Two days later, Shang Biao and Lao Dao took advantage of the darkness to disembark at a port in Yangcheng.

"The development of the country is really changing with each passing day, and when I left that year, the neighborhood was still barren, except for a few dilapidated fishing boats docked on the seaside, there was no human population at all, which was as brilliant as it is now."

Lao Dao looked at the colorful neon lights not far away, and was full of emotion.

"Uncle Shi, someone is here."

Shang Biao saw that Lao Dao's thoughts were drifting, and reminded him.

"Well, this dog's nose is really smart, it seems that Paison's auction was noticed by the people of the security team.

Let's go, Cheng You's old thing's place of residence is still a little far from here. ”

Lao Dao glanced at the direction of the comer, and Shang Biao quickly disappeared.

"Boss, what should I do, I didn't intercept anyone!"

Shortly after they disappeared, three figures in uniform black appeared where Shang Biao had stopped just now.

"Well, let me think about it, there seems to be a good seafood porridge around here, Xiao Wu, you have a treat, let's go try it!"

The man at the head rubbed off a grain of eye feces, and said lazily with a long snort.

"Boss, why am I having a treat again? And it doesn't matter if you have a treat, but now is the time for supper, those two very dangerous guys have been lost by us!

No, we didn't follow anyone at all, and we didn't even see a figure, so how can we explain to the boss when we go back! ”

"Anla, I didn't see that Brother Zhou still had the heart to eat supper, so I definitely didn't worry about the boss's accountability. Xiao Wu, you just joined our security group and some things are still unclear, teach you to be a good person, and when you see Brother Zhou like this in the future, you can rest assured that you should eat and drink. ”

The other person patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder, and there was also a relaxed smile on his face.

"Or Xiaochun understands me, will I pit you, Ma slip some snacks and go for supper."

The man in the lead took out his mobile phone, sent a message, and walked away with two of his men.

In an office in a building in the center of Yangcheng, an old man in a silk coat glanced at the message displayed on his mobile phone and clicked to delete it.

"Director, just let the 'ghost thunder' enter the country without taking measures, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the headquarters to explain, right?"

"Who said that no measures were taken, didn't you let you inform the Qingwei faction?"

"But~"

"Okay, these two people have a Qingwei faction to solve, let's not cause trouble. This world is not as peaceful as you think, the responsibility of our security team is security, as long as the 'ghost thunder' guy doesn't make too much trouble, don't worry about it.

That old thing is now barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, and has not returned to China for decades, and this time he suddenly appeared, probably to settle past grievances.

There is also the young man who can't investigate the history, hehe, it is estimated that he is also from there, and the Qingwei faction may really suffer a big loss this time. ”

The old man said with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looked into the distance without knowing what he was thinking.

......

"This is it, it's really deserted."

Shang Biao wore a pair of sunglasses and glanced at the bleak and deserted tattoo parlor in front of him.

"I can't be wrong, I can smell the smell of that old drunkard from a few walls."

Lao Dao sniffled, frowning and pushing open the glass door of the tattoo parlor.

"Two ~ tattoos?"

The young man who was dozing off on the table was awakened by the sound of the door opening, rubbed his eyes, and asked suspiciously.

Lao Dao ignored her, walked around the store for a week, and sat down on the sofa in the waiting area with a big grin.

"Find someone and tell your master that the old man sent by Yinshan to visit."

Shang Biao took off his glasses, looked at the young man for a moment with narrow triangular eyes, and spoke.

The young man was chilled by Shang Biao's eyes, and he was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses, and quickly got up from behind the cash register and took out his mobile phone.

"Yinshan faction? You wait and don't provoke them, I'll be here in a moment. ”

An old voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone, and then hung up the call.

"Two, drink some tea, my master will come in a moment."

The young man held a disposable paper cup and put it on the coffee table in the rest area, Lao Dao looked at the inferior tea leaves, and asked, "You are also surnamed Cheng?" It can't be the illegitimate child of the old drunkard's hiding, right? ”

The shirt worn by the young man was embroidered with the words 'Chief Tattoo Artist - Cheng Qiong', revealing his name.

"You're laughing~"

"Fart, if I had a son, I would still need to hide it until now. Who am I coming, it is you dead man's bones? Why, I was finally willing to come back from that poor and remote place! ”

Without waiting for Cheng Qiong to explain, the glass door was pushed open, and an old man with a scruffy beard, like a hangover waking up, shouted and walked in.

"Master Cheng, I'm here to find you this time."

Shang Biao saw that the two old men who were more than a hundred years old together were like children, and they were about to fight endlessly, so he stood up and said.

"You're the one again? There is no rancid smell of the Yinshan faction on his body, what does it have to do with this dead bone? ”

"Yinshan faction, keep good."

Although Shang Biao and Cheng You had a relationship before, he didn't say his original name, and the theater rules must be followed, of course, if others guess it themselves, it has nothing to do with him.

"Shoushan, your trumpet is really ironic. Say, come to me for a tattoo? Say it in advance, look at the face of this dead bone, and the positive picture can help you tattoo. If it's an evil plot or a ghost thorn plot, don't talk about it. ”

After Cheng You finished speaking, he picked up the water cup handed by his apprentice and poured it violently.

Shang Biao didn't speak, but just opened most of the placket on his chest.

"Poof, ahem......"

Cheng You sprayed a mouthful of water on his apprentice, choking and coughing.

"This, this ......"

The old drunkard seemed to have turned into an old pervert, and looked at the poor tattoo on his body with great obsession. He even reached out and wanted to touch the texture.

Shang Biao pulled his clothes back on before Cheng You's hand touched Qiqi's tattoo.

"Master Cheng should see that my tattoo is extraordinary, and I want to ask if there is a way to wash it off. Or, eliminate the hidden dangers. ”

"It's really magical, it's amazing. There are such tattoos in the world, I don't know which predecessor's masterpiece? ”

Cheng You didn't answer Shang Biao's question, still looking at his chest obsessively.

"It's inconvenient to disclose, can I ask Master Cheng to do it?"

Strictly speaking, this poor tattoo is also a kind of theater props, and people in the real world can't see it.

However, Shang Biao also consulted the theater about this when he came back this time, and the answer he got was that the poor beast on his body belonged to a special soul existence, and he enjoyed some actor rights after the audience voted.

If he succeeds in being snatched away by Qiqi, then Qiqi will inherit his identity and all his property skills, which naturally includes a vacation to return to the real world.

The evil taste implied in the theater's reply made Shang Biao really a little disgusted, and forced himself to spend his salary to find it to solve the trouble.