A beam of spotlight illuminated the dim world, as the Train Demon roared forward, white steam waves sprayed in the time tunnel.
At this moment, looking through the window of the number 7 carriage, the inside was brightly lit, with two figures facing each other in conversation.
Ke Qirui nodded slightly, took a puff from his pipe, then raised his head and asked Black Cocoon:
"Mr. Black Cocoon, before we start discussing Redlight, I'd like to ask about the origins of the Catastrophe Level individuals you mentioned."
"Actually, I'm not quite sure myself," Black Cocoon leaned against the carriage door, looking side-eye at the night through the window, "I haven't figured out the origins and name of this organization, only know that they are very dangerous."
"So even Mr. Black Cocoon has things he's unclear about?"
