37: Chapter 37 People in big cities are indeed of higher quality.

The skinny man, Second, was scared silly.

The hand holding his knife was shaking.

What the hell, this is sleeping?

What the hell, this is sleepwalking?

Whose sleepwalking involves using a living person as a meteor hammer!

Before he could even react.

The boy with closed eyes had already stood up.

He still kept his eyes closed, his body swaying slightly with the movement of the train, just like a drunken master who had had too much to drink.

But the "mop" in his hands was being swung so tightly that not even a gust of wind could get through.

"It's a bit dirty here..."

Jiang You muttered with his eyes closed, seemingly talking in his sleep.

Then, he swung Third and slammed him right into the skinny man, Second's face.

"Wipe it clean."

"Smack!"

Third's butt slammed hard into Second's face.

Second let out a miserable scream, his nasal bone instantly shattered, and he flew backward, landing right on top of the Bald Leader who was still struggling on the ground.

The two of them were stacked neatly like an arhat.

[Legs]:

"Good! That's much neater!"

"But this stack isn't tight enough yet."

"Let me step on it a couple of times to pack it down!"

Jiang You walked over with stiff steps.

Under the terrified gazes of all the passengers in the carriage.

He raised his foot.

Aiming at the very top of the "human pyramid," which was the Bald Leader's stomach, he stepped down, appearing light as a feather.

"Crack."

"Ugh—"

The Bald Leader's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he vomited his breakfast mixed with bile all over the floor.

Was this even a step?

The Bald Leader felt like he had just been crushed by a hydraulic press; his internal organs felt like they were about to shift out of place.

After stepping on him, Jiang You seemed to feel that this pile of trash had been dealt with enough.

He clapped his hands and disgustedly threw Third, who had been used as a mop for half the time, back into the pile.

Then, he turned around.

With his eyes closed, he accurately sat back in his seat.

He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head.

"Hoo... ru..."

Asleep in seconds.

The whole process took less than a minute.

Three fierce, knife-wielding thugs were easily wiped out by Jiang You.

And the person involved... didn't even have an accelerated heartbeat.

The carriage was deathly silent.

Only the faint groans of the three thugs stacked together and the rhythmic snoring of Jiang You echoed through the space.

In the corner, the auntie who had been eating melon seeds earlier dropped her seeds all over the floor again.

With a trembling voice, she voiced the inner thoughts of everyone in the carriage:

"This... this young man..."

"Is he just too hygienic?"

...

As the train slowly decelerated, the broadcast played that heart-pounding announcement:

"Attention passengers, the next stop is — Demon Capital Station. Please pack your belongings and prepare to get off."

At this moment, the atmosphere in carriage 14 was eerily solemn.

Several train police officers squeezed through the crowd, sweating profusely, holding handcuffs and batons, ready for battle.

When they saw the scene in the aisle, they couldn't help but gasp.

They saw three burly men stacked together like an arhat in a highly artistic pose, all bruised and swollen, foaming at the mouth, clearly having lost consciousness.

Especially the Bald Leader in the middle, who had a clear shoe print on his stomach, with his whole body sunken in a bit.

"Is... is this a brawl?"

The train police captain looked at the tragic scene, somewhat bewildered.

"No, no! Officer!"

The helpful auntie next to them immediately stood up to testify, gesturing vividly:

"It was these three bad guys who wanted to stab that young man with a knife! But that young man... oh my, he was truly divine!"

"He didn't even open his eyes, grabbed that short guy and used him as a mop, and in a few moves, he cleaned up all three of them!"

"This is self-defense! Or even... dream-defense!"

The train police captain's mouth twitched.

Grabbed a short guy as a mop? Dream-defense?

Has this auntie read too many martial arts novels?

He turned his head to look at the legendary "martial arts master."

He saw Jiang You at the window seat, drooling, sleeping soundly, and perhaps because they were almost at the stop, he was dreaming of getting off the train, his leg kicking unconsciously.

"Hoo... ru..."

The train police captain: "..."

Just this?

This boy wearing spongebob pajamas, who looked completely harmless, is the master who wiped out a knife-wielding gang?

"Take these three suspects away first! This seems to be the 'Three Hands' gang on the wanted list; this is a great achievement this time."

The train police captain waved his hand, and his subordinates hurriedly dragged away the three lumps of "rotten meat."

As for the sleeping boy...

The captain looked at Jiang You's young face full of collagen, sighed, and said: "Forget it, don't wake him up. He looks like a student, probably from a martial arts background, forming muscle memory. If he wakes up and knows what he did, he'll probably be scared to death."

Thus, under the awe-filled gazes of all the passengers in the carriage, the police quietly completed the clearing work.

...

Five minutes later.

The train came to a complete stop.

"Hiss—"

The sound of air brakes rang out.

Jiang You was shaken by this and finally woke up in a daze.

"Hmm..."

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, let out a long yawn, and felt refreshed all over, as if he had just had a full-body massage.

"This sleep was so good, I didn't even really dream."

Jiang You stretched, preparing to take his luggage and get off the train.

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

He looked down at the aisle at his feet and exclaimed:

"Eh?"

He saw that the carriage aisle, which had originally been dirty and full of melon seed shells and footprints, now had a patch that was shiny and new!

Especially the middle part, it was almost like it had been polished and waxed; he could even see his reflection in it!

"What the hell?"

Jiang You widened his eyes, looking incredulous:

"Is the service on green-skinned trains this good now?"

"Did a cleaner come to mop the floor while I was sleeping? Is this floor mopped too clean? Did they use their face to rub it?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, definitely have to give a like."

Jiang You sighed, completely unaware that this "feng shui treasure land" had been forcefully "polished" using the clothes and face of that pickpocket Third.

He stood up and carried the heavy snake-skin bag from the luggage rack.

"Clang."

The Lei Bamboo hit the train window, making a crisp sound.

"Time to go, time to go, Demon Capital, I'm coming."

Jiang You was in a good mood, even humming a tune, walking swaggeringly toward the train door.

The surrounding passengers saw this "god of death" wake up, and one after another, they automatically cleared a wide path as if avoiding a plague god, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

"Move quickly! Let the big boss go first!"

"Don't block the way! Careful he uses you as a mop!"

Jiang You looked at this group of unusually "polite" passengers, and his heart felt even more wonderful:

"People in big cities really have high standards, even getting off the train they are so courteous, and they even give me a stare of respect."

"It seems that my top scholar temperament cannot be hidden even if I am wearing pajamas."