Chapter 2033: Let Him Do Whatever He Wants

Qin Yang told the Dragon Queen the production formula and related techniques of Sma, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I didn't get Sima's finished product, as a national force, with the production formula, I'm afraid that there will be no finished product. This mission can be considered a success. The only thing left is to do it myself. How can I get away safely?

This is obviously not something that can be accomplished in the short term.

Qin Yang, who had a good sleep last night, naturally didn't want to stay in the room to sleep anymore. Since Samael didn't mind going out for a walk, Qin Yang naturally wanted to go out and see this world-famous city of chaos, but he didn't want to leave again. Before, Qin Yang asked his servant to find him a mask.

Qin Yang is now considered a celebrity in the global cultivation circle. Although not many people know him in a place like this, some people will know him eventually. Qin Yang does not want to cause trouble because of his identity. After all, he has this fatal gold on his neck. bring.

The silver mask fit the face very well, leaving only a mouth exposed. Even the eyes looked eerie because of the mask. Looking at himself in the mirror, Qin Yang curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

The silver mask and the dark gold life-killing belt gave Qin Yang a bit of coldness and mystery. Coupled with his height, it actually added to his cool temperament.

This temperament made Qin Yang look completely different from before. Qin Yang pursed his lips and went out.

As soon as Qin Yang went out, a servant reported the matter to Samael in the villa on the other side.

Samael was in his study at this time, looking at a document. The mysterious black iron mask was placed on the table on his right hand, revealing his true face.

An ordinary oriental face.

With yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair, his skin is tight and smooth, making it impossible to tell his true age. If you look at it purely from his appearance, he is just a man in his forties, but it is obvious that Samael As the city lord of Chaos City and a peak powerhouse in the late supreme stage, he cannot be only forty years old.

"Qin Yang went out. Before he went out, he asked for a mask for himself."

Samael raised his head, his eyes slightly surprised: "Did he want it himself?"

"yes!"

Samael raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "This guy is a bit interesting."

The servant was naked: "He has a certain reputation around the world. He is probably worried that his identity will be exposed and cause trouble. After all, he is wearing a life-threatening gold belt... Do you want to keep an eye on him?"

Samael said nothing and waved his hand: "No, let him go and do whatever he wants."

"yes!"

The servant quietly exited Samael's room. Samael thought for a few seconds, shook his head, and once again focused on the documents in his hand.

…

Qin Yang walked on the street with a mask on, looking at the city and found it quite interesting.

Most places in this city are made up of two or three-story dilapidated buildings, even mixed with some ruins. However, there is a not too big area near Samael's spacious villa. But the style is completely different. There are six or seven-story buildings in a row, and the exterior walls of the buildings are quite new. The roads in this area are spacious, and there are even trees planted on both sides of the road. It is quiet and peaceful.

In the center of this high-rise building, there is a sixteen or seventeen-story high-rise building with a wide main body and two huge words on the entire high-rise building.

Heaven.

Qin Yang squinted slightly and looked away from the tall building. Although he still didn't know much about this place, he also understood that this should be a wealthy area. No matter where, there would be classes, a place like a chaotic city. The distinction between classes will naturally become more obvious.

I just don’t know how the residents of the wealthy area here judge whether it is their own property or their level of strength. Qin Yang thinks the latter is more likely. After all, this is a city of chaos. People with money but no strength. Isn't that seeking death?

Qin Yang walked leisurely on the street. Compared with the quiet and comfortable wealthy area, what he wanted to see and understand more was the world where ordinary people lived here.

This is the most authentic city of chaos.

There are also various commercial activities on the streets, but they always give people a sense of decay. The eyes of people walking on the streets always seem to be flashing with strong vigilance and a bit of ill-intentioned preparations. Qin Yang's eyes always seemed to be sizing up prey.

Although Qin Yang is wearing a mask, you can tell from his figure, exposed mouth, neck and arms that he is a young man, definitely no more than thirty years old. This makes many people look at Qin Yang with their eyes. A bit more wanton. Although some people were vaguely pointing fingers at Qin Yang, no one made a move against Qin Yang. It has to be said that Qin Yang, wearing the mask, has a bit more mysterious and cold temperament, which is not good at first glance. Provoked.

A burst of noise made Qin Yang stop. He had never heard such a lively place along the way. Everyone seemed to be cautious. This unbridled noise aroused Qin Yang's curiosity.

Qin Yang followed the sound and turned into another side street and found the source of the sound. It was an old tavern. The only signboard looked extremely old, giving people the feeling that it would fall down if the wind blew.

Harbor Bar.

Harbor?

In broad daylight, there are so many people drinking in the pub?

Qin Yang opened the old wooden door out of curiosity, and the noisy sound suddenly became clear to his ears.

A spacious and old pub, with messy wooden tables and chairs, an old bar, a middle-aged bartender in a small vest, and guests in various costumes holding guns and knives. If there is anything comfortable in this room, it is that the air conditioner is on, and you can feel a sense of coolness as soon as you enter the door.

A pub should also be a place where you can get information from all aspects the fastest.

Compared with the deserted streets outside, this place is extremely lively. Qin Yang glanced around and felt that he had come to the right place.

The eyes of the drinkers in the bar all fell on Qin Yang, with different eyes, surprise, doubt, picky, ill intentions...

Qin Yang looked calm, walked slowly to the bar, glanced at the middle-aged bartender, and then glanced at the wine cabinet behind him, and said casually: "Give me a beer."

The middle-aged bartender did not change the action of wiping the cup with a towel in his hand, and said in a light tone: "Thirty dollars."

"Thirty dollars?"

Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Not cheap."

Although it was not cheap, Qin Yang casually reached out from his pocket, which contained a card and some change. Qin Yang took the card, then thought of something, took the card back, and picked up thirty dollars from the change and handed it to the bartender.

The bartender put a beer in front of Qin Yang, glanced at the card in his hand, and said lightly: "You can pay by credit card."

Qin Yang smiled: "Okay, I have enough change, no need to bother... I'm new here, can I ask you about the things here?"