probably not possible

At dusk, Nan Zaimin drove the boat to a water area a little distance from Chengyun Port.

He sent the thin man and the big face ashore to buy wine and side dishes, saying that a few of them would have a drink on the boat after get off work.

After the two left, Nam Jaemin said to Mao Taijiu, "You run away."

Mao Taijiu was startled, and raised his eyes to look at Nam Jaemin.

"The gangsters at the pier are looking for you. They have sent a message to our cleaning team. They don't know that you are still alive. They just say that if you find a body, don't call the police and hand it over to them."

Mao Taijiu's throat moved, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

He should have thought of it, it had been a day and a night since he escaped, and he couldn't find it on land, so those people would naturally turn their attention to the sea.

"Buy some food on the way." Nan Zaimin took out a few banknotes from his wallet, stuffed them into Mao Taijiu's hands, and said after a little hesitation, "Don't think I talk too much, there is no good result for being a gangster, you are still young , It’s still too late to turn around now, run a little farther, find a place to settle down, and live a good life.”

Mao Taijiu's cheeks trembled slightly, and the expression on his face was complicated and unspeakable, because of the old man's ridiculous misunderstanding, and also because of the old man's kindness towards him.

He bent down, bowed to Nam Jaemin sincerely, tightly clutched the few banknotes in his hand, turned and left the boat and went ashore.

It was dark, and twilight shrouded the streets and alleys of Chengyun City.

The lights in the city began to flicker, the vehicles on the motorway were constantly flowing, and the people on the sidewalks were hurrying to and fro, each with its own trajectory and destination.

Mao Taijiu wrapped his bulky light gray padded jacket tightly, pulled the hood on his head lower, and walked slowly.

It's not that he's afraid of being recognized, no one cares about him at all.

Rather, it's cold.

Mao Taijiu didn't know that it would be so cold at night, and he didn't know that walking would be so tiring.

He has driven through these streets countless times in a limousine, but he has never measured the land with his own feet.

Originally, he was very familiar with Chengyun City. How many times he looked at the sand table and decided where to tear it down and where to build it. How many roads became reality because he drew a line on the sand table.

Now Mao Taijiu found that Chengyun City in front of him was very strange. Chengyun City with a population of 300 million turned out to be such a huge monster.

It's a completely different feeling than when he's on top of a tall building overlooking the city lights.

He had the money Nam Jae-min gave him in his pocket, although it was not much, it was enough to take the bus.

But now it was off-duty time, and the bus was crowded with people. The crowd made Mao Taijiu intimidated, and he was also worried that the camera on the bus would take a clear image.

Nam Jaemin said he'd better move around a lot, so walking is just right.

He should go buy some food, because he had a sore throat, and he didn't eat much on the boat at noon, but Mao Taijiu hesitated again when he saw the people outside the food store. The risk was too great, so let's go later.

As he walked, Mao Taijiu's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and finally stopped when he passed an underground passage.

The underground passage is warmer than outside, at least there is no wind.

He saw people sitting there resting on the other side of the passage, and glanced at them from a distance. He didn't feel that there was anything special about those people, and they were all clean and looked normal.

Mao Taijiu sat down on the ground slowly against the wall. He was very weak, his body hurt, his head was a little dizzy, and he seemed to have a fever again.

He didn't plan to stay here for a long time, he just planned to rest temporarily, but the moment he sat down, all the strength in his body disappeared.

Mao Taijiu, who has been running around and tired since he fled, is always worried, covered with injuries, and whose energy has bottomed out, is extremely exhausted at this time.

He just planned to sit down, but he accidentally fell asleep.

Someone woke Mao Taijiu, who was curled up in a ball and trembling on the ground.

It was a thin and delicate long-haired girl in a black coat.

"Don't sleep here, you'll get sick. Go out from Exit B2 of this corridor, turn right and go straight for 200 meters. There is a shelter for homeless people. Go there and rest."

Mao Taijiu sat up slowly, homeless shelter?

The girl put the hot coffee in her hand on the open space in front of him, and put two banknotes under the coffee cup before leaving.

Mao Taijiu was a little dazed at first, but when he figured out what was going on, he was so angry that his hair was on fire.

He actually regarded him as a tramp. If he hadn't lost his strength, he would have chased after her and broken the woman's neck.

It's humiliating him.

A bum is nothing more than a panting piece of meat, they have no shame, they are useless waste discarded by society and their families.

How blind are you to treat someone like me as a bum? !

I don't know if it's because Mao Taijiu is the most handsome among the homeless even if he is regarded as a homeless man.

After the girl, another person came to him.

A fat little boy put a box of sandwiches in front of Mao Taijiu and said loudly, "Uncle, I'll eat it for you!"

Then the little fat man bounced back and ran to a young woman who was waiting for him at the side.

The young woman held the little fat man's hand, and praised softly: "Our Xianxiu is really a kind child."

The third person who came over was an old woman in her 60s and [-]s, who put a paper bag in front of Mao Taijiu.

"Inside is a set of hats, scarves and gloves, a gift from someone who bought clothes. It's so cold, I don't need it, so give it to you, kid."

The old woman turned and walked away slowly.

Mao Taijiu stared blankly at the pile of things in front of him, he didn't even have the energy to get angry.

Am I that much of a bum?Mao Taijiu recalled the face he saw in the mirror during the day, and had to admit that it was very similar.

And also really homeless.

Mao Taijiu laughed, everything was really absurd.Mao Jifan has knowledge under the spring, will he also find it funny?

He reached out and opened the paper bag, and took out a set of dark gray beanie, scarf and gloves inside.

Mao Taijiu pushed the hood of the padded jacket to the back and put on this woolen hat, it was really warm.

He tried the gloves on, and they were warm and soft.

After taking the first step, Mao Taijiu was already calm when he continued to eat sandwiches and drink coffee.

You have to eat, otherwise you will have no energy.Compared to being treated as a tramp, it would be more ridiculous to fall here because of hunger, cold and illness, right?

If he can't get sick, public welfare workers and the police will come to care for him, and it will be completely over.

Under his demonstration of eating, more people came to feed Mao Taijiu.

He received two more sandwiches, a cup of coffee, a cup of milk tea and a bag of bread.

Those who put down the food in front of him were all women, ranging in age from old to middle-aged and young.

Mao Taijiu looked at the food, and then at the women who thought they had done a good thing and left happily.

Women are really animals whose sympathy can easily overflow.

For a moment, these women reminded Mao Taijiu of Xu Zhizhi who was killed by him.Mao Taijiu shook his head and quickly put this association aside.How can it be the same?Xu Zhihui helps those who are not worthy of help at all, those who cannot be lifted up like mud.

Mao Taijiu was full soon, and he continued to sit against the wall to rest his mind.

The hot drinks and food played their due role. He became much warmer, his body stopped shaking, and he regained some strength.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians in the underpass, and the rush hour for getting off work has passed.

Mao Taijiu stood up, put on the woolen hat, scarf and gloves, still put the hood of the padded jacket on his head, turned and left.

After he left, a few real homeless people sitting on the opposite side of the aisle swarmed up and quickly divided up the food he had left behind.

Mao Taijiu entered a mid-range residential complex, taking care not to let the camera capture his face.

The floor of the house is not high, Mao Taijiu walked upstairs, and then stood in front of an apartment door and pressed the password of the door.

He has only been here once or twice since the house was set up, but fortunately the password has not been forgotten.

The door opened with a "ding", Mao Taijiu pushed the door and entered the room, closed the door and turned on the lights in the room.

He was arrested for more than two months, and he did not pay the cleaning company that came to clean it regularly. Naturally, no one cleaned it. There was a little dust in the living room, but because the doors and windows were closed, the overall condition was still very clean.

This is Mao Taijiu's destination tonight.

This apartment was bought by Mao Taijiu with another identity, and this is one of his caves.

Mao Taijiu carefully checked the doors, windows and everything in the room to make sure that no outsiders had come in here.

He exhaled, and the tension he had been tense all the way was finally relieved.

The first thing Mao Taijiu did was to take a shower in the bathroom. If you want to say what troubled you the most on the way to escape, the biggest problem for President Mao was taking a shower.

After taking a bath, Mao Taijiu came to the bathroom mirror in a gorgeous black bathrobe, opened a brand new razor, and without hesitation removed the most natural camouflage on his face, which is his beard scrape.

It was the beard that had made him a tramp, and of course it had protected him from being recognized, and now it had done its job.

Mao Taijiu looked at his own face carefully in front of the mirror. The escape made him a little haggard, but he was still extremely handsome, as sharp as a sharp knife.

There is a shallow scar on the left face, it is not serious, and there should be no scar in the future.

Mao Taijiu stretched out his hand to cover the scar, and released an elegant and charming smile in front of the mirror.

This is me, a human elite with top IQ and appearance.

Entering the bedroom and opening the closet, Mao Taijiu's fingers swept over the rows of high-end suits, reached out to find the switch, and opened the hidden compartment under the closet after flipping it.

There are cash, pistols/guns, daggers, certificates and other things suitable for escape in the secret compartment.

As a villain with high IQ and extremely rich money, Mao Taijiu made thorough preparations a long time ago, but when he prepared it, he did it just for fun, and never thought that one day he would really use it.

There are two sets of documents in the dark cell: one is a Chinese identity, a passport plus an ID card and household registration book, a Korean ethnicity in Yanbian Autonomous Prefecture, Jilin Province, China, named Park Yongxin; the other is a Japanese identity, a Japanese-Korean person named Han Tae-sun.

Mao Taijiu picked up Han Tae-sun's ID. Although he is also fluent in Chinese, the customs of the two countries are quite different, and it is more difficult to pretend to be a Chinese.He has used the name Han Tae-sun several times in Japan, and used this name to buy some properties in Japan. This identity is more convenient to use.

There is only one thing that is not easy to handle.

Mao Taijiu looked at the handsome face on Han Tae-sun's passport that was exactly the same as his own.

It is no problem for Han Tae-sun to grow up like this and appear in Japan. It doesn’t matter if someone finds that he looks like Mao Tae-jou. People are similar.

But not in South Korea, especially in Chengyun City, he can't board the planes and ships in Chengyun City with this face.

As a celebrity among the celebrities in Chengyun City, Mao Taijiu has a star-like face and a celebrity-like popularity.

Ordinary people at the bottom are not familiar with him, but how can the service staff at the airport and dock not recognize his face?

Miscalculation, why didn't I think of getting a disguised photo on the certificate?I'm afraid it's too late to do so now, and it's not a matter of overnight to make a reasonable false identity.

Mao Taijiu frowned, touching his lips and thinking.

South Korea's plastic surgery technology is extremely advanced, but Mao Taijiu has never thought about changing his appearance, and changing his name and surname is already his limit.

Mao Taijiu came to the study, turned on the computer, and through a series of complicated operations, he landed on a very special website.

This website is commonly known as an.com. It will not be found by public search engines, but those who know it will still know that many dark and secret transactions are carried out here.

Mao Taijiu sent a buyer's message: "Qiu Chengyun recently sent news from Japan privately, and you can pay in US dollars."