"Hey, kid up ahead, stop! What are you looking for here? I've had my eye on you for a while." A highly arrogant voice came from behind him.
At the same time, two casually dressed figures wearing thick gold chains appeared at the exit of the alley ahead. One held a dagger, while the other carried a revolver, blocking Shen Feng's path.
Shen Feng turned around and saw a skinny blond-haired man behind him. The dark circles around his eyes were frightening, and his gaze was filled with greed and excitement.
He was holding a gun as well, and had just chambered a round.
Shen Feng was still wearing a mask. He politely stopped, greeted the man, and said:
"Hello, friend. I'm here looking for someone. I was wondering if you might have any information."
The two men blocking his way had already approached. Hearing Shen Feng's flawless Spanish, Dagger Man frowned and said:
"He doesn't have an accent. He's not from Medellín. Is he a cop?"
The blond-haired man snorted, raised his gun at Shen Feng, and said:
"Pablo's been dead for years. Who are you looking for in Medellín? This isn't a place for cops like you! Take off your mask!"
Shen Feng shrugged and removed his mask, revealing a face modified by the Nanomachine Swarm.
His face had become square and angular, making him look resolute and stern. He appeared to be around thirty years old.
But he still looked Asian.
"An Asian?" The blond-haired man frowned again. "Where are you from? Who are you looking for? I'll only ask once more."
As he spoke, he gave his two companions a look. They immediately began checking the surroundings, while the man in sunglasses raised his revolver and aimed it at the back of Shen Feng's head.
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