With the help of his underlings, Tiger covered his head with a shirt and limped back to the hotel on North Street.
Because he wasn't honest during the tattoo, he was beaten up, and he looked quite miserable.
Under the curious gaze of others, he walked through the hall with his head down and returned to his room with the help of his underlings.
He slammed the door behind him, tore off the shirt covering his head, and walked quickly to the mirror.
There were two cats tattooed on his face, one fat and one thin. As his facial muscles twitched, they looked vivid under the light.
Tiger suddenly looked desperate.
"Tiger, Tiger." The underling said flatteringly, but the muscles on his face were trembling. He tried to suppress his laughter and handed over iodine and cotton swabs with trembling hands. "You, you apply the medicine first."
Tiger knocked over the iodine and cotton swabs that were handed over. He stared at himself in the mirror with hatred, and his pupils were burning with flames.
"Tiger, are we just going to let this go?" Another underling said with grief and indignation.
"How can we just let this go," Tiger said grimly.
The man named Shura was about to be caught, but he escaped right under his nose. He tried to interrogate people who might know him, but twenty burly men stood up and not only beat him up, but they also drew two cats on his face …
It was just twenty people.
I have five hundred guns under my command!
Even the leaders of the Survivors Alliance sitting in the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building had to be polite to me. Who does that guy think he is?
Tiger carefully compared the man's face with the faces in his memory, but in the end, he didn't match any of the names. And listening to the accent, he wasn't even a local of Shangjing.
He must be a mercenary that followed the merchant fleet to Shangjing, and it hasn't been a few days since he came to Pingan Street.
For this kind of hothead, he had the means to deal with him!
Tiger sneered, and he already had a plan in his mind.
"Keep an eye on them."
"This lowly one has already instructed someone to do it." "Our men will be guarding the four gates. Unless they hide in Pingan Street forever, otherwise, hehe …"
"Very good." Tiger nodded with approval. He paused for a moment and looked at himself in the mirror with humiliation. After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "… Find me a mask."
"Yes." The underling nodded and quickly ran out of the door.
"Brother Tiger, then … where's that Shura?" The lackey who handed over the iodine and cotton swabs asked carefully.
"Keep an eye on him. Even if we have to turn the entire Shangjing upside down, we have to find him!" His pupils were burning with anger that was even greater than before. Brother Hu gritted his teeth as if he had a deep hatred for this name. He said word by word, "I will chop him alive, one slash at a time!"
…
Under the watchful eyes of a group of busybodies, Jiang Chen took the guards behind him and slowly left the Hell Messenger Bar.
As for the bottle of "Dragon Blue", he threw it into the storage dimension and planned to bring it back to Lin Lin for testing.
The man named Shura had a very interesting saying. Maybe what he said was true. After another two hundred years, the survivors on the wasteland would have figured out which mutants could be eaten and which parts were delicious.
Jiang Chen agreed with this.
Mutants could not be used as food. It was just a bloody lesson learned by the survivors on the wasteland for more than twenty years. After all, it was not comprehensive. Since mutant meat could be refined into nutrient supply, it meant that the mutants still had nutrients that could be absorbed by the human body.
Perhaps he should set up a research institute after he went back to study how to turn mutants that could not be eaten into treasures?
Of course, no matter how precious it was, he would not put it in his mouth.
"Boss, where are we going now?" Lu Fan whispered as he walked beside Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen looked at the dark night and estimated that it was getting late, so he said casually.
"Let's find a place to rest."
It was already eleven o 'clock in the evening. At this time, the four gates of Pingan Street were basically closed. Unless he revealed his identity, it would be impossible for the guards to open the gates for him alone.
However, Jiang Chen did not intend to reveal his identity for the time being. He still had things to do on this street.
On the way out of the North Gate Commercial Street, Lu Fan, who was walking half a step behind Jiang Chen, suddenly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice.
"Someone is following us."
Jiang Chen's expression was as usual as he whispered nonchalantly.
"Who?"
After a long silence, Lu Fan's expression turned gloomy and he whispered.
"He's gone …"
"Gone?" Jiang Chen was slightly surprised. He turned to look at Lu Fan, "Are you sure he's gone?"
"Yes … he gave up voluntarily. Maybe he realized that his whereabouts were exposed." Lu Fan lowered his head and looked ashamed. "… It's my incompetence."
"It's not your fault." Jiang Chen looked away and said nonchalantly, "It only means that his anti-detection ability is relatively strong. Let the brothers keep an eye on him. If they see that person again, bring him directly to me. "
"Yes!" Lu Fan said.
Who could it be?
Jiang Chen didn't know, and he didn't care.
No one could hurt him.
This was not only his confidence in his own strength, but also his full trust in the twenty guards around him.
Many people here had followed him for four years, and some were even the first batch of knights. Whether it was loyalty or strength, there was no doubt.
Just one or two rats, what was there to be afraid of?
On the street outside the North Gate Commercial Street, Jiang Chen randomly picked a decent-looking hotel. After paying 30 crystals for himself and the twenty guards behind him, the entire top floor was booked by him, and he also lived in the most luxurious presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.
Although it was a presidential suite, the facilities were simple.
After a simple shower, Jiang Chen lay on the clean bed and received a message from Ayesha.
It was about the 2020 election. The attachment contained all the information about B City Consortium's candidate, John Kennedy. This document had obviously been processed by professionals. It was so clean and beautiful that nothing could be said about it.
After reading this information from beginning to end, even Jiang Chen, a foreigner, couldn't help but vote for him.
Of course, Jiang Chen was very clear.
In this world, there was no absolute pure politician.
The more innocent the information, the more it proved that he was hiding something.
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen typed four words on the holographic screen.
[Do as you see fit]
Then he clicked send.
He believed that Ayesha would make the right choice for him.
However, not long after this message was sent, Jiang Chen turned off the holographic screen. When he was about to turn over and sleep, the blue light particles gathered again, and Jean's holographic body appeared beside him.
She looked serious and said in a cold electronic voice.
"Warning, backdoor program detected in the wrist-mounted computer, intrusion in progress …"
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