An Moxue's hands moved so fast they were like a blur. In a flash, more than a dozen silver needles fell into her arm, and the bleeding slowly stopped.

The train conductor, accompanied by the train police and crew, was stopped by a soldier who prevented them from getting close to An Moxue. The soldier stood aside and negotiated with the train conductor.

An Moxue ignored everything else, only noticing that after the bleeding stopped, she pressed hard on the area near the wound and asked the fake Yang Yuning, "Can you feel anything? Or is it numb?"

The fake Yang Yuning said weakly, "It feels numb."

An Moxue took out a sharp scalpel and comforted her, "Fortunately, the bullet only hit the flesh and did not damage the bone. I just used silver needles to seal the acupoints. Now we need to remove the bullet. You can turn your head away or close your eyes. Don't worry, the bullet will be removed in a few moments, and then we'll apply medicine. There won't be any major problems."

The fake Yang Yuning nodded slightly and hummed in agreement.

An Moxue raised her knife and slashed it several times. With a crisp "clink," the bullet fell to the ground and was retrieved.

An Moxue quickly applied ointment to the knife wound, bandaged it, then picked up the bullet, wiped it clean with paper, and put it in her backpack, intending to use it as evidence for future records.

"How are you feeling?" An Moxue asked as she packed up the equipment.

"I'm alright," the fake Yang Yuning replied weakly.

An Moxue packed her things, then took out a pill from her bag and handed it over, saying, "For internal use, an anti-inflammatory to prevent fever."

The fake Yang Yuning took it and ate it without even drinking water.

An Moxue smiled as she watched his actions; obedient patients always put doctors at ease.

Turning around, she saw her companion still negotiating with the train conductor. She didn't go over, but instead sat opposite Yang Yuning, observing everything in the carriage. Clearly, these people were more ruthless and didn't necessarily intend to take Yang Yuning away. In a critical moment, eliminating him would be acceptable, and their actions were the best proof of that.

She was wondering how Wu Sicheng and the others who had chased after them were doing when she saw him walking over, grabbing a disheveled person. He hadn't had time to hide his murderous aura, like a wolf king in the dark, exuding a ruthless and domineering presence, completely different from his usual gentle demeanor.

He walked over and unceremoniously threw the enemy to the ground. The man lay there like a lump of mud, barely breathing.

He walked back to An Moxue's side and sat down properly. An Moxue looked at him with a questioning look in her eyes.

By this time, his aura had subsided somewhat. He said, "One escaped, but this one was dealt with more severely. However, he won't die. Some people chased after him, and I was afraid there would be reinforcements, so I came back. How was it?"

An Moxue raised an eyebrow and said, "As you can see, it is indeed true."

Wu Sicheng looked over, counted the number of enemies, and asked, "Do you think we can capture more than a hundred people by the end of this mission?"

An Moxue said with certainty, "No less than that." Old Hou had already said that he would use these people to exchange for resources with the other country, so they were all captured alive. But there are many kinds of deaths. Besides, before handing them over, she fed them a kind of medicine, which was similar to the medicine given to the Tang family in Zhongzhou. The difference was that this medicine would stimulate the symptoms in their bodies to the maximum potential, causing them to suffer from various diseases in the shortest possible time and then die, with no way to verify it.

Wu Sicheng asked, "Should we get off at the next stop? We need to hand these people over first and give the others time to come. What do you think?"

An Moxue thought for a moment and said, "Okay, it's the next stop. I heard it's all about scenery, so it would be nice to check it out. I can take a boat ride when I have some free time and experience the misty rain."

Wu Sicheng's eyes lit up with a smile as he said, "It seems to be the wrong season; it should be in March or April. However, early autumn should also present a different scene."

An Moxue joked, "Does the autumn rain make you thinner?"

Wu Sicheng glanced around, and when no one was looking, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It's possible that she's become haggard because of Yi Side."

An Moxue scoffed, "Tch, that would require a lot of free time. Someone like me, who's busy all day long, would never be like that."

Wu Sicheng's smile widened slightly as he agreed, saying, "Indeed. But do you think all of them showed up today?"

An Moxue's gaze swept across the carriage, her eyes filled with coldness. She said coldly, "Of course not, they're coming. What's there to be afraid of?"

Wu Sicheng looked at An Moxue with a smile in his eyes and brows. Fake Yang Yu glanced at him with disdain in his eyes. What a sassy guy!

Wu Sicheng noticed his gaze, looked over, and just in time to see him close his eyes. He sneered inwardly, thinking, "I'm not going to lower myself to the level of a lifelong bachelor like you."

After communicating with our soldiers, the train conductor had already left with his men, leaving only An Moxue and her group, the captured enemy, and a few passengers who were too scared to come out, wishing they could just disappear into thin air.

The carriage was unusually quiet. There was no commotion after being arrested, only resignation to reality and restless thoughts, yet one felt powerless to change it.

Wu Sicheng frowned and said, "I have a feeling things aren't that simple!"

An Moxue frowned and said, "I have the same feeling. I always feel like they have a backup plan!"

The two looked at each other and said in unison, "Check!"

An Moxue said, "Let's split up."

Wu Sicheng replied, "I'll go west, you go east."

“Okay.” The two of them stood up and said to the soldier next to her, “Strengthen the defenses. We’ll go check it out.”

"Yes," the group replied in unison.

The two separated and began investigating from the moment they parted. When An Moxue reached the connecting point between the train carriages, she realized something she had overlooked: it was possible to crawl under the carriage from the connecting point, provided the person had sufficiently strong martial arts skills, even without internal energy. Moreover, the connecting point could also be used to detach the carriage from the train while it was in motion.

She carefully observed her surroundings at the connection point. Just then, Wu Sicheng came over, saw her expression, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you notice anything unusual?"

An Moxue said, "This time we're on the last carriage of the entire train. Look at this connection point."

Wu Sicheng followed her gaze and looked over. After looking at her, he said, "Are you worried about being disconnected or going off track?"

"Hmm, also, look at the distance between the bottom of the carriage and the tracks. Is there enough room for a person to fit underneath?"

Wu Sicheng asked, "Are you worried that someone might attach explosives to the bottom of the car?"

Instead of answering, An Moxue asked, "Do you think it's possible?"