords. However, these swords all had a strong sci-fi flavor, with many of them continuously flashing, extremely brilliant.
"That shop is run by another civilization."
Zhang Qiudao began introducing, "Flying swords manufactured with technology, the flight process is more spectacular with many special effects. They look very nice, but they can’t be put into the dantian for refinement, so their power doesn’t match the flying swords crafted by the Immortal Realm’s Artifact Refiner. Generally bought by wealthy young masters as playthings."
There are quite a few shops around.
Each selling items that are quite unique.
The streets were bustling with people.
As he walked along, Chen Mang’s eyes were somewhat dazzled. He spent several million units of iron ore to buy some interesting toys, intending to keep them on the Constant Star Train for future leisure.
By the way, he gave "Qi Kexiu" some inspiration. If many of these toys could be transformed into components, the Supermodel Effect born after upgrading would definitely be interesting.
Just then—
There was a sudden exclamation near his ear: "Let me go!"
"..."
Chen Mang turned to look, only to see a young girl in a long dress being held in mid-air by Zhang Yi and Zhang Er, her legs helplessly struggling in the air.
"Master Mang," Zhang Yi said in a muffled voice, "This woman rushed over from the side just now."
Before Chen Mang could speak.
A large group of middle-aged men dressed in black chased after them from behind, each with a strange mask on their faces, the leader holding a long sword and looking sinisterly at Chen Mang.
"Kid, I advise you not to meddle, give her back."
"Otherwise..."
"You’ll die an ugly death."
And at this moment, the woman being held up by Zhang Yi and Zhang Er pointed with difficulty toward Chen Mang and looked at the pursuing group behind her: "He’s the one I mentioned, my paramour. I’ve been connected with this gentleman for a long time, please go back and tell your master, I can’t possibly comply with his wishes!"
Then she pitifully and aggrievedly looked at Chen Mang, trying to hold back tears as she softly pleaded.
"Help me, won’t you?"
"..."
Chen Mang looked at the woman being held high by Zhang Yi and Zhang Er, then glanced at the group of black-clad pursuers, sighed lightly, and turned to continue walking forward: "Throw her out, where did this troublesome woman pop out from."
"Zhou Shen."
"This city doesn’t seem very safe either, do these people not act arrogantly, blocking people in the street."
As the words fell.
Zhang Yi and Zhang Er immediately let go of their hands, dropping the woman to the ground, and quickly followed up with Master Mang.
The party did not look back and soon disappeared on the street corner.
...
The woman sat on the ground, watching the back of Chen Mang and his party disappear, a hint of bewilderment flashing in her eyes. She took out a bronze mirror from her bosom, looked at her appearance, and wondered, did she grow old?
No longer attractive?
And the group of black-clothed pursuers behind her also stood there bewildered, at a loss for what to do.
The leader, a middle-aged man, walked to the woman’s side, scratching his head and asked, "Should we go find the next one?"
...
"Uh..."
Zhou Shen, who was following beside Chen Mang, hesitated for a moment before explaining, "That should have been a situational drama just now. Although I don’t usually come to ’Central State City’, I know the culture and tourism bureau has set up many such situational dramas within the city."
"Allowing people to personally experience the conflicts and disputes of the Immortal Realm."
"That scene just now should have been a ’hero rescues damsel’ scenario. If Master Mang had intervened, it would have triggered a follow-up plot."
"That’s not called hero rescuing a damsel."
Chen Mang, walking at the front with a cane, said calmly and softly, "Me actively rescuing is the true hero rescuing a damsel, but seeking me out proactively, that’s stirring up trouble with ulterior motives."
"For example—"
"Now is truly my moment to heroically rescue a damsel."
He stopped and looked toward the commotion in the side alley.
In the alley.
A few middle-aged men were blocking a young woman, the leader speaking kindly but with hidden barbs: "Hand over the rights; your father is dead. You can’t manage a company as big as ’Jimei Tourism Company’."
"When your father was alive, I served as a Train Captain for seventy-eight years, being his most trusted confidant. Before he died, he wanted me to take good care of you."
