All my hunting commissions come from another world?

"What are you doing?"

Familiar Chinese and a familiar voice came from behind him. As if he had been saved, Lu Mingfei turned around and saw the person who had disappeared for more than a month.

"Brother Zhou, what a coincidence, you're here to catch a ride too."

"And what's even more coincidental is that we're riding in the same car."

Zhou Si looked at Lu Mingfei as if he were an idiot. They enrolled in the same batch, so of course they took the same train.

Lu Mingfei then realized what was happening, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. The box in his right hand then crashed to the ground with a thud, accompanied by the sound of bowls and chopsticks clattering inside.

"My aunt said that foreigners eat with their hands, which is unhygienic."

Lu Mingfei offered a somewhat weak explanation. He was about to bend down and lift the box when he noticed a thick arm appear next to it.

A burly figure had somehow appeared beside them, his face covered in stubble and looking rather disheveled, wearing a dark green plaid shirt that looked like it hadn't been washed in ages.

Even the beggars on the street are probably dressed better than him.

"One dollar, is there even a one dollar...?"

The disheveled beggar, who was lying on the ground just like the group leader, made a weak sound. However, what he said was not to tell Zhou Si and the others not to stop, but that if he didn't eat, his life might end.

......

Ten minutes later, sitting at the entrance of a classic American fast food restaurant, Zhou Si and Lu Mingfei quietly watched the scruffy, burly man grab a large hot dog in each hand and stuff it into his mouth.

"Thank you so much, both of you. I might have starved to death if it weren't for you."

Upon discovering that his rescuers were two Asian people, the burly man immediately switched to fluent Chinese.

“Finger von Frings, not a beggar, but a college student.”

Actually, we didn't think of you as a beggar; you seemed more like a refugee than a beggar.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, but his face remained amiable.

But his attention was soon drawn to the textbook Fingel had taken out to prove his identity; the words on the cover looked somewhat familiar to him.

"Are you also here to take the CC1000 express train?"

"Could it be that you also..."

Fingel paused for a moment, then pulled out a magnetic card ticket with a giant tree pattern from his pocket. Zhou Si and Lu Mingfei also had such tickets.

"My dear family!"

Fingel was truly moved to tears. It seemed that Jesus and Buddha still cared about him, sending two junior students to save his life before he starved to death.

"Senior Finger, why don't I see the CC1000 express train on the train schedule?"

Upon seeing that it was a senior from the same school, Lu Mingfei lost his initial wariness and explained his confusion, which was why he had been staring blankly at the bus stop earlier.

He had asked the train attendants at the station, but none of them knew about this train. Lu Mingfei almost thought he had gone to the wrong station.

"Oh, CC1000 is a bit special. It's known that almost all the crew members on this train are dead."

Fingel said this, and also offered a word of comfort to Lu Mingfei.

"Don't worry, a bus will definitely come, but people of our lower social class have to wait for it."

"The school is discriminating?!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt like going back. There was nothing wrong with studying at an ordinary second-tier university in China.

"No, no, no, don't misunderstand."

Fingel almost spat out his cola. If the professor found out that he had ruined the school's reputation in front of his juniors, he probably wouldn't be able to graduate this year.

"There is a kind of hierarchical system among students, similar to academic credits. Students of higher social class enjoy priority access to school resources. This does not mean that there is class discrimination among students."

Perhaps there are exceptions, such as Fingel, who was often discriminated against at school, but this has nothing to do with class.

"You guys chat first, I have to go."

Zhou Si, who had been listening to the crosstalk performance for a while, then remembered that someone was waiting for him.

"Hey? Brother Zhou, aren't you waiting for the bus with us?"

Looking at Lu Mingfei's silly appearance, Zhou Si felt rather helpless. Did this kid not invest any points in intelligence?

Zhou Si took out her phone and placed it in front of Lu Mingfei. A text message from Norma, the college secretary, was displayed on the screen.

The gist of the story is that their train was delayed by two days due to railway reforms.

"Professor Guderian's foolproof manual didn't mention that you should ask Norma if you encounter anything you don't understand, right?"

"I was just worried people would be too busy..."

Xiao Lu's reason almost made Zhou Si laugh, but what surprised him even more was that Fingel, standing to the side, also looked as if he had suddenly realized something, as if he had never thought that he could ask Norma about the train's arrival time.

"Brother Zhou is really a smart man. I've been studying here for eight years and I never thought of this trick."

Fingel and Lu Mingfei stood side by side, watching Zhou Si's departing figure and sighing.

"I won't even complain about why you're calling him 'Brother Zhou' too," Lu Mingfei's expression gradually became tense. "But can you explain what 'eight years' means?"

Seeing Lu Mingfei's somewhat devastated expression, Fingel rubbed his hairy arm with a slightly 'shy' look, then flashed a row of white teeth at Lu Mingfei.

......

"too slow."

Elena looked at Zhou Si, who was late, and her tone was somewhat dissatisfied. She had arrived in Chicago half an hour ago, but it took her so long to get here.

Based on her understanding of Zhou Si, she figured that he had probably been distracted by something and then forgotten about them.

"Sorry, I ran into Lu Mingfei at the station and chatted with him for a bit."

Zhou Si knew she was in the wrong and didn't argue, but quickly changed the subject.

Where is Erii?

"Rest at the hotel."

The little bird sighed, but still handed him a room key.

How has Erii been doing these past few days?

These days, Zhou Si didn't take the two of them running around the world. Instead, after granting them access to the meeting place, he let Eline take the lead in training Erii.

"Great progress has been made; the accuracy of the hand cannon is no longer a major issue."

Judging from Elene's expression, she was very impressed with Erii's learning ability.

"My proficiency in the art of words has also improved considerably; at least now I can barely control the scope of the judgment."

Although I am still far from having mastered it completely, this progress has already surpassed the sum of all my years in the Snake Clan.

But this only made Zhou Si more confused.

Although the Snake Clan obviously couldn't achieve the same conditions as Zhou Si, if Erii had been allowed to try mastering the power of words from a young age, she would never have ended up in this situation.

There's been no news from Uesugi Koshi and Genjiro lately; I hope they're alright.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Live-Action CS X Large-Scale Werewolf Game √

"Wow, one is cute and innocent, the other is straightforward and honest, and they're both so beautiful. You're quite the lucky guy, brother."

Two days later, at the Chicago train station, Fingel stood next to Lu Mingfei, watching Zhou Si and her two companions walk over from a distance. Although he was commenting on the two women, his gaze remained fixed on Zhou Si.

"Senior, let me give you a piece of advice: don't mess with Brother Zhou."

Over the past two days, Lu Mingfei and Fingel have become quite familiar with each other, after all, they spent two days together at the train station. In addition, Lu Mingfei's progress in his dreams these past two nights has been quite impressive, and he has even found Fingel's rough face much more pleasing to the eye.

You can rest assured.

Fingel patted his chest to reassure Lu Mingfei that he was able to survive in Kassel College because of his cautious nature, while that Brother Zhou looked like a ruthless person who would kill dragons without blinking an eye.

"Brother Zhou, you're here!"

Then the eighth-grade senior demonstrated his 'superb acting skills' to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei had watched so many Hong Kong movies over the years and had never seen anyone more like a real lackey than Finger.

His obsequiousness seemed to emanate from his very bones, causing everyone present, except for Fingel, to instinctively keep their distance from him.

In particular, he also exuded an indescribable odor.

Zhou Simo silently shielded Kotori and Erii behind him. If this guy in front of him went any further, he might really have to take action.

Perhaps the only thing Fingel wasn't lying about was that he was really good at reading people. The moment he saw Zhou Si's actions and expressions, he immediately stopped and pretended that nothing had happened.

And at that very moment, his 'lifeline' happened to fly into his hands.

"The car is here! The car is here!"

As Fingel finished speaking, the station bell and the train whistle rang out, and the train lights flashed across the platform. A pitch-black train pulled into the station, which was almost deserted at two in the morning.

A dark figure appeared at the deserted ticket gate. It was a person wearing a dark green train conductor uniform, shaking a small golden bell in his hand, with a golden train conductor badge pinned to his hat, holding a flashlight in one hand and a card reader in the other.

"CC1000 Express Train, passengers please prepare to board, passengers please prepare to board." The train conductor's voice echoed in the hall.

The station guards were still diligently sleeping at their posts, and it seemed that only they had seen the train conductor and the CC1000 express train.

Zhou Si squinted and looked closely. There were faint elemental fluctuations on the train conductor's body. His ghostly appearance was probably the effect of his words.

Fingel's words confirmed his idea.

Erii tugged at Zhou Si's sleeve and pulled out an old-fashioned film camera from somewhere. Her delicate handwriting was written in a small notebook.

"Should we take a picture of that ghost?"

Seeing Erii's somewhat eager expression and the camera in her hand that looked somewhat familiar, Zhou Si turned to look at the little bird beside her.

What games have you guys been playing these days?!

Horror game, I'm sure of it.

After spending some time explaining to Erii that the camera couldn't ward off the ghosts, Zhou Si and the other two followed Fingel and the others to the ticket gate.

"Fingal, aren't you going to drop out of school yet?" the train conductor said. "I thought I wouldn't see you this year."

“I’m a man of my word,” Fingel replied somewhat shamelessly. “The car arrived so late, has my social class been lowered again?”

"You've been downgraded to 'F'. You were downgraded from 'A' level, you've gone from heaven to hell."

The train conductor also looked quite moved; he had witnessed a legendary generation of Kassel College.

Fortunately, cotton is no longer picked by hand these days.

Fingel was quite optimistic, but his hellish jokes were clearly not getting any response.

Lu Mingfei's ticket swiped through the ticket machine, the green light lit up, and there was even cheerful music playing.

"Lu Mingfei?!" The train conductor looked at the information on the ticket machine, and his casual attitude just now immediately turned 180 degrees, looking at the young man carrying large bags and small packages in front of him as if he were a rare animal.

"I'm so sorry, there was a scheduling error. Your class is 'S', so theoretically you should have come riding Fingel."

Upon hearing this, Fingel's eyes widened. Had he gone from being a slave to being treated like livestock?

But what surprised him even more than that was Lu Mingfei's bloodline level.

"S-rank? Isn't only the principal an S-rank?"

"No, but the number is very small, basically one every few decades... huh?"

Before the train conductor could finish speaking, the cheerful bell rang again. His beautiful green eyes were filled with doubt as he looked Zhou Si and Lu Mingfei up and down.

"Two S-rank characters at once? Am I still dreaming?"

He wasn't the only one surprised. Zhou Si frowned as he looked at the bloodline level on the screen. Didn't Master Uesugi say he was assigned an A-level bloodline? How did it suddenly upgrade?

"My God, two S-level and two A-level, the person in charge of the dispatch system should really wash their head in the toilet."

The train conductor looked at the group of people in front of him with fear, and then his gaze toward Fingel became even stranger.

It's as if they're saying, 'How did you get here?'

"Brother, I know what you're trying to say."

Fingel clutched his chest, looking injured. He used to be an A-rank, after all.

After passing through the ticket gates, the group followed the train conductor onto the platform. The high-speed train was parked on the tracks, its headlights gleaming. The train was black, with a streamlined body and dazzling silver-white vine patterns unfolding on the black paint, making it look like a work of art.

Professor Guderian stood before the only open door, a smile on his face, as if he had been waiting for them for a long time.

As the train doors closed, the dark train disappeared into the night.