Chapter Twenty-Four: Cosmetic Surgery and Tattoo Removal

  The old man seemed a bit angry, so Tang Feng hurriedly said: "Old sir, my brother doesn't know how to speak, don't blame him. We've paid you money to find you, you should at least give us some reassurance." Tang Feng didn't dare offend the old man, after all, their surgery could only be done by him, and this old man was introduced by Xu Tian, so confidentiality shouldn't be a problem. As for his skills, he didn't dare make a judgment now, who knows if Xu Tian would introduce them to just anyone to save money? After all, the environment here wasn't as good as those big hospitals. But in this regard, Tang Feng was actually wronging Xu Tian.

  The old man nodded and said, "Alright, I'll let you have a little confidence. Hmph, dare to underestimate me. Follow me."

  Several people followed the old man to a miscellaneous goods room in the backyard, where they saw the old man tapping and pressing on the wall. Before long, a hole appeared before their eyes, revealing that there was still a mechanism.

  The tunnel was not long, only tens of meters in length, and it wasn't dark either. On the surrounding walls, there were lamps at regular intervals. At the end of the tunnel was a large iron gate. The old man took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, inserted one into the keyhole, and then entered several numbers on the keypad. He coldly said to Wang Sheng, who was peeking: "Hmph, don't waste your brainpower, the password here changes every day, and only I can remember it."

  Wang Sheng saw that his "sneak peek" had been discovered, and he smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, just curiosity, hehe, curiosity." The old man didn't pay attention to Wang Sheng, led the few people inside, and casually closed the iron door, saying: "I've been in this line for over 20 years, and I've personally performed hundreds of operations. There are no shortage of more formidable characters than you among them. You're just a few small escapees, but don't worry, since I took your money, I'll definitely make you satisfied."

  Tang Feng and several others curiously looked at this underground secret room, which was quite large, with 6 rooms. What's strange is that in each room, one wall is entirely made of glass, so you can see what people are doing inside at a glance. The old man didn't wait for Tang Feng to ask before speaking: "I'm old now and can't do many operations, this place was set up like this to facilitate guiding my apprentices."

  Tang Feng nodded, but his heart was filled with surprise. Just building this secret room must have cost a lot of money. It seemed that this old man was not simple after all. With a hint of apology, he said to the old man: "Mr. Wen, please forgive our disrespect earlier. Let's do it this way, I'll start first today."

  The old man nodded and said: "It doesn't matter who comes first, but since you kids look quite pleasing to the eye, I can give you an additional service. Follow me."

  Several people followed the old man to the innermost room, and after opening the door, he said: "There are thousands of patterns here. You can each choose a set, and I will give you a free tattoo. You know that besides plastic surgery, tattoos are also very powerful."

  Tang Feng and several others exchanged a glance, Xu Qiang said: "Boss, we are out to make a name for ourselves, we must get a tattoo, otherwise it's not cool, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but the conditions didn't allow it before."

  Tang Feng thought for a moment and nodded his head, saying to the old man: "Then I'll thank Wen Lao first."

  The old man said, "Well, after you've finished the surgery, you can get a tattoo. After the recovery period is over, it's almost time to finish the tattoo too. Let's go, take these few pattern books upstairs and choose slowly." He turned around and walked towards the door first.

  Several people in the old man's arranged guest room studied the pattern seriously until dinner time and still couldn't decide what to tattoo. Sitting at the dinner table, Xu Qiang said: "Old Big, your nickname is Death God, why don't you just directly get a Death God tattoo? It would be very cool too! I'll get one on my left hand, right hand he already has tattoos on his body, although they're a bit ugly but can't help it. The dagger will directly get the blood-dripping knife. How cool!"

  At the dinner table, there were also an old man and his three apprentices. At this time, when they heard Xu Qiang's words, they almost spat out the food in their mouths. The old man's eldest apprentice said: "I'm telling you, brother, you should know that tattoos are a lifelong thing, especially for you guys who mix with others. Tattoos represent identity and can't be taken lightly."

  Xu Qiang muttered under his breath: "Damn it, getting a tattoo is so troublesome."

  Tang Feng knocked Xue Qiang and said: "Hurry up and eat your meal, what's the rush? Think slowly."

  After dinner, several people came to the secret room again. Unlike last time, Tang Feng was about to start his transformation process. The old man had said earlier that this was just a minor surgery for them, and they only needed to change their facial features slightly, unlike those who pursued beauty and had to become handsome men or beautiful women through surgery.

  When Tang Feng took off his top and lay on the operating table, the old man's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and he muttered to himself: "Suitable, too suitable."

  In the tedious waiting of a few people, Tang Feng was pushed out by the old man's big apprentice. Yin Fei was worried about her brother and hurriedly asked: "How is my brother? Was the operation successful?"

  The big apprentice smiled and said: "Success, with our master brothers coming out, can't we succeed? Except for the master, we really don't believe that anyone else can do better than us, so you can rest assured. He's still under anesthesia now, he'll wake up in a while." After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at his watch and muttered: "5 hours, well, 10 minutes faster than last time, but still far from the master."

  In the following days, Xu Qiang, Guan Zhiyong and Wang Sheng also completed their operations one after another. Now, the four of them had their heads wrapped in gauze except for their eyes and mouths, looking as comical as possible.

  That afternoon, the old man called Tang Feng into his own room and said: "Young man, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

  "What's up? You said as long as we can help, there's no second word." Tang Feng said.

  "Hehe, not you guys, but you. 5 years ago I created a tattoo design, unfortunately until now I haven't found the right person, either they have the right temperament but not the right body shape, or they have the right body shape but not the right temperament. This can be said to be my most treasured work, and I always thought that before I die I wouldn't find someone who fits. But now I've finally found him." The old man stopped here.

  Tang Feng was taken aback and said: "Are you referring to me? Hehe, does this tattoo have so many requirements?"

  The old man smiled and shook his head, saying: "Ordinary tattoos don't have any special requirements, but this tattoo is different. It can be said to be alive. When you had surgery that day, I saw your physique when you took off your top, and it matched the tattoo too well. Plus, you have a calm yet slightly majestic aura about you, which really matches. So, I thought of tattooing that design on you."

  Tang Feng furrowed his brow and thought for a moment before saying: "I think I'll take a look at the pattern first before making a decision."

  The old man said: "Good, you will definitely be satisfied." After finishing, he took out a specially processed paper from the drawer and handed it to Tang Feng.

  Tang Feng took the paper and opened it, only to see a six-winged angel with a kind face, giving people a very familiar and peaceful feeling. Tang Feng furrowed his brow and said, "Wen Lao, we are gangsters, so naturally we need tattoos that can intimidate people. This pattern is beautiful, but isn't it a bit unsuitable?"

  The old man smiled proudly and said, "Can my painstakingly crafted work be that simple? Just tell me whether to tattoo or not, I believe you'll be satisfied after it's done."

  After some deliberation, Tang Feng gritted his teeth and said: "Alright, I'll trust you this once."