However, he was now like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, hardly able to save himself.
The train let out a wailing roar, beginning to enter the tunnel, and the once bright carriage was suddenly enveloped in darkness.
Out of nowhere, a force seemed to bear down on him, and he felt a pair of hands roughly roaming over his body.
"Who's there?!"
Gu Dahai pushed away the hands and hurriedly felt for the fruit knife fastened at his waist, groping in the dark and stabbing toward those hands.
"Ah! Who the hell stabbed me in the waist?!"
Bad luck, it seemed he had stabbed the wrong person.
Gu Dahai was sitting in the innermost seat, taking advantage of the ongoing darkness inside the tunnel.
But just as he stood up to move, the same force that had descended upon him earlier knocked him back down into his seat.
The tunnel was short, and just as Gu Dahai was forced back into his seat, the carriage instantly brightened up.
"You son of a bitch, you still want to run!"
