Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

The opponent was completely disoriented and lost their rhythm, and was swept aside in less than twenty minutes.

With five wins out of five, the young man's account successfully advanced to the rank he had always dreamed of.

He held his phone, looking at the brand-new rank icon, and was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.

The few young people who had gathered around were completely convinced and started chattering away:

"Wow, you're absolutely professional level! No, even professionals aren't this steady!"

"This consciousness is terrifying, it's like having the whole map open!"

"Hey bro, how did you learn to do that? Teach me!"

Hehehe...

Hey Hey……

Zhang Qiliang handed the phone back to the still dazed young man, saying, "Luck, luck."

The brief excitement and focus brought by the game faded, but the atmosphere in the corner did not cool down.

The young man, named Xiao Hao, along with two other young men, a bespectacled man named A Wen and a man with a buzz cut named Gang Zi, plus a female student named Xiao Ya who joined in later, and a middle-aged man named Lao Liang who had been silently watching, formed a temporary little circle as if they had witnessed a miracle together.

"Hey bro, wanna smoke?" Gangzi eagerly handed over a box of unopened Blue Tower cigarettes.

"No, thank you." Zhang Qiliang waved his hand.

"Let's have some potato chips! I just bought them!" Xiao Hao quickly pulled out a large bag of barbecue-flavored potato chips from his bulging backpack, tore it open with a rip, and the aroma of spices immediately filled the air.

"And spicy strips!" Awen also contributed his own reserves.

Xiaoya took out a few individually wrapped chocolates and whispered, "To replenish my energy..."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Zhang Qiliang took a potato chip and slowly chewed it.

The others also grabbed snacks and gathered around Zhang Qiliang, naturally discussing the incredible games they had just played.

"Hey bro, how exactly do you execute that triangle kill combo with Yuan Ge? I've been practicing for ages and I still can't get it right..."

"Taiyi Zhenren's timing for resurrection was absolutely perfect. How did you calculate it so accurately?"

"Luna's combos are making my eyes blur. How fast must her hands be?"

One question after another, filled with curiosity and longing.

Zhang Qiliang tried his best to answer, but most of the time he just smiled and said, "You'll get the feel for it with more practice."

This did not dampen everyone's enthusiasm; on the contrary, it added to the mystery.

Old Liang doesn't play games much anymore, but he listened with great interest, occasionally interjecting with questions like "This game is getting more and more popular" or "Young people react so quickly."

The carriage gradually brightened, and the scenery outside the window changed from a hazy gray-blue to clear fields and hills.

Passengers gradually woke up, washed up, and made instant noodles, filling the carriage with various sounds and smells once again.

The train announcement came on again, saying that the train would be stopping at a small station soon.

The car gradually slowed down and eventually came to a steady stop.

There were some passengers getting on and off the train on the platform, but not many.

A few minutes later, the whistle sounded, and the train started again, slowly accelerating.

Shortly after the train resumed running smoothly, a commotion arose from the other end of the carriage, near the connecting area.

"My mother is so old and in poor health. What's wrong with her sitting down for a while? Don't you know what it means to respect the elderly and care for the young? Don't you have any compassion?"

"Young lady, we only have three more stops to go, it's not far. Could you try to hang in there a little longer, or ask the flight attendant if there's any other way? I have a bad spine, and the doctor has repeatedly warned me not to stand for long periods..."

"Can't you understand human language? It's just a few dozen yuan, right? How much is this seat? I'll pay you back, okay? Double! Triple, whatever! Don't give me this 'ticket' nonsense!"

Interspersed between these two voices was a bewildered female voice:

"But...this is my seat..."

"I...I specifically kept an eye on my phone, waiting until the system released tickets at midnight before I could buy them..."

The immature voice, tinged with tears, sounded particularly powerless under the aggressive tone.

58 White shirt

The arguing broke the silence in the carriage, drawing the attention of many people.

It was a young girl dragging a huge suitcase, almost half her height, bulging and with faded baggage tags still attached to the outside.

She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, her ponytail was a little loose, and her face showed the fatigue of a long trip, as well as a strong sense of helplessness and grievance.

Standing in the aisle next to her seat, her body appeared even more cramped because she was so close to her suitcase. One hand gripped the suitcase handle tightly, while the other clutched a crumpled train ticket.

The woman occupying her seat was an elderly woman who looked to be in her sixties. She was wearing a silk blouse, had her hair permed into small curls, and had no expression on her face. She simply sat there steadily, gazing out the window.

The one speaking now is another woman sitting right next to the old lady. She is around forty years old and her eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to the old lady's, but her appearance is more shrewd and capable, and her voice is surprisingly loud.

“My mother is so old, her spine is bad, and her heart is uncomfortable. What’s wrong with her sitting down for a while? You young girl, you’re so young, will standing for a while cause you to lose a piece of flesh? Don’t you know what it means to respect the elderly and care for the young? Don’t you have any basic public morality and compassion?” The middle-aged woman spoke rapidly, her spittle almost spraying onto the girl’s face, and she pointed her finger, exuding an imposing aura.

The barrage of questions forced the girl to take a half-step back, her back hitting her suitcase. Her voice trailed off as she said, "I...I didn't stop you from sitting here...but this is my seat, I bought a ticket...and I'm really tired, my suitcase is so heavy..."

The girl looked around pleadingly.

A middle-aged man who looked like he was on a business trip next to him had been dozing by the window. He opened his eyes slightly, frowned, glanced at the man, and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he turned his gaze away, closed his eyes again, and shrank back a little.

A boy who looked like a student, who was diagonally opposite, was also attracted by the argument. He took off one earphone and listened for a few minutes. His face showed obvious disgust, and he looked at the mother and daughter who were occupying the seat with a very unfriendly gaze. However, he didn't seem to want to cause trouble. He just muttered to his companion, "This is really bad."

"There was no one here when we came up!" the woman with the wavy hair scoffed, interrupting her. "Empty seats are first come, first served, it's only fair! You're late, whose fault is that?"

"I...I wasn't late, I bought it from this station..." The girl's eyes were already red.

"Tsk tsk, so what if you're carrying a big suitcase?" The woman changed the subject quickly, rolling her eyes as she did so. "You know you're blocking the way? You have no sense of public decency at all! Everyone, be the judge, is it her suitcase that's in the way, or is it wrong for us to sit in an empty seat?"

An elderly man reading a newspaper next to him looked up, frowned, and hesitated to speak.

A mother holding a child across from me quietly moved aside to avoid a potential conflict.

"Some young people these days, I don't know if they've studied well or not, they don't understand manners at all. Have they learned all the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young? I bet you're a student too, right? Is this how your teachers taught you? Fighting with the elderly for seats?"

"I didn't steal it..."

"If you're not going to grab it, get out of the way! Don't get in my way!" The woman waved her hand impatiently. "Either you hold onto your precious suitcase and stand there, or find somewhere else! If you keep nagging, you'll disturb my mother's rest. If her heart condition gets a little upset, can you take responsibility for that?!"

The girl was completely speechless and could only bite her lip tightly to stop her tears from falling.

Just as the situation reached a stalemate, a flight attendant wearing a navy blue uniform and pushing a vending cart happened to pass by.

Seeing a lifeline, the girl quickly mustered her courage: "Hello...this is my seat..."

She gave the old lady sitting calmly opposite her a fearful look.

The flight attendant stopped, looked at the girl, then at the elderly woman and the middle-aged woman in the seats, and roughly understood what was going on.

There are far too many cases like this.

"Excuse me, ma'am," the flight attendant said, turning to the elderly woman, "it seems you are occupying another passenger's seat. Please get up and give it to them, or show your ticket for verification."

"What do you mean 'occupied'?!" Before the old lady could even speak, her daughter, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately bristled. "When we came up, this seat was clearly empty! We sat down first!"

The flight attendant's gaze shifted to the more troublesome woman: "Well then, ma'am, please show me your ticket and this elderly man's ticket."

"No need to show anything!" The woman tilted her head back, her neck stiff. "When my mother and I came up, there was no one here! Can't we sit in the empty seats?"

"You bought a standing ticket?"

"What standing ticket!" the woman retorted loudly, as if insulted. "I checked the regulations! It's a ticket without a seat, a ticket without a designated seat, it's not a 'standing ticket'! It means you can sit anywhere in the carriage that's empty!"

"I'm sorry, it was a slip of the tongue." The flight attendant readily admitted this, but when it came to the rules, he was all too familiar with them. "You should also know the rules: when a passenger with a ticket for this seat boards the train, you are required to give up your seat."

“No problem!” The woman raised her chin slightly. “Then find me and my mom seats now. Once you find them, we’ll give up our seats immediately. We’re not unreasonable people.”

As she spoke, she casually took out her phone; the screen was lit up, and the camera was pointed at the flight attendant's face.

Meanwhile, several passengers who had already been drawn to the argument quietly raised their phones, focusing their cameras on the small scene of conflict.

"..." The familiar headache struck again; it looks like there won't be any peace and quiet on this bus today.

Suppressing her frustration, the flight attendant tried to reason with her: "Madam, I can help you find a seat later, but for now, you should give up your seat so that the passenger with a valid ticket can exercise her right to the ticket."

"What about my legitimate rights?!" The woman's voice rose again, the phone almost shoved under the attendant's nose. "My mother is so old and in poor health, who will protect our rights? Is this how your railway department serves passengers? Are you bullying us old, weak, women, and children?"

Fuck you! Another day I'm thinking of quitting my job... no, I'm thinking of dying!

"Madam, please calm down. If you continue to occupy the seat, obstructing other passengers and disrupting train order, I will need to call my superiors to handle the situation."

"Scream! Scream right now!" The woman wasn't intimidated at all. "I don't believe it! What kind of leader wouldn't follow the Ministry of Railways' regulations?!"

Helpless, the flight attendant picked up the walkie-talkie on her shoulder, lowered her voice, and quickly reported the situation.

A few minutes later, the train conductor rushed over.

He quickly glanced at the scene: a crying, helpless girl, an overbearing woman, a seated old lady, and a group of passengers holding up their phones.

The situation is more complicated than expected, especially with those phone cameras.

The train conductor first tried to communicate with the woman, but she was unmoved. She kept repeating the same old logic: "first come, first served," "the elderly need care," and "railway regulations." Her mother, on the other hand, sat there like a Buddha, not even lifting her eyelids.

When communication failed, the train conductor's face darkened: "Madam, if you continue to ignore our advice, insist on occupying other people's seats and disrupting order, we will have no choice but to ask the train police to handle the matter according to the law. Please consider the consequences carefully."

"You shout!"

"..." Speechless, the train conductor glared at the attendant: Damn it, you don't know how to handle things at all. It's just finding a seat.

If you don't want to switch those two bitches, then don't switch them. Just find a place for the young girl next to you, right?

Now that so many phones are pointed at me, how am I supposed to speak properly!

While cursing under his breath, the train conductor picked up the walkie-talkie and reported the situation to the train police duty room, requesting backup.

After hearing the explanation, a straightforward reply came from the other end of the walkie-talkie: "Received, we'll be right there to handle it."

The train conductor found it a bit strange; the voice on the walkie-talkie sounded somewhat unfamiliar.

The train police arrived much faster than the train conductor!

In just about a minute, the door at the connection between the carriages was opened.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the surrounding passengers, a long line of uniformed passengers filed in.

Yes, a long line.

At least ten people.

"Wait...is it really necessary?!" The woman exclaimed in shock, quickly grabbing her mother's hand and standing up to walk towards the other carriage: "Make way, make way, we'll make way now..."

"Stand still!" a stern shout rang out.

Everyone looked over and saw a man in uniform with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a dignified expression speaking.

"Holy crap..." Old Liang, standing next to Zhang Qiliang, almost had his eyes pop out of their sockets: "White shirt!"

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Inside the carriage, the air seemed to freeze.

The stern shout was like a heavy hammer blow, instantly freezing the previously boisterous woman in place.

The uniformed men had already approached.

Their movements were clean and efficient, demonstrating their training. Two people quickly took their positions at the connecting area between the carriages, their eyes scanning the entire area. Three people stood in a fan shape behind the white-shirted man, their hands hanging naturally at their sides, but their posture was ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time. Two other people had already moved to the side and behind the mother and daughter who had occupied the seats, maintaining just the right distance, forming an encirclement without appearing overly oppressive.

These people are tall and straight, with sharp eyes and an almost rigid posture, completely different from the relaxed atmosphere of ordinary patrol teams on daily patrols. They are dressed in uniform dark duty uniforms, complete with shoulder patches, armbands, and equipment belts.

What's most striking are their boots—dark combat boots with thick soles that make a steady, rhythmic thud when they step on the truck floor, each step carrying a sense of pressure.

Not to mention how surprised the passengers were, even the train conductor was shocked by the scene.

When did so many... personnel of this rank arrive on the vehicle?

As the train conductor, he hadn't received any notification whatsoever!

Even more outrageous is that the man in the white shirt personally led the team to handle the seat-hogging dispute?

The situation was completely under control within seconds.

The passengers who had been taking pictures with their phones earlier were now silent and quietly put their phones down.

The man in the white shirt fixed his gaze on the woman with the wavy hair: "It was you who disturbed public order?"

"No...no, no!" The woman's face was deathly pale, her arrogance completely gone. She tried to force a smile, but it looked worse than a grimace. "I...we were just joking...it was just...just a joke..."

The man in the white shirt turned his gaze to the girl dragging her suitcase, his tone serious: "Are you joking with her?"