As the trafficker spoke, the hand holding the knife twitched, moving much closer to Shen Nian's neck. If he moved it just a fraction closer, the blade would instantly slice through her throat.
"Don't do anything rash! We won't move. Just take it easy!"
Seeing the trafficker had actually pulled a knife, the men across from him grew frantic. They couldn't just watch him kill someone in front of them, especially not when the hostage was the good Samaritan who had reported the crime in the first place.
"All of you, back up! Get off the train!"
This wasn't the final station; the train would be moving on soon.
The trafficker was well aware that he had no chance of escaping on the train. His first priority was to get off and then figure out his next move.
'Anyway, I have a hostage,' he thought. 'I bet these cops won't dare to touch me!'
"Fall back."
