Mad Dragon gets out of prison and marries a beautiful CEO.

He was released from prison.

Song Qingtong asked:

"What do you think of this person?"

Chen Li replied:

"This person must be a chameleon, skilled at disguise, ruthless and vicious. Disguise won't work, so what else can we do?"

Song Qingtong nodded in agreement:

"This person is indeed very cunning. Disguise won't work. I have a safer solution than makeup or wearing a human skin hood: let Ghost-Faced Demon Hand change your appearance."

"Ghost Faced Demon Hand?"

"This title is very special," Chen Li repeated.

Song Qingtong explained:

"This old man is a witch doctor from the southern border. He went mad from practicing his martial arts and likes to make human skin puppets."

"His hobby stemmed from the fact that his only grandson was murdered, which formed a twisted obsession in his mind. He killed the person, took out the bones and flesh, stuffed them with specially made herbs, and then used Gu magic to make the human skin puppet move like a living person, calling it his own grandson."

"He said the more grandchildren he had, the happier he was. In recent years, at least eighty to one hundred people have died at his hands, but he can't remember the exact number."

"He wandered all the way to the city, where he was hit and kicked several times after blocking the car of a high-ranking official's son."

"He followed that young master to his house, killed his entire family, and turned them into human skin puppets."

"The seriously injured security guard woke up from his coma and called the police. It took almost the entire special operations team to issue a warrant for his arrest."

What was supposed to be a very bloody and tragic story, Chen Li found quite enjoyable to listen to, but he couldn't show it, lest he appear to have a strong inclination towards serious crime. He could only offer a faint, nonchalant reply:

"The special operations team is really working hard."

Song Qingtong replied:

"Work is about serving the people."

Pushing open the door to a cell, the Ghost-Faced Demon Hand, dressed in prison clothes, with disheveled hair and a thin figure, looked no different from an ordinary old man, with a numb and honest appearance.

Only those who know him can understand that a cruel devil dwells in the old man's soul.

In order to get valuable information from him, Song Qingtong knew that he did not smoke but liked to drink. She brought him some alcohol twice, which earned her a little trust from him.

As soon as I entered, Ghost-Faced Demon Hand greeted me:

"Hey girl, you brought some wine?"

He speaks with a heavy local accent, and can piece together the meaning of a whole sentence by using a few words and combining them with the context.

"There's no need to stoop to the level of a crazy old man," Song Qingtong replied with a smile.

"The wine has been bought, but it hasn't been brought over yet. Whether you can drink it or not depends on your skills."

The Ghost-Faced Demon Hand, like a child, bluntly said:

"ability?"

"The old man still has no ability?"

"Tell me, what makes someone truly capable?"

Song Qingtong took out her phone from her pocket, found a photo of Du Shoucheng's bodyguard, A-Jie, and showed it to him:

"Make him look like the picture, and if that satisfies me, I'll bring over the wine I bought for you to drink."

"It's a deal!"

As if afraid of changing his mind, he immediately agreed, took the phone, squinted at it for a long time, and said:

"It's not difficult, he'll just suffer a bit."

Chen Li, curious about how to make completely unrelated people look exactly alike without the aid of modern medicine and tools, said:

"Suffering a little is nothing, I can endure it."

The masked demon pulled a black spider the size of a fingernail from his body and said to Chen Li:

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth?

Chen Li was a little confused. Was he going to put a spider in his mouth?

Sure enough.

The old man put his finger to Chen Li's mouth, and the spider crawled in on its own. Chen Li felt nauseous immediately.

Then, he used his withered fingers to rub and knead Chen Li's face, like kneading clay. The black spider crawled under the skin, and the weak venom it secreted "frozen" the kneaded area.

While pinching, I compared the result with a photo on my phone.

Half an hour later, Chen Li was no longer recognizable; he had become A-Jie.

"alright."

The demon-faced hand clapped its hands, signaling Chen Li to open his mouth and retract the spider.

His harmless appearance was also an imitation of the beggars in the underground overpass, because the old man could always get money and food, while he could get nothing and was humiliated and driven away by the beggars.

Unable to swallow this insult, he turned those people into his puppets.

He then became the leader of the beggars.

Song Qingtong scrutinized Chen Li closely, her eyes filled with shock.

There are teachers above and lineages below.

Once there's one demonic hand, there's a second, a third, making it impossible to defend against.

I need to suggest to the director that in the future, when carrying out classified missions, even among our own people, we should use secret codes.

"Hmm, not bad, I'll bring you some wine next time I come over."

Song Qingtong took several photos of Chen Li from various angles and let him see them for himself.

Chen Li zoomed in on the photo, examining the details, and found no flaws whatsoever, prompting him to exclaim in admiration:

"As expected of Ghost-Faced Demon Hand, even I can't see through the disguise. Your disguise skills are unparalleled. Could you teach me?"

The old man huddled back in the corner, arms crossed, muttering to himself:

"I don't take apprentices, I want grandsons."

"The spider's venom will weaken in a day and slowly dissipate on its own, and you will return to normal. I wouldn't have wasted my time if it weren't for the little girl's wine."

As expected, capable people have tempers. Chen Li stopped trying to make a fool of himself and returned to Du Shoucheng's cell with Song Qingtong.

Du Shoucheng seemed to have had too much sleep and started snoring again.

Chen Li kicked him.

Du Shoucheng sat up abruptly, and seeing his dead subordinate A-Jie reappear, he didn't react in time, screamed in fright, and used his hands to support himself on the bed board as he backed away.

"A ghost! Ah Jie, I've always treated you well, please don't kill me!"

Seeing his genuine reaction, Song Qingtong was relieved and said:

"Du Shoucheng, look carefully, he's a human, not a ghost."

Du Shoucheng rubbed his eyes. There was a shadow on the ground, and the expression was definitely human. He then realized that it was the person who had just come in in disguise. He breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"The disguise technique is too good. It's a perfect 1:1 replica, without any flaws. It scared me to death."

Chen Li asked:

"Where do you think I could improve?"

Du Shoucheng crawled out from the shadows, got off the bed, and scrutinized Chen Li, saying:

"Ah Jie stutters and rarely speaks. When he does speak, he uses only one or two simple words to express his meaning. Outsiders have almost never heard him speak, so it is difficult to judge him by his voice."

"Once, he was surrounded by the cops—no, the police—and jumped from the 18th floor, spraining his right ankle and becoming disabled, walking with a limp. You can walk a few steps and see."

Chen Li imitated the limping posture and took a few steps.

Du Shoucheng shook his head and said:

"The movements are too exaggerated. He's afraid others will notice that he's lame, so he'll deliberately pretend to be normal. Just follow his psychology."

When he said that, Chen Li understood.

Chen Li pondered that psychology and tried to walk the path several times. With Du Shoucheng's meticulous corrections, he finally perfectly replicated A-Jie's appearance, demeanor, walking posture, and tone of voice.

Next.

Du Shoucheng explained to him the slang and rules of the trade, the procedures for participating in the underground council, and the things to pay attention to.

Chen Li was a man from the underworld, so he could understand and learn the knowledge he taught very quickly.

Du Shoucheng and his subordinate A Jie were secretly arrested at the hotel. To prevent any suspicion, the special operations team had to arrange for them to stay at their original hotel.

The only thing that gave the special operations team a headache was how to put a tight rein on Du Shoucheng, prevent him from escaping, and ensure his close cooperation with the operation.

Song Qingtong shared her confusion with Chen Li about this matter.

Chen Li had a way to control him, and he assured Du Shoucheng that he would be obedient. He just needed some medicinal herbs, which he ground into powder.