No wonder the disfigured man said it wasn't easy to find where he lived; in the dead of night, even with lanterns, you couldn't find it!
He had barely knocked once when another man's voice came from inside.
"Third Brother, is it you coming back?"
"It's me." The disfigured man's hoarse and broken voice was so distinctive that the person inside immediately opened the door to the tin house.
Wenyan and Shen Jingchuan were both familiar with this voice; it was indeed the Patrolman who had just used a deceptive strategy to lure the two thugs away.
He glanced several times behind Wenyan and the others, and asked the disfigured man with some concern.
"Those two guys didn't follow you here, did they? Damn it, they had me running hard just now, almost got hit by a car."
The disfigured man shook his head, and as light spilled out from the house, he lowered his head and pulled his hat down tighter.
