CHAPTER 207: CHAPTER 103: 15 YEARS [INNER STRENGTH]_3

According to the plan, I’ve already become the train conductor.

High school diploma, plus diligent dedication.

It’s still quite simple.

And from beginning to end, Zhang Feng has challengingly never displayed his martial skills.

It was entirely achieved through exams.

But the task status still hasn’t shown complete.

Thinking in my mind.

While avoiding the passing passengers, Zhang Feng headed towards the front carriage.

He learned from colleagues he met on the way that the ’retired conductor’ was in the dining car.

Zhang Feng continued walking forward.

Upon arriving.

The dining car was empty of customers; the sixty-something retired conductor was chatting with Brother Fatty.

"Oh?" Brother Fatty saw Zhang Feng come over, stood up, and said to the retired conductor with a smile, "Look, the boss is urging for food, I’ll go cook first!

You’re different from me. You’re retired and can wander on the train as you please, but I haven’t retired yet. The boss still governs me."

With that, Brother Fatty put on an apron and headed straight to the kitchen.

"Xiao Feng is here." The retired conductor also smiled at Zhang Feng and put on an old man’s hat, ready for a patrol.

Though he retired years ago, he can’t idle, often acting as a free ’volunteer’ on the train.

"Old Leader," Zhang Feng called out to him and directly asked, "How was my performance assessment last time?"

"Very good." The retired conductor handed Zhang Feng a cigarette, joking, "Are you asking about promotion? You just got promoted to conductor.

What’s wrong, now you want to become the station master?

I don’t have the ability to help you with that."

"It’s not about that." Zhang Feng took the cigarette, "I’m just asking about the assessment result. If it’s qualified, then there’s no problem."

It seems that it’s not the usual route, something has to happen.

"Don’t think too much. Just wait for the meal." The retired conductor patted Zhang Feng’s shoulder. "I’ll take a walk and help you cover your duty. As long as you don’t mind me stealing your conductor’s thunder, I’ll help you share the workload a bit."

...

Three months passed while waiting.

Zhang Feng decided not to guess further, treating this life adventure as a 30-year training of inner strength, along with sorting various materials.

But on a night nine months later.

It was another winter.

Before the night train was ready to depart.

Standing outside the train, maintaining order, Zhang Feng saw three seemingly ordinary middle-aged men in the distance, scrutinizing the crowd repeatedly.

But their sharp gazes and a particular demeanor.

Zhang Feng immediately recognized them as top police detectives who had transitioned from military service.

These detectives are top talents, sometimes going abroad for missions, they were often the main force.

As the train was about to depart, the three exchanged glances briefly and boarded the train from the front, middle, and rear directions.

Zhang Feng, at the forefront, saw one of them approaching him.

His movements carried martial prowess, a master of grappling and combat, comparable to the previous Mantis Finch.

There are still some experts in this world, although they don’t look significant.

’With such an expert present, something must be happening, there might be a dangerous individual on board.’

Zhang Feng put his mind at ease and looked towards the boarding spots at the rear,

’If there is, that person likely boarded from the back.

Otherwise, I should have noticed something wrong.

Even if I’m absent-minded, pondering the Three Elemental Qi courses every day.

But spotting a thief is still doable.’

Thinking about this, Zhang Feng, seeing no passengers nearby, also walked back into the carriage.

"Leader!" a train attendant smiled and greeted Zhang Feng when he saw him.

’He’s the train conductor?’ the detective who had just boarded turned slightly to recognize Zhang Feng’s appearance,

’This train conductor is quite young.’

He scanned briefly and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Because he was executing a top-secret mission on this train, it was best not to alert others.

Of course, if the ’target’ was indeed on the train and the situation was inconvenient.

If necessary, it’s required to contact the train conductor individually or make temporary arrangements.

So recognizing the face was essential, at least to find the person quickly if needed.

...

Woo Woo~

The train started.

Zhang Feng didn’t stay in place but began from the first carriage, inspecting each section to find that dangerous individual.

If someone was in the restroom.

Zhang Feng would wait momentarily to ensure no one was overlooked throughout the search.

He checked thoroughly, one section after another.

In the eighth carriage.

Zhang Feng spotted a small petty thief.

He hadn’t acted yet, just observing a passenger’s bag.

But from his behavior and demeanor, Zhang Feng knew he would soon use the Cloud-Exploring Hand technique to slash the passenger’s bag from the left and apply force from right to left.

Normally, seeing such a person, Zhang Feng would deliberately bump into him, preventing him from acting.

Or sometimes he wouldn’t even bother because the veteran train police and his young police apprentice could catch all these small-time thieves.

But today.

It seemed someone important was around.

Zhang Feng didn’t want this small matter to distract those three detectives.

So Zhang Feng took a few steps forward, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and his arm with the other.

Then, like playing with a small toy, he applied a little force, lifted him off the ground by about ten centimeters, and easily took him to the connecting passage two meters away.

"You..." The petty thief, having never seen such an extraordinary sight, dared not resist, only stammering, "Sir... I was wrong..."

"Hold off on being wrong." Zhang Feng interrupted his stutter and pointed to the direction he came from, "Today, I don’t have time for your trouble, and keep your voice down.

Afterward, you either go to the front carriage and surrender yourself to the train police and report your situation honestly.

Or..."

Zhang Feng pointed to the carriage door beside him, outside was the quickly passing view, "I’ll throw you out. If you die, it’s your bad luck. If you survive, it’s meant for you to live."

"I’ll surrender!" The petty thief was intimidated but obediently went to find the train police.

Zhang Feng glanced at his retreating silhouette, took out his phone, and while continuing to observe the passengers, called the veteran train police.

Once connected.

Zhang Feng said, "Where are you?"

"Carriage 3," the veteran train police was patrolling, "What’s up? Where are you?"

"Carriage 8," Zhang Feng replied, "A thief will be surrendering to you shortly. Confirm it and tie him to the dining car area. Don’t let him run around."

"What?" the veteran train police asked in confusion, "Who caught him? My apprentice? How could he let a thief come voluntarily?"

"I caught him," Zhang Feng replied while inspecting, "If he runs off midway, even better, because I feel there’s always something about to happen.

Reducing interference and freeing up manpower is good."

"Conductor, what does this mean?" The veteran train police was puzzled, then suspiciously added, "You know how to catch thieves?"

"Even robbers are no problem," Zhang Feng felt he had already mastered his skills and didn’t intend to hide anymore.

"Robbers?" The veteran train police was full of disbelief, "Conductor, are you joking..."

As he said this, his words suddenly paused.

Zhang Feng also heard the screams from passengers on the other end of the call, along with cries of ’Robbery!’.

Hearing this.

Zhang Feng suddenly turned around, his feet exerting strength, causing the carriage to seemingly shake slightly.

In the next second, using the momentum from his forward charge, Zhang Feng leaped over an entire carriage, soaring over the head of the petty thief and everyone else.