Catastrophe Card King

“Clatter, clatter, clatter…”

The train started moving.

The ventilation holes finally brought in fresh air, making the smell much more pleasant.

The train cabin was heavily armored, making its speed not particularly fast, Leonard Churchill estimated it was only about fifty to sixty kilometers per hour.

If he jumped off the train, it probably wouldn’t kill him.

At this moment, it was chaos in the 15th cabin.

For the treasure hunters who risked their lives to earn money, there was no better entertainment than gambling and women.

“Come on, one more flower card and I’ll hit twenty!

“Bankrupt the dealer! Bankrupt the dealer! Bankrupt the dealer!

A table had been cleared for a high-spirited poker game with dozens of hunters gathered around it.

They were playing a card game, something similar to the Blackjack from his previous life.

Among the gamblers, Leonard Churchill, wearing a half-face gas mask, was placing his bets.

He was cursing when he lost money, and his face turned red with excitement when he won.

No matter whether they knew each other or not, as long as it involved money, the gamblers quickly became familiar with each other.

He had originally had no interest in this kind of petty gambling.

The reason he participated so enthusiastically was not only that he wanted to blend with the crowd but most importantly to disguise that he didn’t have a seat or companions, to avoid attracting attention.

As Leonard Churchill gambled, he observed his surroundings and set up some preventive measures in the meantime.

The cabin was very noisy.

The hunters’ conversations were filled not only with lewd jokes but also valuable bits of information.

And Leonard Churchill was listening with interest.

“Hey, Old Christ, I heard you got into a jackpot in an abandoned warehouse in

the Demon’s Crossing Eastern Suburbs a few days ago.”

-Ah, wouldn’t really call it a jackpot. It’s just nice to have some money to buy a good Breathing Method manual for my kid this time.”

“Uncle East, did you find the materials you needed for your Enforcer sequence transition?”

■■Found a piece, not too bad. I can transition after I get back.”

“Congrats in advance then, Uncle East. Now that you’re becoming a Curse Card

Master, remember to take care of us.”

“It’s still early. Only after the merge won’t lose control, then it can be considered as officially progressing to Curse Card Master.”

“Scar, I heard your Iron Axe Gang found a Rare Black Iron Demon Mark in that Alternate Dimension in the east zone yesterday?

“Tsk tsk, your info is accurate. Heart A – Light Knight, the mark also comes with a premium entry of an additional 15% on Flesh and Blood growth.”

“Wow, it has an additional entry? That’s amazing!

“It’s not that amazing. As soon as we got back to camp, a steward from Hansen

Commerce bought it for over a million.”

“Holy shit!”

“Hahaha…”

The hunters were chatting about their adventures in Demon’s Crossing, revealing a lot of information.

Listening silently, Leonard Churchill was gaining more and more understanding of this world.

“How the hell am I supposed to find them!”

Old Dog walked from the first cabin all the way to the back searching, and grumbled as he went along.

His Demon Markwas Spades 4 – Beast Walker, contracted to the Great Demon, Osir, and his Professional Sequence was geared towards Beast Transformation. Though the dog-headed beast transformation form wasn’t very intimidating, it provided him far superior olfactory sensation than humans.

Due to this ability, even though his combat power wasn’t strong, he managed to secure a job in the Blackwater Mercenary Group with a fixed salary.

Normally, he would do some recon and tracking jobs, which weren’t too dangerous.

Old Dog was quite satisfied with his position.

But this mission was really causing him a headache.

Find a male and a female among the thousands of people on the train?

He’s up shit creek!

The more sensitive his sense of smell was, the more he suffered on this tram.

After merely searching through eight carriages, he felt as though he was being suffocated by the stench.

Ordinary people could only smell the stink, but after his transformation, he could discern hundreds of different kinds of foul odors. From the smell of decaying food stuck between teeth to days-old body odor, to the smell of shit on people’s shoes, to the stench of viral infections…

But the smell was only part of the problem.

There were other issues that were even more frustrating!

Who in Sinless City didn’t have some kind of secret?

There were a lot of heavy hitters.

Even if the Blackwater Mercenary Group carried some weight, if they ticked off those guys, they’d still get beaten up.

The only slightly reliable piece of intel, however, was that their target was a Card Master Apprentice.

That did manage to narrow down the suspects significantly.

Old Dog felt that he was going to be suffocated.

He’d spent two hours going through just eight cabins, and although he found many suspicious people, none of them were the ones he was looking for.

There were still eight carriages left!

But his other teammates had also been through the carriages multiple times with no success, and the group leader was becoming more and more anxious. After muttering a curse, he didn’t dare to complain and continued searching forward.

Finally, he arrived at the fifteenth carriage.

Meanwhile, Leonard Churchill was still bustling about in the crowd, gambling enthusiastically.

He had, of course, noticed several groups of people passing by over the past few hours, all of whom seemed to be covertly searching for someone.

But all of them without exception ignored Leonard Churchill, submerged in the crowd of gamblers.

There were probably around four to five thousand people on the train, including quite a few solitary travelers; how easy could it be to find him who’d already blended in with the gamblers?

If he hadn’t been found by now, it meant that the information the other side had wasn’t much.

It seemed that this train ride would last another ten hours, and he would be much safer once he got off the train in a few more hours.

Leonard Churchill heaved a sigh of relief in his mind.

The reason he had chosen the fifteenth carriage was that it was near the tail end of the train.

He’d already checked it out; if he could get the key to the sixteenth cabin from the train administrator, he could open the rear door of that cabin and have the possibility of jumping off the train..