There is a sparse stubble above the thick lips.

He has a flat nose and two eyes, one standing guard and the other watching.

There are also middle-aged men... maybe some college students now have receding hairlines.

It is also commonly known as baldness.

Of course, the baldness is not serious.

Put it this way...it seems more in line with contemporary high school students.

He was wearing a gray vest, dark jeans, and a pair of low-priced shoes that looked like they had been worn for several years.

On the whole, he is just an ordinary middle-aged uncle.

Even more embarrassing.

He was hiding on the floor, his eyes calmly watching the night watchmen in the field.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something and moved his gaze to the next floor.

The rooftop is empty.

A trace of doubt flashed in the bald man's eyes.

Illusion?

He looked away and didn't think more about it.

Then he continued to observe the movements of the night watchmen.

His posture was almost motionless. It was not until two hours later, when he saw the night watchmen carrying two wooden boxes out of the factory, that he nodded.

It disappeared into the darkness, and then appeared on the first floor of this old-fashioned building.

At the top of the stairs, when he was about to step out, he walked to the shadows, his arms suddenly exploded, muscles became thick, and his hands instantly turned into claw blades wrapped in blood.

Just like that, it pierces into the "shadow" as if it were pierced into the real thing.

The curvature of the muscle bulge is extremely exaggerated, and the arms use force to tear apart bit by bit.

The "shadow" was torn apart by him like this!

Seeing that they were about the same size, he got in.

Within the shadow layer, he no longer had any qualms about stepping out of the floor.

He climbed up to the top of the building using his hands and feet, swinging his clothes, and suddenly rushed forward, grabbed the building in front of him and began to climb upward.

When he reached the rooftop, he started running fast, kicking his feet on the ground and leaping high into the sky.

With a bang, he climbed onto the wall and climbed up.

Before he could climb two steps, he seemed to feel something in his heart and looked back suddenly.

His sharp eyes scanned the dark places.

There was nothing alive as far as the eye could see.

The bald man can be sure that he turned around without warning. If something followed him, the other party would not be able to react.

His eyes kept changing, and his face gradually darkened.

Keep climbing up, getting faster and faster, faster and faster!

Blood wrapped around his legs, and a blood-red stream of light trailed out from his whole body.

The two buildings that were twenty or thirty meters apart were easily crossed by him as he jumped up with all his strength.

The bald man didn't stop anymore and didn't even look back once.

Flying over high-rise buildings, shopping malls, school buildings in the shadow layer, and finally arriving at an office building.

The claw blade scratched the outer wall of the wall and descended, and a heart-wrenching squeaking sound sounded in the shadow layer.

Finally he landed with a thud, leaning against the wall with his eyes extremely cold.

The bald man took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

"Come out, I found you."

His voice was dry and hoarse, not like someone in his thirties or forties, but more like an old man in his eighties or nineties.

After waiting for about seven or eight seconds, the bald man sneered, "Aren't you coming out yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he inserted his hands into the shadow again, spread it to both sides, and quickly got into it.

Tear apart the shadow and return to the present world from the shadow layer.

The forward and backward movements add up to half a second!

With both feet on the ground of this world, the faint sense of crisis in my heart suddenly disappeared.

The bald man breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he look at the scene in front of him.

The ground in the narrow alley is uneven, and the sunlight is blocked by the tall buildings on both sides, so that the alley is still very dark in broad daylight.

"Brother, I'm not a brother and I don't want to be lenient. You robbed my brother's woman. Do you think you can let this matter go?"

"You kid, kneel down, apologize, and forget it, otherwise..."

Six boys, dressed in a fashionable manner, with hair ranging from red to purple, looking about 20 years old, were surrounding one person, and next to them there was a girl with red eyes, who was stamping her feet anxiously.

A group of gangsters harassing couples is a real example.

"You little brat, hurry up and go home."

Just as the red-haired man in the lead was about to take action, a cold voice came from beside him.

His body trembled. When he saw who was coming, he immediately cursed angrily, "Get out of here, you bald man. You have nothing to do here. If you don't want to cause trouble, just leave it to me..."

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, one arm was instantly detached from its joints!

"ah--"

The screams stopped suddenly, Hong Mao was slapped on the mouth, and his two front teeth were broken.

Is this a practicing guy??

The other people were shocked and angry.

The bald man's movements were fast and fierce, but he didn't seem to be invincible.

In the tinkling sound.

Everyone took out baseball bats, hammers, and wrenches and rushed forward.

Two minutes later.

"ah……"

The alley collapsed, and the bastards cried bitterly and fell to the ground one after another, howling.

The couple watched blankly as the bald man slowly left.

…

Leaving the alley, the bald man turned around and walked on the street.

Today is a working day and there are not many people on the street. He took out his mobile phone and opened the list.

Click on the pinned contact and then edit the information.

【I’m busy outside and can’t get away from myself, so take care of yourself.】

It didn't take long to receive a reply.

After glancing at it, the bald man put the phone back again.

He started walking on the street.

"bite!"

"Bus No. 15 has arrived, passengers please..."

Passing a certain bus stop, blocked by vehicles, when he passed through the stop from behind, his old clothes had completely changed:

Wearing a second-hand suit, exquisite leather shoes, meticulously styled hair, and plain appearance, he completely looks like an ordinary office worker.

Just like that, after several changes and changes of route, not only was the image completely different from the original one, but the route became even more unpredictable.

Going around and around, I had to walk for more than ten kilometers anyway.

Take the bus or ride a bicycle.

Change various means of transportation.

This process took most of the day.

The bald man...oh no, maybe, it would be more appropriate to call him a deformed man.
To be continued...