C11 Murder by Accident

"What are you guys up to?" the ticket seller finally asked.

"Just sit tight, or you'll be next," Mr. Bi warned the ticket seller menacingly. He then surveyed the other passengers. "Anyone who thinks about calling the cops will get the same treatment."

While he was talking, the gang that had boarded the bus with him had already closed in.

The girl by the window hadn't expected them to actually cause trouble and had stealthily pulled out her phone.

But before she could dial, someone else started shouting desperately, "Call the police... someone call the police..."

Hearing the scream, the girl paused, then curiously put her phone away and turned to look at the source of the commotion.

It was Mr. Bi, the very person who had just been threatening everyone not to call the police.

The whole scene had unfolded clearly before everyone's eyes. Zhang Xiaolong had simply stood up, grabbed Mr. Bi, the ringleader, and flung him towards his cronies. They hadn't even had a chance to react before they were flattened like a stack of pancakes.

Mr. Bi was yelling for the police because he was on top of the pile, with Zhang Xiaolong's foot firmly planted on him.

From that moment, it was clear to the onlookers that although Zhang Xiaolong might not be a martial arts master like Jackie Chan, his strength was undoubtedly that of a Herculean powerhouse. The discomfort of being stepped on by him was palpable.

"I'm warning you, this is the city, and murder is a crime," Mr. Bi wailed, but when no one responded, he tried a different tactic to intimidate Zhang Xiaolong.

"You're the ignorant one. Even though I'm from the countryside, I know that murder is a crime anywhere. But don't worry, you're not close to dying yet," Zhang Xiaolong retorted as he lifted his foot off.

Mr. Bi quickly scrambled down from the heap and pointed at Zhang Xiaolong from a distance. "You think beating people isn't a crime? You'll be behind bars soon enough!"

"Really? I seem to recall a legal term called 'self-defense,'" Zhang Xiaolong replied nonchalantly as he sat back down. "Plus, you're carrying a knife. Don't assume we country folks are clueless."

"I can testify!" The girl by the window gave Zhang Xiaolong a grateful glance and declared with conviction, "They were the ones who started it. Even if there's any harm, you're not legally responsible."

"I can vouch for that too," the middle-aged man chimed in with support.

"You all looking to die, huh?" Mr. Bi, now furious and embarrassed, somehow produced a knife, "Brothers, take him down!"

Before he could even process what was happening, Mr. Bi was sent flying by Zhang Xiaolong. Although it seemed like a dire situation, he wasn't really hurt. He thought that with the knife in hand, he wouldn't need to fear the brute strength of that country boy and could easily deal with him.

His stab was quick, but he was holding back, accustomed to minor scuffles. After all, if he actually killed someone, he couldn't run from it.

Wielding the knife was just for show; the real threat was the punch that was meant to follow.

If that punch hit the opponent's nose or face, and the rest piled on, even a seasoned fighter would be overwhelmed by the flurry of blows. This was their usual tactic.

"Watch out!" The girl, vigilant throughout, saw the knife in play and cried out a warning to Zhang Xiaolong.

Without so much as a sideways glance, Zhang Xiaolong reached out and seized Mr. Bi's wrist, the one with the knife, and stood up, turning around with unruffled composure.

Thwarted by this immense force, Mr. Bi panicked, unable to deliver his intended punch. Yet, as a battle-hardened individual, he tried a kick aimed at Zhang Xiaolong's groin.

Zhang Xiaolong slightly furrowed his brow. Despite possessing the Dragon Controlling True Spell, he had never truly fought anyone nor intended to injure another. Surprised by the viciousness of the attack despite his restraint, he instinctively applied pressure, twisting the wrist.

A snapping sound echoed as Mr. Bi's wrist bone broke, and his body was propelled towards the car, crashing into the windshield.

"Murder!"

A piercing scream followed as Mr. Bi's body slowly slid down from the windshield, the crimson bloodstains leaving Zhang Xiaolong momentarily stunned and bewildered.

The scream came from the ticket seller who, despite her disdain for the rowdy troublemakers, was utterly petrified at the sight of one being killed.

The driver, equally shaken, braked abruptly to a stop but couldn't bring himself to look at Mr. Bi's injuries.

"This..." The girl by the window had removed her glasses, revealing her strikingly elegant face, now marked by a mix of anxiety and guilt—it was her actions that had sparked this incident.

"Quickly check on him," she urged, snapping Zhang Xiaolong out of his daze with a push.

Zhang Xiaolong sprang into action, cautiously placing his finger under Mr. Bi's nose, only to find his breathing faint, almost nonexistent, which left him feeling utterly lost.

From being the College Entrance Examination Top Scorer to a lightning-struck vegetative patient, and now, after awakening with the legacy of Shennong, he was on the brink of being branded a murderer just as he was planning to make his mark?

It all felt like a horrific dream, and he was lost in a haze.

The young girl, however, remained lucid. After checking for breath herself, she promptly prodded the driver, "We need to get him to a hospital for emergency treatment now, before it's too late. Is there a doctor on board, or anyone who knows first aid?"

Doctor?

The word jolted Zhang Xiaolong.

Great God Shennong was revered not only as the Deity of Agriculture but also of Medicine. Surely, no one would dispute Shennong being called a doctor. So, with Shennong's heritage and divine power now his own, didn't that make him a doctor too?

He had no medicine and hadn't really studied the field, having devoted most of his energy to mastering the Dragon Controlling True Spell. Yet, because of this focus, the divine power he drew from the Shennong Cauldron was now more potent than ever.

If divine power could effortlessly draw water from the earth, could it not also heal wounds?

With a tentative mindset, Zhang Xiaolong placed his hand on the gash on Mr. Bi's head. A barely visible glow emanated from his palm, infiltrating the injured man's body.

As soon as Zhang Xiaolong unleashed his divine power, he had an immediate and intimate understanding of Mr. Bi's internal condition. This divine power possessed an innate sentience, and upon entering Mr. Bi's body, it spontaneously began to mend the damaged blood vessels and tissues.

Drawing on his previous experience using divine power to dispel accumulated water, Xiaolong quickly gained control and cautiously set about repairing the injuries.

In reality, the healing process was remarkably swift. To onlookers, it appeared that Xiaolong merely touched Mr. Bi's forehead for a couple of minutes, yet the internal wounds were essentially fully restored.

Mindful of the incident involving the altered corn genes, Xiaolong was extra cautious this time. He meticulously withdrew all the divine power, ensuring everything was restored to its original state to avoid inadvertently creating a superhuman oddity.

"Let me check on the patient," someone abruptly offered.