"Come!" Zhong Liuchuan carried the man into an empty house with one hand. It was as if he was carrying a rat. He moved very quickly.
He didn't just stay with his sister while she was having treatment. He often walked around the village to familiarize himself with everything in it.
Zhong Liuchuan knew exactly how many people resided in the village, how many dogs were there, which houses were not occupied, the roads, and the entrances and exits to the hills around. He was even familiar with the villages nearby.
He took the masked man to a vacant old house, which was located far from the center of the village. The house was halfway on Dongshan Hill. It had been vacant for a long time.
Zhong Liuchuan threw the man onto the ground.
Crack! Crack! The man's dislocated shoulder and jaw were back in place.
Zhong Liuchuan was very good at what he was doing. Obviously, he had done it thousands of times.