CXCIII. Joshua of the Cold Ridge

Inside the third car.

The white-skinned man and his girlfriend were trembling like quails.

By the time Liszt and his group arrived there, the university crew members were all crying with tears streaming down their faces, their eyes red and swollen.

The people from the Western Continent were relatively stronger psychologically.

The white-skinned man and his girlfriend had never experienced such a scene, except once, ten years ago in the Northern Prison, when the man was completely distraught, his eyes glazed over, while the woman's makeup was smeared by her tears.

Liszt simply didn't have time to deal with these pathetic characters; all he wanted to do was lend General Fen a hand with his blade.

But just then.

"Mo Yutong... why would they take you with them?"

The white-skinned man had already lost his wits and was communicating with Mo Yutong in English.

Mo Yutong clenched her fists tight, these two, they truly deserved to die!

Liszt paused upon hearing this.