Seeing his appearance, Leng Zirui stopped teasing him and hurriedly took off his coat to drape it over him, trying to keep him warm.
"I need to meet with Ah Ke. You go get ready, and we’ll contact each other later. The security system here isn’t very tight, but you should still be careful."
"Alright." Leng Zimo nodded, "I’ll just go and meet with Ah Jiu and the others to make some arrangements."
The two brothers agreed on a time and place. Leng Zimo returned the coat to him, and Leng Zirui patted his shoulder, reminding him to be careful.
Leng Zimo concealed his figure, and Leng Zirui turned to leave the morgue, taking his subordinates with him.
In a moment, the staff came in to help handle Roselia’s body. While they were not paying attention, Leng Zimo quietly slipped out of the morgue and quickly left the cemetery.
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London, England.
In Donnie’s small second-hand shop in the slum, Donnie swiftly wielded scissors in front of the mirror.
Soon, Jiao Yang’s long shoulder-length hair was cut short, and then he took out some colored hair product to dye Jiao Yang’s hair into an exaggerated shade of blonde.
Looking at Jiao Yang in the mirror, Donnie smiled with satisfaction, "This should definitely work, now go take a shower!"
Jiao Yang stood up and walked into the bathroom, and moments later emerged wearing a T-shirt and jeans that Donnie had prepared for him.
Donnie glanced at him, then grabbed a pair of vintage-style sunglasses from the shelf and tossed them to him, "With this, even your mom wouldn’t recognize you at first glance!"
Raising his hand to catch the glasses, Jiao Yang put them on and turned to look in the mirror.


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