Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

After scanning through these dozen or so resumes, March 7th couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"You really can't judge a book by its cover. He looks like a sunny and cheerful guy, but he's actually so professional."

"This is only the publicly available information."

Walter adjusted his glasses, his tone suddenly becoming inscrutable.

"According to the information I found on the relevant dark web, Zhi Mu was once one of the most outstanding individuals in the Galactic Mercenary World, with the highest mission completion rate."

"He has a peculiar habit: he is extremely selective about his clients. Because of this, the enemies he made in his early years could stretch all the way to the company headquarters building."

"How could picking orders lead to making enemies?" March 7 asked, puzzled.

"Because some employers have shady plans, Zhi Mu is very professional and never leaks information after refusing. However, those employers are guilty and always feel that the dead are the safest. In order to prevent accidents, they will hire top assassins to kill Zhi Mu."

"Oh...and then what happened?"

"And then? Those who were sent to kill him disappeared without a trace."

"He managed to kill them all?"

"Who knows? In any case, this person is not simple. On the surface, his character and conduct are quite upright."

Walter first shook his head in dismay, then gave an affirmative assessment.

Himeko picked up the teacup and smiled elegantly:

"The Sea Patrol Knights advocate using violence to combat violence and are decisive in killing. Regardless of whether Zhi Mu's clothes are real or fake, as long as he has no ill intentions towards the train, we do not need to interfere."

"Got it. Having more friends means having more options. Maybe we can ask him for help when we encounter some trouble in the future," March 7th said with a smile.

The two elders had no objection to this; a humble person never thinks they can control the whole situation.

During the conversation, Pam brought out breakfast.

The lively March 7th stopped its idle chatter, and only the clinking of cutlery could be heard in the observation car.

A moment later, Himeko took a tissue to wipe her mouth and looked around at everyone.

"The artifact the Black Tower commissioned the train to find has been obtained. According to the agreement, we should proceed to deliver it first. We will depart at 9:00 AM tomorrow at system time. Does anyone have any objections?"

"I agree," Walter was the first to speak.

"I definitely have no objection. Dan Heng, with that square face, probably doesn't either. As for Zhi Mu, his spaceship crashed and he has nowhere to go, so he probably won't object either."

That's what they said, but on March 7th, they changed their tune.

"I'll go ask him when he wakes up."

……

Unexpectedly, on March 7th, Qi Zhimu slept until 3:24 PM, the time set by the system, before appearing in the observation car while yawning.

"Mr. Chimu, did you sleep well?" Himeko smiled.

"This is wonderful! It's the last time I've slept this soundly, since my family's..."

Halfway through his sentence, Qi Zhimu realized everyone was there, and couldn't help but look embarrassed.

"...Did I delay the train's jump-over time?"

Pam said that the train would travel to the next station the following day.

"No, that's not true. We're just about to have afternoon tea. If you don't mind, you can join us."

March 7th warmly welcomes you.

"You look like you've just woken up. Have some snacks and tea to fill your stomach."

"Then I shall respectfully comply."

Qi Zhimu has been traveling all over the country and is used to being carefree. He can see the goodwill of the train crew and there is no need for him to put on airs.

Experienced people are never worried about awkward silences. After several rounds of casual conversation, everyone gained a deeper understanding of this temporary passenger.

"I'll make a few drinks by hand; we have juice, wine, and coffee. What would you like to drink, Mr. Zhimu?"

"Just a cup of plain black coffee will do, thank you. Oh, by the way, just call me by my name, there's no need for 'sir'."

"Hehe, okay." Himeko's face showed interest.

It seems this new hitchhiker really enjoys coffee, so she'll have to use her special skills to make it.

Danheng and Walter exchanged a glance, their expressions becoming subtle.

On March 7th, he hesitated to speak, then hesitated again, and ultimately remained silent.

After all, once someone opens their mouth, more than one person will inevitably feel awkward.

Furthermore...

Perhaps Qi Zhimu, like Dan Heng, can enjoy it with a blank expression; he even specifically requested the original bitter coffee.

While waiting, Qi Zhimu became interested, and his aura changed.

"Thank you all for your hospitality. Although I am not very talented, I do have some basic skills. If you do not mind, I will perform a song for you."

As he spoke, a zhongruan appeared in his hand.

Although March 7th didn't recognize what was in his hand, he could at least tell it was a musical instrument, and his eyes lit up slightly.

"You can play the piano?"

"I know a little bit about it, but the instrument I'm holding is officially called a zhongruan. Let's play 'Swaying Lonely in the Milky Way'."

"Wow! You're a fan of Miss Robin too?"

"Well... I really like her songs and voice, so I guess I should count?"

Qi Zhimu glanced at Dan Heng and Walter, and seeing their tacit approval, he felt relieved and began to play the strings.

The classical piano music is infused with a cheerful modern rhythm, and this wonderful contrast is very catchy.

"Mend your pace sway to the beat, Hands up Embrace who you wanna be..."

The clear singing voice surprised not only March 7th, but also Walter Danheng.

Are the patrolling rangers really that multi-talented?

The song ended in less than three minutes, but March 7th was still immersed in its lingering charm.

"You call this 'making a fool of yourself'? That's too modest. I've heard so many covers, but none of them sound as good as your live performance. It's just like... just like..."

After a moment's thought, March 7th found a suitable explanation.

"Just like Miss Robin taught you step by step!"

"How can I compare to a robin?"

"To be honest, do you know 'Save a Heart from Grief'? It's my favorite song of hers!"

"Yes, it will too."

"Yay~~"

When Himeko returned to the observation car with her drinks, she was surprised to see this scene.

She didn't make a sound to disturb him until Qi Zhimu stopped singing, then slowly walked forward.

"With your singing voice, you'd probably do better as a singer than as a mercenary."

"My father sent me to study music with this in mind, but unfortunately, life is always full of surprises." Qi Zhimu said nonchalantly.

"No offense intended. Everyone has their own difficulties and choices." Himeko placed a cup of coffee, as black as ink, in front of him.

"Hey, how could I have offended you? It's really hard to survive in this industry without a powerful backer. If I hadn't been skilled, I would have almost ruined my reputation back then."

"His reputation is ruined? Could it be...?" March 7th imagined a dramatic scene unfolding in the entertainment industry.

"...It's better for Little March not to know the darkness of the big dye vat."

Qi Zhimu picked up his coffee and took a few sips without warning, then his body froze.

Before anyone could react, the top mercenary in the galaxy, the battle-hardened Sea Ranger, suddenly rolled his eyes and fell straight backward.

The sight of its eyes rolling back startled March 7th into screaming.

"Oh! Jimo, are you alright?!"