Douluo Dragon King: Here we come! Golden Dragon King!

Tang Wulin leaned against the window, the red eye mark on his palm had disappeared.

He secretly rubbed his palms together, but no marks were left. He breathed a sigh of relief, put his hand in his pocket, and thought it best not to let the teacher find out.

He hadn't figured out how to explain the matter of the Golden Dragon King and the contract to Wu Changkong yet.

The main problem is that even if I explained it, probably no one would believe me.

He secretly glanced at Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong remained in a closed-eye-resting posture, which reassured Tang Wulin slightly.

At that moment, a person stood up at the other end of the carriage.

He was a young man who had wrapped himself up tightly.

A black robe covered him from head to toe, with only a narrow gap left in the fabric covering his face.

In other places, this outfit would probably seem out of place, but on this late-night train traveling through the border region, there were all kinds of passengers, so no one paid any special attention to him.

He carried a suitcase and walked slowly down the aisle.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, neither furtive nor ostentatious.

When he reached the connection between the two carriages, he stopped next to another young man who was also wrapped in a black robe.

The two of them lowered their voices simultaneously.

"Confirmed."

The first youth said, "The people who came here to carry out the eradication operation are dead."

"And the way he died was gruesome."

"The federal government may have already taken notice of us."

The young man lowered his voice even further.

"Our comrades in this area will likely face a large-scale purge."

"What does that mean from above?"

"Distract yourself."

The person on the other end didn't ask any further questions after hearing this, and simply nodded slightly.

The first young man to speak laid his suitcase flat on the ground and unzipped it.

Inside the box were several long, narrow items tightly wrapped in black plastic bags, their outlines obscured by the dim lights of the carriage.

He took out one of the packets and handed it to the person opposite him.

The person opposite him took the item, flicked his wrist, and slid it into his wide sleeve with fluid movements. Then he stood up and walked towards the back of the train.

The young man zipped up his suitcase again, stood up, and continued walking forward.

The carriage was quiet; most passengers were dozing, with a few occasionally leaning back in their seats, emitting soft snores.

No one noticed the two people wrapped in white cloth, nor did anyone notice what was inside the suitcase.

The train passed a curve, the carriages swayed slightly, and the overhead lights flickered on and off.

The second person slowed down when they reached a carriage at the back of the train.

There were seven or eight people scattered around the carriage, three of whom were wearing the same black robe as him.

The three were seated separately, several rows apart, and appeared to be strangers to each other.

He walked up to the first person and stood there for a moment.

He bent down and slid the black package from his sleeve into the other person's hand. The other person took it, bent down, and stuffed it into the luggage bag under his seat.

After completing the action, he straightened up and continued walking towards the second person.

The second person sat by the window, facing out the window, seemingly admiring the night view.

He walked over, and a black package was handed out from his sleeve. The other person reached out a hand to take it, and their eyes never met throughout the entire process.

The third person was sitting on the other side of the aisle, leaning back in his chair and dozing off.

He deliberately slowed his pace as he approached the other person, who opened his eyes and the two locked eyes for a moment.

The black package slid from one sleeve into the other.

Then he turned and disappeared into the darkness of the connecting area between the carriages.

In another carriage, the young man who spoke first had also finished his work.

He closed his mostly empty suitcase, propped it up against his legs, and sat down on the folding chair at the junction.

His gaze swept through the glass window in the door, across the unsuspecting passengers in the carriage.

No one glanced in his direction.

He looked away. Everything was calm.

Tang Wulin yawned.

After talking with the Golden Dragon King for so long, his drowsiness was completely dispelled.

But outside the window was still a dark, desolate wilderness, and my eyes got tired after looking at it for a while.

He leaned back in his chair, bored, just about to try to sleep a little longer, when a person wrapped in a black robe walked over from the other end of the aisle.

The person wasn't walking very fast, but the suitcase they were carrying was quite large. As they passed Tang Wulin's seat, the corner of the suitcase accidentally bumped into Tang Wulin's arm, which was resting on the armrest.

"Ah." Tang Wulin withdrew his hand slightly.

The man immediately stopped and bowed repeatedly in apology.

"Feel sorry."

The black robe completely covered his face, with only his eyes peeking out from the gaps in the fabric. His gaze quickly swept over Tang Wulin's face before swiftly looking down.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Tang Wulin waved his hand.

"It's alright, you can go now."

The man bowed again, then quickly walked away with his suitcase.

Tang Wulin rubbed the spot where he had been bumped, not paying much attention to it.

It's normal to encounter some bumps and stumbles when you're out and about.

Tang Ziran once said that trains are public places, and one should be kind and courteous to others.

Just as he was about to retreat back into the chair, a familiar tickling sensation suddenly came from his palm.

He looked down and saw that blood-red eye reappear.

Tang Wulin quickly put his hands into his pockets, but before he could lower his voice to say, "Why are you out again?", the Golden Dragon King's voice rang out first.

"That person from just now."

"He had a very strange smell about him."

Tang Wulin was taken aback: "Taste? What taste?"

"The smell of dead people."

The Golden Dragon King finished speaking casually, then snorted disdainfully.

"Never mind, it's just an ant. I'm getting a bit bored. Where were we?"

Tang Wulin pulled his hand out of his pocket and looked at his palm. The Golden Dragon King was about to continue speaking when he suddenly stopped.

The red lines on the palm suddenly began to twist violently, spreading outward from the center of the palm.

The lines stretched along Tang Wulin's wrist and forearm, converging again at the corner of his eye.

Tang Wulin felt a slight warmth at the corner of his right eye. The vertical pupil moved from his palm to the corner of his eye, looking out the window with him through his skin and his gaze.

Outside the window, the vast wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see. The train had just left the edge of Aolai City, and the distant mountains were nothing more than blurry silhouettes in the night.

But at the end of this silhouette lies an even deeper darkness—the forest on the outskirts of Aolai City.

"How come..." Tang Wulin was about to speak.

The Golden Dragon King interrupted him.

"This soul power..."

Its voice suddenly rose in pitch; Tang Wulin had never heard such excitement in the Golden Dragon King's tone before.

"Silver Dragon King!"

Tang Wulin's pupils suddenly contracted. He turned his head to look at the dark forest outside the window, but could see nothing.

The Golden Dragon King burst into laughter.

The laughter echoed in Tang Wulin's mind, unrestrained and arrogant.

Its tone was undisguisedly sarcastic.

"This era."

"The Silver Dragon King is actually surviving like a drowning dog."

The Golden Dragon King spoke with an air of certainty, superiority, and the confidence of a victor.

"The era that belongs to me has officially begun."