Rebirth of the Red Makeup in the Military Camp

Su Mu stared at Asan's lower body with a half-smile.

"It seems that you are a little lonely, brother San. How about I help you get rid of the trouble? Oh~ How about cutting it off?"

Asan subconsciously covered his legs and was about to say something harsh, but when he met Su Mu's eyes, he immediately backed off!

His intuition told him that this woman should not be offended!

He is a person who trusts his intuition very much, and it is because of this intuition that he has saved himself time and time again.

So this time he also chose to trust his intuition.

He just glared at Su Mu unwillingly, with his eyes bulging and no words.

Su Mu smiled indifferently, sat on the stool and stared at the two women with interest.

Of course, this is Ah San’s perspective.

The two women with oriental faces worked very efficiently and with clear division of labor. Soon the whole room was refreshed and much cleaner.

Asan suggested that the two female slaves should stay, but Sumu just refused symbolically. In the end, the two female slaves stayed outside Sumu's room so that they could serve him at any time.

After seeing Asan off, Sumu said nothing to the two of them. He went into the house and took a nap without even closing the door.

The two female slaves looked at each other, and finally guarded the gate on the left and right.

The setting sun gradually moved westward until it completely fell. When night fell, Sumu slowly woke up!

Yawn and stretch, "Ah~"

I got up from the kang and walked out, oh my god!

Suddenly, she was startled by the two door gods in front of the door! "You two have been standing here for two hours?"

When the two slave girls heard her voice, they quickly turned their heads and bent down, and answered softly, "Yes."

Su Mu looked at the two people's heads with a gradually deep look in his eyes. "Forget it, I don't need you to serve me here, just find a place to rest by yourself."

The two slave girls looked at each other, then suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowing continuously, "Please, don't send us back... Please, please..."

Guard Asan said that if they were driven away, the only outcome would be a mass grave!

Although they live a humble and humiliating life!

But even ants are greedy for life, they still want to survive!

Su Mu narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long while, she spoke, "Get up, you guys can stay and serve me!"

The slave girl was overjoyed and thanked him immediately, "Thank you, thank you."

Su Mu turned around and went back into the room, waving to the two female slaves.

The slave girl looked hesitant, but finally walked in hesitantly.

Su Mu sat in the main seat, his hands on the table, and suddenly smiled, raised his chin and pursed his lips at the two of them, "Sit down..."

The two shook their heads in fear.

Su Mu didn't need to force it. He calmly drank a sip of water and glanced at the two of them. "I'm used to being rough around the edges. You don't have to serve me meticulously. Just do some basic things."

"Oh, by the way, this is my first time at the Tomahawk Gang. Why don't you two tell me about the situation here?"

The two female slaves had vague looks in their eyes, not daring to look Su Mu in the eye, and stammered, unable to say a single word.

Su Mu knew at a glance that they were under a gag order, so he didn't say anything, but just waved his hand and asked them to leave.

She did not go out of the house, but moved a stool and sat at the door, causing the patrol team to look at her sideways.

Su Mu's behavior was also recorded one by one and soon presented to the hall master's desk.

"This was sent from the Eye."

A dark shadow jumped in from the window and quickly placed a document on the table in front of the hall master.

The hall master continued to roll the Buddhist beads in his hand as he did before.

But at this moment, he was holding a file bag in his right hand.

The hall master nodded, "Is it that woman?"

The visitor nodded and said, "Yes, this is what she said and did today."

The hall master then moved his eyes away from the file bag in his hand, put it on the table, and started looking at another document.

And on the file he placed on the table was a clear picture of Su Mu.

It's just a little blurry, but you can still make out the general outline of her face.

……

The night comes briefly, and in the blink of an eye it is a new day.

The sun rises, and Sumu gets up in the first rays of morning light.

In fact, according to her biological clock, she had already woken up.

But this was not a place where she could relax. Even after waking up, she had no intention of getting up and pretended to be still asleep.

After all, who is on the edge of a knife and licking blood, would have such a self-disciplined work and rest schedule?

Because those desperate criminals usually think that whether they survive today or not is not a big deal. They will not be strict with themselves and will just indulge themselves!

There are some people who are strict with themselves, but they are extremely rare.

Su Mu felt that she was already eye-catching enough. If nothing unexpected happened, her information would have been in the hands of the people in power here long ago.

So she'd better pretend first.

He got up and opened the door, and the female slave who had been waiting outside the door came in carrying water for washing.

After helping Su Mu wash up, they left.

Su Mu sighed once again, the service was so thorough that it was easy to let people down their guard.

He walked out of the door, picked up a long stick, and started dancing vigorously.

Lift, chop, horizontal...

Every move is filled with the fierce force of the stick!

Anyone who knows a little bit about this can see her potential strength.

After warming up, there was already a circle of people around.

At a glance, almost all of them were members of the Tomahawk Gang. Su Mu wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Ignore the complicated looks in the crowd.

He took the handkerchief handed to him by the slave girl and wiped his sweat, then glanced at everyone. Her clear and bright eyes, coupled with her expressionless face, made him seem unattainable.

It can be said that she showed off her skills on purpose today just to prevent unnecessary trouble and let the people here know that she is not someone to be trifled with.

The days passed by little by little, and in a blink of an eye Sumu had been here for a week.

During this period, neither Asan nor Filite showed up again. Apart from the two female slaves who served her at regular times, she seemed to be ignored.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been unable to sit still long ago!

No matter what, she would go out and find out a thing or two, but apart from the necessary daily training, she never went out. She either stayed in the house or moved a recliner to the door to bask in the sun.

This made those who were secretly watching her feel puzzled.

Still in that familiar house.

Flit came in hurriedly.

"Master? Do you want to tell me something?"

He took a few big steps to the table and bowed his head respectfully.

He lowered his head, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

If I remember correctly, the person next to me is responsible for the eyes.

The Eyes - is an independent branch of the Tomahawk Gang responsible for gathering information. They exist in every branch and only obey the orders of the branch master!

A guess gradually emerged in Filite's mind.

Could it be that her identity has been discovered?

Sure enough, a voice came from above, "Just take a look!"

Filite then looked up.

The person in charge of the eyes stepped forward and handed Filite a document.

Open... pupils constricted...