Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

The platform was completely silent.

Those passengers who had been observing and wondering how the conflict would end all fell silent.

No one spoke, no one moved; all eyes were fixed on the corpse lying on the ground.

The short, stocky man stood there, staring at the corpse lying on the ground, its eyes still open.

His lips were trembling violently, and his knees began to buckle.

Then he knelt down.

"Thump—!"

His knee slammed into the platform floor tiles with a dull thud.

His hands were braced against the ground, his forehead almost touching the floor tiles, his whole body was trembling violently, and his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, intermittent and filled with heavy sobs.

"Spare me...please spare me...I won't do it again...I'll never do it again...I know I was wrong...I'll give you all my medicine, I'll give you everything...I really know I was wrong..."

He knelt up straight, lowered his head, and dared not look up at Chen Ye in front of him. Then he kept taking out medicine from his storage space.

Chen Ye glanced down at him, then put the Demon-Slaying Halberd to his side: "You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die. Remember in your next life, don't make such impolite gestures to others again."

The short, stocky man froze, as if nailed to the spot by something. The last thing that flashed through his mind was the throat-slitting gesture he made to Chen Ye in the Infinite City Trading Market.

He tried to beg for mercy, but it was too late.

The Demon-Slaying Halberd swept across, its tip drawing a smooth arc in the air before precisely slicing through the short, stocky man's throat.

"puff--!"

Blood gushed from the severed neck, drawing a dark red arc in the grayish-white light.

The short, stocky man swayed twice, then fell forward, his face slamming into the platform tiles. His eyes were still open, the light in his pupils rapidly fading.

The bespectacled man behind him stood still, sweat streaming down his face, soaking the collar of his shirt.

The two teammates behind him were also pale-faced, and their legs were trembling slightly.

Chen Ye shifted his gaze from the corpse on the ground to the bespectacled man: "You three, take out all the potions you have, and you can leave."

Without a moment's hesitation, the bespectacled man flipped his hand and took out all the potions in his storage space at once—red, blue, yellow, dozens of potions piled on the ground.

The two team members behind him quickly followed suit, frantically taking the medicine out of the storage space and piling it on the ground.

Zhao Hai stepped forward, squatted down, and put the potions into his storage space one by one. His movements were neither fast nor slow, and his face was expressionless, like an old farmer harvesting crops in the field.

"Get lost."

Chen Ye finished speaking.

The bespectacled man felt as if he had been granted a pardon, turned around and ran away without looking back.

The two team members followed closely behind, and the three of them scrambled out of the station.

The platform remained completely silent.

Especially the indigenous passengers on train G4939, their gazes toward Chen Ye had completely changed.

They all knew of Tu Honglie's arrogance when collecting protection money in carriage number one, and they all wondered in their hearts which trial this big shot ranked fourth on the leaderboard would fail in. But no one expected that the failure would come so quickly and so thoroughly.

one move.

Tu Honglie couldn't even withstand one move.

On platform number two, Wang Zekai stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly agape, his jaw almost dropping to the ground. It took him a while to recover.

He abruptly turned to look at Lu Qingchuan: "My goodness... is this guy that strong? He defeated Tu Honglie in one move? Brother Chuan, can you do that?"

"Using an S-rank skill is fine, but I'm one level higher than Tu Honglie, while he's clearly not as high a level as Tu Honglie. The skill he's using must also be S-rank. You can get an S-rank skill from the points shop at level 16. This train merging has really brought a ruthless person."

Lu Qingchuan's gaze remained fixed on Chen Ye, and he didn't look away. His expression was much calmer than Wang Zekai's.

Wang Zekai clicked his tongue: "No wonder he dared to refuse Tu Honglie's blackmail. It turns out he wasn't stubborn; he was certain that Tu Honglie couldn't beat him. No wonder he was so calm in front of Tu Honglie."

Gulina's gaze also fell on Chen Ye, her voice filled with sincere admiration: "He's really amazing, even the captain might not be able to beat him."

"Tu Honglie didn't expect him to have an S-level skill, which is why he was killed in one move. Otherwise, even if he was no match, he wouldn't have been killed in one move. But it's not Tu Honglie's fault. Who would have thought that a passenger who is not even level 20 would have an S-level skill?"

Shen Nanxing provided a rational analysis.

At platform three, Lü Yang turned his head to look at Wu Hao, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up: "I told you he wasn't simple. I felt something was off when he sat in front of your stall all afternoon that day. A level 16 facing a level 19 threat without even blinking an eye, that can't be explained by being stubborn."

Wu Hao swallowed hard: "This isn't just simple, this is monstrous! He wiped out the fourth-ranked player on the leaderboard in one move. Hey, we made a deal with him, so we should at least have some goodwill towards him, right?"

Lu Yang curled his lip: "It's not like you didn't take his potion. If you had given him that A-level skill book for free, that would have been considered a favor."

Before exiting the station, Chen Ye was sorting the medicines that Zhao Hai had collected.

Red energy potions, blue stamina potions, and yellow recovery potions were scattered across the ground in six piles.

He casually picked up a strength potion and drank it, replenishing the 100 strength points consumed by the Yellow Springs Crossing.

Zhao Hai squatted on the other side, putting his own portion into his storage space: "Tu Honglie's team has accumulated quite a few potions; we made a lot of money this time."

Qin Zhaoyang squatted down to the side, muttering to himself, "That Tu Honglie is really dishonest. He stole so many people's potions, and in the end, they all benefited us."

Wen Ning, standing to the side, smiled slightly upon hearing Qin Zhaoyang's words: "If he were kind, he wouldn't have gone around collecting protection money from everyone on the train. We've achieved drug freedom in this survival trial."

Chen Ye put the last vial of medicine into his storage space, stood up, and dusted off his hands.

Immediately afterwards, a synthesized voice came from outside the station.

Intruder detected! Initiate cleanup process!

Intruder detected! Initiate cleanup process!

Intruder detected! Initiate cleanup process!

The sound was cold and mechanical, and after repeating three times, it stopped abruptly. Then came the sharp sound of tires rolling over the road, the sound of rubber rubbing against the metal surface, which grew clearer and clearer as it approached.