Armed Train in the Apocalypse

Although he had no idea how he’d offended Su Huan, Hua Junyan could clearly feel the chill in the conductor’s tone.

He paused slightly, set down his wine glass, and said with polished manners, ”I was hoping to ask you, Conductor, for a small favor.”

There’s a simple trick if you want to quickly establish a relationship with someone.

First ask them for a small favor, then send back a slightly more generous gift; next, ask for a big favor, and then return a big gift.

Back and forth like that, the relationship slowly takes shape.

For merchants like the Hua family, who value connections more than money, they have many ways to work people without leaving a trace, but Su Huan’s bluntness forced Hua Junyan to abandon all those twists and turns and just lay things out honestly.

To keep things from getting worse.

Su Huan leaned back against the chair, tilting slightly; the two front legs of the solid wood seat lifted off the floor, the whole thing balancing on the rear legs alone, emitting a creepy groan under the terrifying weight of the conductor.

Faced with Hua Junyan’s request, Su Huan gave no clear answer.

”It’s about the Dragon Gate Colosseum?”

Hua Junyan showed a cultured smile. ”As expected of the conductor, you guessed it in one go.”

Su Huan ground his teeth, impatient.

Ever since he entered Dragon Gate, people had been bringing up that colosseum overtly and covertly. Forget him—if Chen Ziliang were here, even that bastard would know what they were up to.

Hua Junyan quickly said, ”We were already planning to invite you to experience Dragon Gate’s specialty after the banquet. Mayor Ruble has poured a lot of effort into the colosseum.”

Ruble, watching the fun from not far away, had his fat face freeze, cursing the old fox in his heart.

For good things they never think of him; when it’s time to roast someone over the fire, suddenly he’s remembered.

These three hundred pounds were sooner or later going to be squeezed dry by this bunch of bastards.

He hurried over, wearing a fawning smile. ”It’s been over a year since the apocalypse, and I’ve stumbled my way through this mayor’s seat without achieving anything. I’m so worried I can’t eat or sleep. If you could give me some guidance, Conductor, I’d be endlessly grateful...”

He rambled on, but didn’t say a single concrete word about what he wanted Su Huan to do.

Just conveyed one message: ”I’m just a puppet, none of this is on me. Whatever you want to do, just do it—I’ll cooperate all the way.”

Shoving all responsibility away, being cowardly as hell, and making it crystal clear.

Seeing this, Hua Junyan added, ”How about you move to the colosseum first, Conductor, and we can talk about the rest while we watch?”

Su Huan raised his head.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. ”No need to go to all that trouble.”

As his words fell, a vibration suddenly came from underfoot.

The people present were only mildly puzzled, casting their gazes toward their respective leadership.

The Energy-type Evolvers mingled in the crowd, however, suddenly changed expression—

Pure Pan Energy surged in from all directions, flooding through the walls in a torrent, pouring into the hall like waves. The previously spacious hall instantly became ”cramped” in their senses; every inch of air was packed with high-density Pan Energy, causing those with lower evolution levels to breathe rapidly, faces turning pale.

Before they could even figure out where this Energy was coming from, they saw the conductor already standing up.

With a casual wave of his hand, the roof of the building, forged from Tier One Materials, was torn away like paper.

In his hand, the entire room was like a paper-mâché box made from newspaper.

The crowd could no longer sit still; Evolvers tore off their clean suits and evening gowns, rushing for the outside of the hall.

The walls were sturdy, but to Evolvers they were nothing more than slightly thicker decoration.

Yet when they saw two Tier Two Evolvers stumbling back in a mess, everyone instantly froze in place.

But since the leaders of the six factions were still there, the crowd only grew slightly restless, without breaking into full-blown chaos.

In the violent vibration, everyone was pinched up by an invisible Power. Tables of food and the very walls of the hall began to slowly rise into midair. The cool breeze at their feet and the faint firelight in the distance couldn’t help but make their hearts clench.

The mine owner’s face grew dark; having their Lives controlled in someone else’s hands was exactly the kind of situation they dreaded most.

If not for Hua Junyan and the board member from Changbai Pharmaceutical still being present, he would have already gone berserk.

The Iron Pine Forest Camp leader, seeing his old rival’s ugly expression, didn’t feel much joy himself.

He knew the conductor was strong—otherwise top forces like the Business Alliance and Changbai Pharmaceutical wouldn’t bow their heads—but he hadn’t expected him to be this monstrously strong. With a single wave, hundreds of people plus the building all fucking took off.

What made it worse was that none of them knew how he was doing it—was it a skill, a profession, or something else entirely...

It was like cavemen seeing modern humans; their understanding was separated by several whole tiers.

The two men exchanged a look, mouths full of bitterness.

The crowd was swept along by the Energy Torrent, flying toward the sky above the colosseum.

As soon as the vibration began, the guards outside the door noticed something wrong. By the time they rushed in, the walls of the entire hall, along with the people inside, were already up in the sky.

More guards poured in from all directions, but could only stand there dumbfounded, staring at the air.

High-Tier Evolvers who’d received orders came to calm these panicked Guard Army soldiers, preventing disorder, then headed toward the colosseum.

Up in midair, the crowd gradually recovered from their initial panic and soon accepted the fact that they were flying.

And even felt somewhat excited.

After all, flight is a desire etched into the bones of humankind, enough to suppress some minor discomfort.

The ongoing matches inside the colosseum were also put on hold.

Both the gladiators in the ring and the spectators in the stands were now staring blankly upward at the conference hall that had been horizontally relocated into the sky, as if someone had unfurled a banquet scroll in midair, with every detail vivid and lifelike.