The space inside the train compartment wasn't too large, and the air circulation was poor, creating a claustrophobic and oppressive atmosphere.
Lu Guichi couldn't stay still, and moved by instinct to Lin Wu's side, asking, "Wuwu, do you have any idea how to find Lao Shan yet?"
Lin Wu was resting with her eyes closed. Only her flesh wounds had healed, her rib injuries had not, and after a long time she easily felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, which made her uncomfortable. In this train compartment, that feeling of discomfort intensified.
She said faintly, "No."
"Then... what about our people? Have you figured out a way?" Lu Guichi asked.
His voice wasn't low, and Ba Ning, who was sitting opposite, heard and looked up.
Lin Wu's tone remained flat: "No. Take one step at a time."
Ba Ning took the rare initiative: "Who are you looking for? Maybe, I can help you find them."
"You?"
Lu Guichi was skeptical.