Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 331 - 226_2

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 someone else.

He grimaced in pain with a sharp intake of breath and mumbled:

"Ouch, Brother Cheng, take it easy, it really hurts!"

Just moments ago he had the fearless demeanor 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 blame me if it gets messed 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 same old state, no improvement.

The laughter of everyone echoed in the clinic, momentarily 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 movements 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 some of his earlier bragging bravado, and continued:

"I just remember 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 someone got close, it’d make their hair stand on end..."

"I heard that at the end of last year, here on Old Factory Street, someone 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, mentioning with some confusion.

"Talking about that incident, I also know, it almost became an urban legend around Jiangbei."

Another punk, upon hearing this, immediately 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 time, 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 time 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 come down to exorcise the fiend."

Someone else chimed in with a voice carrying a bit of reverence:

"Don’t know if it’s true, anyway, my grandma placed an idol at home, burning incense all day, muttering prayers, asking the True Monarch for safety, maybe it really was a deity come 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 came 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 extremely tragic scream.

It turned out Fang Cheng was making the final bone setting adjustments 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 home and stop fighting, take care of it, if you mess 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 become 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 message appeared before his eyes.

[Congratulations, through relentless efforts, your Skill has reached Expert Level]

[Bone Setting Level 1 (0/250)]

[Received Enhancement Reward, Skill Effect "Seal"]

[During Bone Setting Treatment, can help alleviate pain in bone injury sites, seal and solidify them, ensuring normal movement ability in a short time]