Lin Ye lay on the edge of the platform, slowly soaking up the blood in his mouth with his sleeve. Before the next train arrived, he wasn't planning to make any noise.

The burly man was still struggling in the passageway. Listening to his weak breathing, Lin Ye felt a sense of peace, like listening to the rain at home. As long as the man wasn't dead, the conductor wouldn't appear.

Of course, this situation wouldn't last long. The man would soon die, and when the conductor appeared, it would be Lin Ye's death sentence.

Moreover, Lin Ye was in terrible shape, his entire body suffering continuous damage, with some fragile organs on the verge of failure.