Chapter 730 Retribution

"Fine, whatever you say." Dean Rutgers glared at Aria. "There's no baby formula here. If you need it, go borrow it elsewhere."

Aria left immediately, as if terrified, but in reality, she was moving to take photos so she could better explain the situation to the train marshals onboard.

This was because she'd noticed something unsettling. It wasn't just this carriage that felt off; there were many women with babies in their arms, and they'd all boarded at midnight.

She had also noticed the tattoo on Dean's arm, a design only worn by criminals willing to risk their lives for money.

This wasn't something the train marshals could handle alone.

At least ten people in this carriage were under Dean's control. The middle-aged man with glasses, smoking between carriages, was in charge of keeping watch.

The men playing poker and drinking were only there to distract the authorities. Their rowdiness kept attention away from the women and their babies.

It was all part of a premeditated sc