"Set off?"
Ke Mingye asked the two people beside him, turning his face.
"Let's go."
Saying that, Fan Quan carried a suitcase and stepped into carriage No. 7.
"Why do I feel like this trip will be perilous?"
Ke Mingye followed behind him, starting to sound pessimistic.
"It's not as difficult as you think. Within half a day, I will identify the leader of Revolutionary Late Bell in the asylum and make an equal trade with him, then we'll figure out a way to escape."
Fan Quan stated simply.
Ke Mingye shrugged: "Okay, I'll trust you this time."
"You've trusted him several times already." Ju Zipi smiled, "One more time doesn't make much difference. Besides, you're just setting a doll in the operation, the real danger is for me and the cultured man."
"That's true."
During the conversation, the two stepped on the rusty pedals and entered the train's carriage No. 7.
