The punk with a cigarette in his mouth was getting more and more animated, waving his hand in the air while completely forgetting his other arm was being set by soone else.
He grimaced in pain with a sharp intake of breath and mumbled:
"Ouch, Brother Cheng, take it easy, it really hurts!"
Just monts ago he had the fearless deanor of a street thug, but now he suddenly softened like a delicate young lady.
His voice was shrill, with a hint of coquettishness, totally unlike before.
Hearing this whiny tone suddenly, Fang Cheng paused his actions, glanced at him with a face full of disdain and speechlessness.
"Bear with it, stop moving around, or don’t bla if it gets ssed up permanently."
The few punks nearby laughed on seeing this:
"Brother Fei, Master Fang’s Rejuvenating hands are way gentler compared to that assassin, stop howling."
This guy ran off to the countryside to lay low two months ago, and now he’s back, still the sa old state, no improvent.
The laughter of everyone echoed in the clinic, montarily easing the tension about the mysterious assassin that had filled the air earlier.
Just then, the man sitting by the door in a gray trench coat suddenly interjected, asking:
"What did that person look like?"
His voice was low, yet carried an unmistakable penetration that instantly drew everyone’s attention.
Only then did those punks realize there was a man in the corner who had been silent all along, speaking up now.
Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed, he also looked at the man, his expression unchanged.
He just slightly slowed his hand movents as if waiting for Brother Fei’s response too.
"It was too dark then, I didn’t see clearly."
Brother Fei cleared his throat, regaining so of his earlier bragging bravado, and continued:
"I just rember the assassin wearing a white mask, and his eyes were blood-red, just like two red lanterns in the dark night, really creepy, like a spook from Hell."
"The aura of death was overflowing, if soone got close, it’d make their hair stand on end..."
"I heard that at the end of last year, here on Old Factory Street, soone killed a gorilla that ran out from a lab, that person also wore a white mask and had red eyes."
A local punk followed up, ntioning with so confusion.
"Talking about that incident, I also know, it almost beca an urban legend around Jiangbei."
Another punk, upon hearing this, imdiately jumped in, vividly describing:
"It’s said that the gorilla was incredibly strong, rampaging around, smashing the cars and house windows on the street in the middle of the night, injuring many people."
"If it weren’t for that hero stepping in in ti, the whole street’s residents would have suffered, then the cops would definitely lock down this area, everyone would have been living with their hearts in their throats."
"Yes, yes, at the ti it was spreading wildly, saying that thing wasn’t actually a gorilla, but a man-eating monster, and that hero was the Demon Suppressing True Monarch co down to exorcise the fiend."
Soone else chid in with a voice carrying a bit of reverence:
"Don’t know if it’s true, anyway, my grandma placed an idol at ho, burning incense all day, muttering prayers, asking the True Monarch for safety, maybe it really was a deity co down."
"That’s right, that’s him!"
Seeing that his bullshitting had so many people corroborating, Brother Fei instantly gained more pride, his back straightening a bit more.
Then, he lowered his voice mysteriously:
"Humph, maybe that hero is lurking among us, he doesn’t just slay monsters, anyone with plenty of evil deeds, once targeted by him, will have no good end, everyone be careful not to run into him, beware of the rat’s tail juice."
While saying that, he deliberately widened his eyes, scanning around to set the mood.
Everyone instinctively shrank their necks, just feeling a chill all over.
Then they ca back to their senses.
We are just low-level punks, usually only involved in petty thefts or small brawls, how much bad could we possibly do?
The ones who should be worried are those big shots living the high life, having everything at their beck and call.
Thinking of this, a feeling of random anticipation rose in their hearts.
It’s as if they’re all hoping for that hero to descend with justice, wiping out all the big-shots upstairs, so they could take their place.
"Ah—"
Just then, Brother Fei suddenly let out an extrely tragic scream.
It turned out Fang Cheng was making the final bone setting adjustnts with him.
"Done."
Fang Cheng straightened up, lightly flexed his wrist, and looking at the sweat-drenched Brother Fei, cautioned:
"Your arm is fixed for now, go ho and stop fighting, take care of it, if you ss it up again, no deity would be able to save you."
The tone had an undeniable professional air.
Brother Fei quickly nodded, promising repeatedly to turn over a new leaf and beco a model youth, not forgetting to thank him.
Fang Cheng ignored this empty talker, and then directed his attention to the panel flashing with light.
A prompt ssage appeared before his eyes.
[Congratulations, through relentless efforts, your Skill has reached Expert Level]
[Bone Setting Level 1 (0/250)]
[Received Enhancent Reward, Skill Effect "Seal"]
[During Bone Setting Treatnt, can help alleviate pain in bone injury sites, seal and solidify them, ensuring normal movent ability in a short ti]
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