"Team leader!"
The three men stood up and saluted.
"Sit down." Song Guanchao sat down, looking at the tattoos on their bodies with a frown.
Li Zhijun saw his expression and immediately explained, "Team leader, these aren't real tattoos, they're temporary tattoo stickers that can be washed off."
The other two also said, "That idiot Biaozi insisted we get tattoos, saying you can't mix in the underworld without them."
Song Guanchao replied, "I'm sorry to put you through this. Once this is over, I'll throw a banquet for you."
They were all ex-soldiers, spending their days with a bunch of uneducated and immoral ruffians, which was indeed hard on them.
The three men grinned, "What's there to be upset about? Eliminating evil and punishing villains, such good deeds are hard to come by."
Song Guanchao smiled and said, "Sit down for a bit, I need to check if everything's ready on the other side."
He got in touch with Zhang Meilin: "Brother Zhang, how's it going?"
