The thief's scream echoed throughout the entire carriage.
Leonard Churchill just watched coldly. Since they all came with hostility, he had no intention of showing these guys any kindness.
Moreover, since Sophia Jones by his side didn't speak up, it meant that she would back him up no matter what trouble ensued.
Within merely a couple of breaths, the thief's arm shriveled up completely, like the dry limb of a mummy, and his cheeks rapidly caved in.
Just when Leonard thought the thief was about to be bloodsucked to death by Prosperity, someone yelled out, "Peddler! Peddler! Quick, some Powder to save a life!"
"Alright, make way, make way!"
At that moment, a gaunt man carrying a wooden chest, selling cigarettes and various odds and ends, appeared from nowhere.
Leonard had noticed this fellow before.
Even though the carriage was so crowded that it was hard to move, this peddler always managed to scurry around selling his goods.
