Countryside Magic Doctor

At the crossroads of HuDong Town.

After waiting for a long time, Hee Feng and his sister finally got on a bus to the county city.

A bus in a small place has one characteristic.

The driver would not leave the car unless the car was full and the passengers didn't have enough tickets to pay for the round trip.

He had to wait until the bus was full before he could start.

Although this would guarantee the bus's profit, it was a painful thing for the passengers.

After all, there were differences in time to wait. For people who were in a hurry to do something, an hour or two was more than enough for them to curse.

No one knew what happened to Hee Feng and his sister's luck, to the point that even the water in the water was stuffed into their mouths.

After getting on, they waited for half an hour, but the bus still stopped there, waiting for the passengers to get on.

The bored driver had already fallen asleep, snoring loudly.

Hee Feng was also anxious and could not help but ask: "Lingling, is this usual?"

"Yes, big brother. The main thing is that we got a lift today, so we didn't have to spend the time to start the journey. Usually, when I get here, the cars will be here soon."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Hee Feng laughed.

Then, he stood up and went to buy some food, and passed it to Hee Lingling: "Lingling, if you have nothing else to do, eat some."

"Yes."

"..."

After waiting for a long time, the car was finally packed with people.

The worn-out Chinese bus started up with a creak as the driver, who had just woken up, drove off.

Hee Feng, who had been tormented to the point of mental exhaustion, revealed a long-awaited smile.

"I can be considered to be driving a car."

"Cough cough!" Cough cough! " Hee Lingling coughed continuously.

"What's wrong? Lingling. " Hee Feng asked in concern.

Hee Lingling raised her head, looked at the middle-aged man who was in front of him devouring the clouds and mist, and then looked at Hee Feng.

Seeing that, Hee Feng was enraged.

This is a bus, public place, how can you smoke?

Thus, he reminded the driver, "Driver, there are people smoking in the car, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Kid, who are you talking about?" The middle-aged man sitting in front turned his head and said in disdain.

The tough looking man was so scared that Hee Lingling immediately pulled on Hee Feng's sleeve, signalling him not to move, in case he suffered a loss.

When he saw this, that middle-aged man became even more arrogant as he scolded: "Brat, your father is going to smoke now, what the fuck can you do to me?"

As he spoke, he took a few more deep breaths.

Just then, the driver looked like he couldn't take it anymore, he turned his head and shouted, "Hey! Don't look for trouble. Smoking is not allowed on this bus. "

At this time, the middle-aged man frowned. His face was twisted as he cursed, "None of your business. Drive properly, or else I'll be as good as you ever are."

With that, he stood up and walked to Hee Feng's side.

"Kid, get up." The middle-aged man said arrogantly.

The passengers in the vicinity also turned their heads away, as if they could not see anything.

"Brat, the girl beside you is not bad, let laozi play, laozi will let you go." The middle-aged man said.

In fact, he had long since noticed Hee Lingling at Hee Feng's side and wanted to find a reason to take advantage of him.

"What did you say?" Hee Feng's gaze turned cold as he asked with an ice-cold voice.

His eyes were like daggers as they stared at the middle-aged man.

The middle aged man was shocked by Hee Feng's cold gaze, but in the next moment he had his hand on Hee Feng's shoulder.

What a joke, just the terrifying look in your eyes is enough to make you proud. Do you think you're Xie Wendong!?

But when he prepared to use all his strength to drag Hee Feng out.

The middle-aged man finally realized that something was amiss.

Even if he used all of his strength, the muscles in his arms creaked, but he still could not move a single inch of Hee Feng's body.

This was … a hard idea. The middle-aged man's heart was filled with fear, and he was prepared to take back his greasy hand.

But how could Hee Feng do as he wished?

A dragon has a reverse scale, whoever touches it will die.

Hee Lingling, Chen Guixiang and her family were the reverse scale of Hee Feng.

If the middle aged man said that he wanted to take care of Hee Feng himself, Hee Feng would at most take care of him, but if he wanted to take care of his family.

Then, Hee Feng would let him have a taste of what it felt like to die.

For the first time, killing intent surfaced in Hee Feng's mind.

With a crack, Hee Feng's hand grabbed the middle-aged man's dirty and disgusting claws.

As the sound of the bone breaking was heard, the middle-aged man slowly started to scream; it was extremely horrifying.

After that, Hee Feng got up, grabbed the middle-aged man's broken hand, and twisted it with force. Crack, crack, his entire arm was twisted by Hee Feng.

This arm could be considered crippled.

A comminuted fracture was a bone fracture of the highest grade in the German orthopaedics department, yet it still lacked the strength to turn the situation around.

And then, under the middle-aged man's fearful eyes, Hee Feng kicked his chest. The middle aged man's chest immediately caved in.

He collapsed in the aisle of the car and breathed out much more. He seemed to be short of breath.

"Brother, run, run!" Seeing the scene before his eyes, Hee Lingling, who had yet to react from the great shock, could not help but shout.

She felt that if her brother didn't run after killing someone, he would be shot.

"No need." Hee Feng said indifferently.

Then he took a deep breath and said to the driver, "Continue driving, go to the police station."

With that, he sat down on the carriage and started to console Hee Lingling who was still in shock.

"Lingling, it's okay, it's really okay."

"..."

The driver was very obedient, and the passengers were very cooperative. The bus headed towards the police station at his fastest speed.

However, no one in the car dared to pull out their cell phone to call the police.

Other than Hee Feng and Hee Lingling.

Almost everyone was sweating and shaking in nervousness.

They were worried that Hee Feng, the God of Slaughter, would start a massacre.

The middle-aged man was already dead. He was as dead as he could be.

The corpse was lying in the aisle of the car and blood was still coming out of its mouth like a fountain. Such a miserable sight was enough to frighten anyone.

It was due to the increasing speed of the driver.

The bus arrived at the police station in less than half an hour.

Under Hee Feng's orders, they rushed to the courtyard of the police station and stopped.

Afterwards, the driver looked at Hee Feng, trembling.

"Get out." Hee Feng said calmly, as though the person who killed was someone else and not him.

he said.

The driver hastily opened the door.

After that, the passengers in the car scrambled out of the car.

Some even directly jumped down from the windows.

The passengers who climbed down first, upon seeing the police officers rushing from all directions, immediately started crying as if they had received a new life.

Then, he shouted to the police who had rushed over, "Someone has killed someone! It's in the car! In the car!"

Hearing this, the police immediately reacted as if they were facing a great enemy.

Some called for reinforcements, others went back to the station for weapons.

For a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic.