The Star Train's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 91 Trying to steal the Starry Sky Train? This is truly the first time I've seen this.
"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly. Remember, you can know a person's face but not their heart," Meng Huaifeng hurriedly said, pulling up the team's voice chat.

“Huaifeng is right, there’s something off about the way Seng is looking at us,” Walter said in a deep voice.

"Really? I didn't see it." March 7th stared intently into Seng's eyes, trying to discern something.

"It would be strange if you could tell. I could fool someone like you, Little March, ten times a day," Xing said with a hint of pride.

"Impossible! You can't fool the clever and quick-witted girl like me!" March 7th denied.

“Then let me tell you, there are four holes in your vest, did you know that?” Xing asked.

"I just changed and washed my vest yesterday, where would there be a hole? Don't try to use such a low-level trick, do you think I'm a three-year-old?" March Seven glanced at Xing with disdain. Did she think she wouldn't know if there was a hole in her clothes?
“March, have you forgotten that Huaifeng’s telepathic communication requires telling the truth? I’m not lying to you,” Xing said.

"Huh? Oh right, there really is a hole in my vest. Did I miss it? But, Xing, how did you know? Did you secretly cut it for me?" March 7th was taken aback, then glared at Xing, as if she was about to elbow Xing hard at the slightest provocation.

If we weren't outside right now, March 7th would have lifted up his shirt to carefully check where the hole in his vest was.

Xing innocently shrugged and couldn't help but laugh, "No."

If you can say it, then it's the truth. March 7th fell into deep thought. So who cut four holes in my vest?

“March, sometimes her IQ really is a bit worrying,” Walter couldn’t help but sigh.

"Uncle Yang, why are you also..." March 7th stamped her foot, looking at Walter with a wronged expression.

"Ahem, um, sorry March, I didn't mean to say that. Huaifeng, turn off telepathy right now!" Walter awkwardly avoided March 7's gaze.

“Uncle Yang, you may not want to say it, but that's what you really think.” Meng Huaifeng thought this, and then everyone understood.

Under Walter's unfriendly gaze, Meng Huaifeng hurriedly turned off the team voice chat.

In response to Seng's invitation, Himeko said, "I don't know much about the Lighthouse you mentioned, and you said it's too early to join. However, I would like to visit the Lighthouse and see for myself. Is that alright?"

Seng's lips curled slightly: "Miss Himeko, I think you've misunderstood something. I'm informing you, not discussing it with you. Making a living on the ground isn't easy, and it's an honor for you that the Lighthouse has allowed you to join."

Himeko's face turned cold. As expected, most of the survivor bases in the apocalypse were not good people. They were used to being domineering and had no say in what they said. How could they be easy to deal with?
Himeko has repeatedly demonstrated her subservience to the apocalypse while ruthlessly attacking her own kind.

"You think you've got us cornered? I hope you'll reconsider. There's no need for pointless conflict," Himeko said in an unfriendly tone.

Seng looked at the unarmed, unprotected train crew, which showed no signs of weathering.

Then look at your own side, fully armed, battle-hardened, and equipped with their own gravity bodies.

The advantage is in my hands; he simply can't imagine how he could lose.

Sengge couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, I advise you to join the Lighthouse obediently, so as to avoid causing unnecessary damage. Don't worry, the Lighthouse is absolutely safe, much safer than on the ground. You might even thank me later."

Seng waved his hand: "Aska, take a few people onto the train and bring back any useful resources to the lighthouse. By the way, be careful, this train is also of some value."

"Yes, Captain," a city guard replied, leading three men around the train crew to board the train.

March 7th's eyes widened: "No, what he said just now sounded so righteous, how could he be such a bad person?"

"Perhaps it's not that it's bad, but that's just how the apocalypse is? It's rare for good people to live long in the apocalypse, right? Enough with the nonsense, let's get started." Meng Huaifeng reached into his special ticket space and took out a long spear, sweeping it towards the city defense soldiers beside him.

Xing, March 7th, and Zhu Zhuqing each attacked a member of the city defense force.

The city garrison soldiers were just ordinary people; whether they were strong or battle-hardened made no difference to the train crew.

"You're the first I've ever seen dare to rob the Starry Sky Train." Xing pulled out a baseball bat and lightly tapped the city guard on the head, knocking him unconscious.

Fearing that people would freeze to death on March 7th, the city garrison's weapons were frozen solid and rendered unusable.

Zhu Zhuqing flashed her sharp claws, slicing open the city defense soldier's bulletproof vest, leaving three bloody marks on his body, and sending him flying.

The train was going too fast; these ordinary people didn't have time to react before they were either knocked away or knocked unconscious.

"Crash!"

The remaining city defense troops nervously aimed their weapons at the train crew. Seng gripped the weapon on his gravity body, his face also looking rather grim.

How did the weapons appear? How can mortal beings be so fast? And what about ice, cat paws, and a cat tail...?

Are these people the legendary superhumans?
No wonder they were able to survive on the ground.

He suddenly remembered a figure he had seen when he was a child, a person who seemed to possess special powers.

However, he was still young then and didn't know much. If he hadn't seen these people's special abilities, he probably would have almost forgotten about that person. "Are you still going to make a move? We're not to be trifled with either." Meng Huaifeng brandished his gun.

"Hey, don't be a coward, you tin can," Xing challenged.

Now it seems that these people dared to appear directly in front of them, who were fully armed, not because they were stupid, but because they were fearless.

However, no matter how powerful the superpowers are, they can't stop modern high-tech weapons, otherwise the lighthouse would have been taken away by that woman long ago.

Unaware of the full story, Seng remained confident that if a fight broke out, these people would be no match for them, given the cost.

However, it's not worth it to actually fight.

Whether there will be any gains is unknown, and if more people are injured or killed, he will be punished.

Seeing that the attacked people were not in any danger, or even seriously injured, Sengge put his weapons away again and forced a smile on his face.

"Sorry, it was a misunderstanding. For ordinary people, the lighthouse is indeed the safest choice." Seng's implication was that he hadn't expected you guys to be anything but ordinary.

If a survivor from this world were to encounter a lighthouse, they would probably be begging to join it, without the lighthouse even having to ask.

The train crew couldn't be too harsh on the natives in the apocalypse; they had already suffered enough.

“It’s alright, let’s continue our previous topic. We really have no intention of joining the Lighthouse, but we would like to take a look at the Lighthouse. We hope you can allow us to do so,” Himeko said.

Entering a post-apocalyptic survivor base to observe the survivors' living conditions is undoubtedly part of the exploration and understanding process.

"What do you want to do by entering the lighthouse?" Seng asked.

"We just wanted to learn about the Lighthouse's system and living environment. Please rest assured, we have no ill intentions," Himeko said truthfully.

However, whether others believe it or not is another matter.

Sengge was silent for a moment, then said seriously, "I need to consult the city lord."

This is no longer just a matter of housing survivors; he must ask for permission again.

Himeko gestured for him to proceed.

Seng walked a little further away and closed his mask.

"Calling the command center, this is Seng, the commander of the city defense forces."

"So, did you successfully collect the survivors?"

"Something unexpected has happened. These survivors are not ordinary people. Please help me contact the city lord."

"Received, connecting with the City Lord, please wait..."

Soon, a steady voice came from the command center.

"This is Morgan, Captain Seng. What happened on your end?"

"Lord City Lord, the people on the train that suddenly appeared are likely all superhumans, and quite powerful ones at that. They seem confident they can confront our gravity entities head-on. Furthermore, they've asked to enter the Lighthouse to take a look."

"The purpose is unclear," Seng added after a moment's thought.

Morgan froze upon hearing Seng's words.

Speaking of superhumans, Morgan can't help but think of that woman from over twenty years ago, who, with her own power, killed the Devouring Beasts as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, something even Gravity Body couldn't do.

Could these people be related to her?
Could it be that she sent them to take revenge on the Lighthouse?
However, superpowers... if one could obtain a method for cultivating them...

Morgan's expression was unpredictable; the potential gains and risks were both immense.

"Lord of the City, shall we grant their request?"

Seng asked again.

Inside the lighthouse, Morgan clenched his fist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

　I wrote 7,000 words today. I seem to have forgotten to ask for votes this month... Please give me monthly votes, please, please.

　　I spent a long time researching and catching up on anime episodes, and I almost couldn't finish writing this.
　　
　
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