It was a double-decker bus. There weren't too many people on it, and Sheyan's act of scrambling to get on the bus did not attract too much attention.
In densely populated places, there were all kinds of people. In bustling New York, thieves, robbers, drug addicts and the likes existed in droves. There were also a lot of performance artists who would deliberately perform strange acts in public. Sheyan did not appear too conspicuous. He quickly took a seat.
Soon after, Sheyan started feeling an increasingly painful sensation spreading from his feet. The pain gradually converged on his thighs!
Suddenly, a wave of unbearable pain transmitted over from Sheyan's legs. It was the same sensation as having a red-hot branding iron pressing down on them, except there was no scorching smell and no feeling of intense pressure.
