A faint sting came from the back of his right hand.
Lifting the edge of his glove, Qin Ran could clearly see an unusual layer of scarlet standing out around the crimson tattoo beneath it.
The scarlet formed lines that took shape around the tattoo's eerie smiling face.
The irregular loops and intersections were highly abstract.
Qin Ran could not tell what they were at all.
It was like someone had drawn a jumble of lines on a sheet of paper, then crumpled it countless times before spreading it out again.
Clues to finding them?
Qin Ran frowned as he guessed.
It was not just because these clues were far too abstract, but also because he had no desire to find those unknown people.
Yet reason told him that if he wanted to seize even a shred of initiative, he had better find them first.
The "person" the other side had just sent did more than demonstrate their power and strangeness.
From the inside out, it also conveyed the impression that they had everything under control.
And...
A hint of coercion!
If their intention was to make him nervous, Qin Ran had to admit that they had succeeded.
But making him obey through that kind of pressure?
Qin Ran sneered inwardly.
Then he walked toward Allen, who had climbed up from the ground and was shaking his head repeatedly, trying to clear it.
"I think we should talk somewhere else."
With that, Qin Ran headed toward the Inner City of Giant City.
Allen hurried after him.
As for asking questions?
Allen would not invite a rebuff.
Being called a madman did not mean he was an idiot.
Inside Qin Ran's game room at 13 Walvey Street.
Lawless sat on the floor, leaning against a pillar with a cigar between