"Chris, are you sure this is okay?"
Walking on an unfamiliar main street, Lu Ping'an had taken on an entirely different appearance.
His skin was deliberately darkened, his smooth black hair made slightly curly, even the black colored contacts he usually wore were mixed with a touch of light gold this time.
Added to this was a purposely altered, odd accent, in the eyes of an outsider, he seemed like a Central Asian hybrid.
"No problem, Su Xi is completely dead. Furthermore, no one knows about his death. As a once indifferent assassin, his social connections were remarkably simple. His interactions with people were extremely cold and stiff. No one would come up to chat with him voluntarily, which makes him a suitable identity for you to disguise as..."
Lu Ping'an didn't display any distinctive decorations, just simple trousers and a short-sleeved shirt, again abandoning his auxiliary devices and walking on foot.
