Chapter Forty-Nine: Too Horrible to Look At

"It's him."

Su Tong's sudden appearance startled Yang Feifei, who was squeezed in with the other travelers across from him. How could this guy be here?

Yang Feifei still remembered Su Tong vividly—not because he was handsome, but because of his musical talent. The songs written by Remembrance of the Lady were all classics: children's songs, folk songs, inspirational anthems. Unfortunately, he lacked a powerful team to promote him; no marketing, no hype, and thus no acting gigs, endorsements, concerts, or commercial performances.

This was the era of the Grand Dynasty, an age of entertainment for all, but also a sorrowful age for songwriters. The internet was widespread, piracy rampant. Without the backing of a superstar, even the best original songs rarely caught fire, and if they did, it was only in name; the singer-songwriters earned little. Aside from die-hard fans, who would spend money to download songs from the music library of Great Qin?

Even the internet sensations who once soared rarely lasted more than two years. The unorthodox path remained unorthodox. Success for a superstar was never the work of one person, but the whole team's effort.

To put it simply: the market was flooded with countless soft drinks, their tastes barely different, but only a handful sold well. Why? Because of relentless advertising, celebrity endorsements, and all of this required enormous funds.

…

Inside the train carriage.

The gunshots fired by the raiders terrified the passengers in the first-class carriage; many screamed, crying out for their parents. This carriage was connected to the train's engine, the very first section, and there was nowhere for passengers to run—even if they had wanted to.

Su Tong was close to the attacker, and in the first moment, he slapped the pistol from the man's hand. His palm stung; he'd struck too hard and hit the metal. But he couldn’t care about that now. After disarming the attacker, he quickly retreated—another raider was swinging a rolling pin at him.

The bodyguard, seeing Su Tong appear, brightened—finally, someone to help. The carriage held other able-bodied men, but the raiders' brutal slaughter had terrified everyone; none had the heart to resist, all cowered away.

These raiders were not ordinary men. They had received special training and were formidable.

Otherwise, someone with the bodyguard's skills could easily handle ten opponents alone. Yet these four raiders had managed to injure him, and he was at a disadvantage.

Su Tong's arrival delighted the bodyguard, but when he saw a raider aiming a pistol at Su Tong, his strong nerves faltered. It was over. In such cramped quarters, no matter how skilled, one could only end up a target.

Yet these terrorists, for all their prowess, had terrible aim—much to the bodyguard's surprise. Two shots fired, and Su Tong emerged unscathed.

"Kill!"

Su Tong unleashed his power. His palm swung round like a disc, fierce and forceful, exuding murderous intent—the bearing of General Wei Yan. He might not be able to take on an army single-handedly, but the confidence and determination to do so were unmistakable.

Even the bodyguard, who had never fought Su Tong, felt his heart tremble. The usually harmless, refined, aristocratic Su Tong seemed transformed.

His murderous intent was heavy. The wind blew through the broken windows, but could not disperse the thick scent of blood inside. Some travelers had died horribly: brains shattered, red and white splattered across the floor. Several innocent civilians lay slumped in their seats, lifeless, with blood staining the cushions.

These ghastly scenes only fueled Su Tong's rage. His style was ferocious—every strike, every punch, every claw was swift and shocking. He especially favored attacking the face: thuds and slaps rang out. The first gun-wielding raider who fought him had his nose broken, his teeth knocked out, his face covered in blood.

Every blow landed with force, blood spraying. The survivors screamed, unable to watch.

The bodyguard, still fighting, saw that all his opponent's allies had been knocked down. Then the female raider he was fighting got kicked in the backside and flew toward him.

Su Tong had floored the three male raiders and, without hesitation, attacked the female one. After kicking her, he brought the rolling pin down hard on the back of her head.

Her skull cracked open, blood gushed out, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into the bodyguard's arms.

In his previous life, Su Tong remembered a terror attack at a train station, where a female raider wielding two blades had butchered countless innocents.

Such attackers could not be treated as women, nor shown mercy or forgiveness—that was God's business. Their job was to send them to meet God.

"Phew—"

After subduing the four raiders, Su Tong was nearly exhausted. Only then did he notice the wounds on his hands, feet, and body.

The carriage was too narrow; even if Wei Yan were reborn, he could not defeat four raiders without a scratch—Su Tong was not as robust as Wei Yan to begin with.

The bodyguard pushed away the unconscious female raider, tore a strip of cloth from his clothes, and bound the wound on his bleeding arm.

He was losing too much blood. After the struggle, he felt dizzy, nearly fainted, but forced himself to sit in the aisle, leaning against a seat.

"Someone come over and tie these scoundrels up," Su Tong said, sitting on the floor, his face pale, utterly spent.

"Not bad. I underestimated you before," the bodyguard murmured, barely conscious, eyes unfocused, squeezing out a faint smile.

Su Tong was merely exhausted; his wounds were minor, and he was in better shape than the bodyguard. He wanted to tease the bodyguard, but seeing he was hurt in multiple places and bleeding heavily, he swallowed his words.

"Isn't there a single man willing to step forward?" Su Tong glanced from one end of the carriage to the other, smiling bitterly. Not a single passenger had obeyed him, no one came to tie up the attackers.

"Do...do you need any help?" At this moment, the female attendant who had opened the door for Su Tong finally emerged, her face pale. The carnage inside made her stomach churn.

She couldn't hold back, and began to retch violently. Even those who had managed not to vomit before now followed suit.

"I'll do it." To Su Tong’s surprise, Yang Feifei, her face ashen, removed her large sunglasses and came over to help tie the raiders' hands.

Confronted with the slaughterhouse scene, the famous star did not vomit, even dared to approach—it impressed Su Tong.

Yang Feifei had debuted as a child star at six. She hadn’t been particularly beautiful then, but now she was stunning—one of the four great beauties, alongside three other goddess-tier stars.

Among the four goddesses, Yang Feifei was the youngest. Previously, there had only been three, but since last year, with her joining, people began to speak of the four great beauties.

After Yang Feifei became one of the four beauties, her noble origins came to light and caused a sensation. After being bullied by Yang Feifei in the small square of Jindi Garden, Su Tong had looked up her information online and learned all about her.

Born like a princess, privately spoiled and a little willful—reasonable, but to withstand such bloody scenes without flinching made Su Tong look at her in a new light.

Suddenly, Yang Feifei screamed.