"Constant Star Train": "Really not going to trade face-to-face? I want to see if you're three-headed and six-armed, see how you claim I dare not speak loudly in front of you, maybe I really won't dare."
"Purple Cloud Train": "Bro, dear bro, I really know I'm wrong..."
"..."
Chen Mang somewhat uninterestedly lit a cigarette, leaned on the chair back, and glanced at the private chat sent from the same Soda Train asking for mercy, then closed the Train Radio.
Still too soft.
Actually, he really wanted to drive the train and bump into someone else's train, see who could withstand the impact.
Since these two had completely softened, he no longer had the interest to tease them further.
He sat on the seat and pondered for a moment.
After confirming that there was no one worth lingering for in "Tieling Wasteland," he took a deep breath, looked forward, and slowly pushed the control lever.
Soda Plain, here he comes!
