High-Speed Rail Station Riot Incident

Yang Xiao's face stiffened as he looked at Toga Himiko. "Fine, but when we get back, your share of the money goes to me." With that, he picked up all the bags and strode ahead. Honestly, carrying this stuff was no problem for him—it felt light as a feather.

But he just couldn't stand Toga's condescending attitude. Watching her squirm was pure satisfaction, so he spoke his mind. He wasn't about to coddle this princess.

"You!" Toga fumed. "Are you threatening me?"

Yang Xiao stopped, glanced back at her, and said, "How would I dare?" Then he turned and kept walking.

"So mad! I just want to make him bleed!" Toga puffed up with anger. She itched to draw some of Yang Xiao's blood, but then decided it wasn't worth it. Huffing, she ran ahead and snatched one of the bags from his hands.

"I'll carry this one. You take the rest. And don't even think about taking my share!" Toga stormed off without a glance back.

Yang Xiao couldn't help but grin. This little Toga had a temper that needed reining in. Seeing her stew now made him happy.

They walked one after the other along the road in silence, not a word exchanged. Around them, birds chirped and insects hummed. Fields stretched out as far as the eye could see, giving Yang Xiao a surreal, almost nostalgic feeling.

Honestly, this kind of leisurely life was nice. He didn't want to fight. In this world, having enough strength to protect himself and living in peace was a joy.

But Yang Xiao knew things wouldn't go according to his wishes. Life would play out through ups and downs, and he'd have to face the results. He had to fight, had to grow stronger. Only by becoming the strongest could he truly live in peace.

Before reaching that peak, these quiet days were a rare treasure. Yang Xiao cherished these few months to settle himself.

"Can you walk any slower?" Toga snapped, noticing the gap between them widening. What was he even doing back there?

"Did you get a ride?" Yang Xiao called out to her ahead.

"No!" Toga turned her head and kept walking. She had been trying to hail a cab, but cars were scarce out here. They'd have to walk a while longer before one showed up.

Getting a cab from the city to this place was easy enough, but hailing one from the sticks back out was a pain.

Just as Toga was getting impatient, a car finally came. She tossed Mr. Shi's local specialties into the trunk and hopped into the passenger seat.

Yang Xiao moved fast this time. He dashed to the trunk, threw in the rest of the goods, and slid into the back seat.

"Anyone else?" The driver glanced back at Yang Xiao.

"No, let's go," Yang Xiao nodded.

Toga had wanted to tell the driver to take off without him, but Yang Xiao had been quicker than she expected, hopping in before she could make him suffer a bit.

The driver didn't say much, just started the engine and drove off. Unlike the last driver, this one was quiet, focused on the road. He didn't care why Yang Xiao and Toga weren't chatting—it wasn't his business.

The ride was silent until they reached the high-speed rail station. Yang Xiao paid and caught up to Toga, who had nearly lost him.

"Hey, slow down a bit, sis?" Yang Xiao said with a wry smile, his hands full of bags. The station was packed, and Toga's brisk pace could easily shake him off.

"Aren't you the one who said to hurry?" Toga felt a little smug seeing Yang Xiao out of breath, but she knew better than to actually lose him. The Problem Solver matter was still the top priority.

Yang Xiao hadn't expected her to throw his words back at him. He pulled out his phone, checked the time, and sighed. "It's been less than two hours. No need to rush."

"Save the chatter. Go get the tickets," Toga ordered, one hand on her hip, the other holding a juice box.

"Fine... I'll go." Yang Xiao had learned his lesson. This girl had a strong vengeful streak. He'd better play nice from now on, or he'd just be asking for trouble.

Toga waited at the entrance for over ten minutes before Yang Xiao emerged. The line for tickets had been long, and with all his bags, people kept pointing and whispering.

"Let's head to the waiting room." Yang Xiao had lost the energy to bicker. He just wanted to sit down and rest.

Toga didn't push it this time. She knew the station was crowded, and with all his luggage, getting the tickets in ten minutes was already decent.

After passing through security, they found an empty spot to sit—though Toga made sure to keep several seats between them.

Yang Xiao set the local specialties beside him and leaned back lazily. Just then, Toga came over with her bag. "Put this one with yours. I'm going to grab some food... Keep an eye on it, okay?"

"Go ahead, go ahead~" Yang Xiao wanted to get something to eat too, but Toga was too fast. He'd have to rest a bit before wandering around.

Toga walked off smugly. The station had plenty of shops, mostly food stalls, along with some local specialties and gifts.

The waiting room was packed. Yang Xiao pulled the bags closer to himself. Times were unstable, and he didn't want anything stolen before they could leave.

Just as his stomach started to growl, he thought about checking out the food options nearby—when a loud bang echoed from not far away.

"Boom!"

Black smoke billowed out from the second-floor waiting area. Yang Xiao knew the inevitable had finally come. This was one of those random outbursts—could happen anytime, could be put down anytime.

Incidents like this were everywhere. Ever since Quirks started being abused, violence had never stopped. In fact, it only got worse.

That was one reason Pro Heroes existed.

"All of you, die! Think you're so high and mighty? Think I'm beneath you?!" A furious roar came from the second floor, mixed with sobbing from within the smoke.

On the first floor, nearly everyone panicked and fled. Only a few stayed calm.

The railway authorities had police and dedicated Pro Heroes on duty. At the sound of the alarm, they rushed over.

Yang Xiao picked up the bags and found a spot behind a stone pillar—safe enough to observe the criminal.

In the chaos, he didn't see Toga, but he wasn't worried. That little girl was tough. Her Physical Combat might be average, but she had plenty of survival instincts. She'd be fine.

On the second floor, the black smoke slowly cleared, revealing a man nearly six-foot-three. His right hand had transformed into something like a gatling gun—a tube-shaped rotary weapon. Yang Xiao didn't need to guess; that was probably his Quirk.

No way a real weapon like that would pass security. Only a Quirk like this could slip through.