Instead of heading straight to his cabin, Yeomyeong walked around the train, familiarizing himself with the layout.
The cabins occupied by mercenaries, the café car, the shower car…
It was luxurious and spacious—more like a small hotel than a train—but it was still a train.
Given the narrow hallways and the staff constantly moving about, it’d be a miracle not to run into the CIA agent before reaching the LA Dimensional Gate.
No matter how he looked at it, the best option was to keep the Tears of Blood illusion over his face and stay low.
So much for a pleasant journey.
Just as that thought passed through his mind and his hand reached for his cabin door—
