Three days later, the "Old Task Force" was in a safe house located in the Red Giant Wolf District.

Shang Jianyao stood up and walked towards the cracked full-length mirror in the room.

In the mirror, his hair was a brownish color, and his eye sockets were cleverly outlined, making them appear quite deep.

His facial contours were also more three-dimensional under the modification of foundation and other things.

This made him look like a pure Red River person.

Under Jiang Baimian's skillful disguise, Shang Jianyao became less handsome, so as not to be noticed in the noble box and arouse suspicion.

However, his tall figure and masculine temperament were preserved as they were, anyway, this was not so conspicuous among the "First City" noble class, who outwardly advocated force.

According to Jiang Baimian, a large part of the gene-modified raw materials and drugs exported by "Pangu Biology" every year went to the First City and were shared by the nobles.

On the one hand, they proclaimed that the destruction of the Old World came from forbidden experiments, and called on everyone to resist unnatural genetic technology. On the other hand, they secretly improved their own genes, in order to prove to the ruled that the nobles had blood, had inheritance, and were the darlings of heaven.

Therefore, in the "First City" noble group, a large number of people were over 1.80 meters tall, with a tall figure, a strong physique, and a good appearance.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Shang Jianyao suddenly sighed:

"Sigh..."

"What's wrong? Do you think you're not handsome enough?" Jiang Baimian joked with a smile.

With Shang Jianyao's thinking, this was definitely not the reason... Long Yuehong muttered silently.

Of course, he couldn't figure out why Shang Jianyao sighed.

Shang Jianyao withdrew his gaze, looking regretful:

"Too ordinary. I finally dyed my hair, how can there only be one color?"

"You still want seven colors?" Jiang Baimian laughed.

Shang Jianyao thought for a while and said seriously:

"That's too conspicuous. Three primary colors are enough."

That's also very unconventional, okay? Long Yuehong slandered in his heart.

Jiang Baimian ignored Shang Jianyao's complaints and began to tidy herself up in front of the mirror.

She was very satisfied with her black hair and did not change its color. Anyway, there were also black-haired groups in the Red River race - this was even the mainstream group that established the "First City" at the beginning, and they came from the Axsen region.

The owner of a restaurant near the Ugo Hotel where the "Old Task Force" had eaten before was an Axsen person, and his hair was as black as the gray earth people.

Jiang Baimian now just let her hair down, made it a little curly, and then used a pair of beauty-enhancing contact lenses that the "Black Shirts" had managed to get.

This thing had no power, it was an antique from the Old World. Although the packaging was still intact, Jiang Baimian didn't know if it could still be used.

She could only rely on the extraordinary physique of the "Chosen One" to forcibly wear it after processing it according to the procedure. Anyway, it was only a matter of two or three hours.

This made her eyes a piece of azure, like the quiet sea under the sun.

Her facial features and facial lines were also treated to make her look more like an Axsen person and not so beautiful.

This time, she would be watching the gladiator competition as Shang Jianyao's female companion.

"There is only one pair of these contact lenses. Little Bai, why don't you and Little Hong continue to be gray earth people? But you have to modify your faces so that you won't be recognized by the people of the 'Anti-Intellectualism Church'," Jiang Baimian flicked her hair and looked at Bai Chen, "Anyway, which of those nobles doesn't have a few gray earth slaves."

Bai Chen was silent for two seconds and said:

"I still won't enter the arena. Let's stay outside with Old Ge to respond."

Genava belonged to "heavy weapons" and could not be brought into the arena, let alone the noble box.

Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"Okay."

She didn't ask why.

Then, she smiled at Long Yuehong:

"Do you want to dye your hair, or keep it the way it is now?"

Long Yuehong was still relatively resistant to dyeing his hair.

No one inside "Pangu Biology" dyes their hair!

"Okay, sit down, I'll pad your nose, trim your eyebrows, and draw eyeliner. In short, I'll make you look like another person." It wasn't Jiang Baimian who spoke, but Shang Jianyao.

He imitated Jiang Baimian's tone, as if he had mastered the corresponding technology just now.

Of course, Long Yuehong didn't dare to be his test subject. He took a step back and mumbled:

"I'm afraid you'll draw me like a woman."

Like Ru Hua!

Shang Jianyao laughed:

"Wouldn't that be a good thing?

"Perfect disguise!"

"Sit down, I'll do it." Jiang Baimian glared at Shang Jianyao and said with a smile, "Actually, the best at this technology is Old Ge. As long as he obtains the corresponding data, he can immediately become a makeup master. My auxiliary chip is not that strong, and it is not as good as intelligent robots in terms of controllability."

Genava moved his metal-cast neck:

"Judging from the height, body type, and facial features, it would be better for Little Hong to disguise himself as a Red River noble, in a more feminine direction."

Although he knew that Old Ge was telling the truth, he just didn't understand the ways of the world, Long Yuehong still had the feeling that a mouthful of old blood was rushing to his throat.

He took a breath and said:

"I'm a gray earth slave."

Jiang Baimian held back her laughter and began to put on makeup for him.

During this process, Long Yuehong asked puzzled:

"Team Leader, why let Shang Jianyao play a noble? He can also be a gray earth slave."

It is common for Red River female nobles to keep tall gray earth slaves in the "First City".

It wasn't that Long Yuehong was jealous of Shang Jianyao, but he felt that with Shang Jianyao's brain in a state of random抽, he might make some mistakes when chatting with people in the noble box.

"That's too conspicuous." Jiang Baimian replied while busy, "The primary requirement this time is to be low-key and not attract attention. Besides, if there is a real opportunity, he can get in touch with the target more easily as a noble and play the role of 'Reasoning Clown'.

"Well, also, although the use of guns and weapons has narrowed the gap in the physique of men and women after experiencing the chaotic era, in the so-called high society of the 'First City', the status of female nobles is not low, and there are many of them, but there is one for every one who is keen on watching gladiator competitions instead of accompanying male friends, everyone should know each other."

Shang Jianyao smiled from the side:

"Actually, you can let Little Hong play the noble, and I and you be his slaves. I'm just afraid that when the time comes, he will find that he needs to be on his own, and his legs will tremble."

"How is that possible..." Long Yuehong retorted subconsciously.

He didn't continue this topic.

After finishing the disguise, the five members of the "Old Task Force" checked the time and set off separately.

This time, Genava and Bai Chen drove the original modified jeep, while Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Long Yuehong got into the newly rented, relatively grand black car.

The Supreme Arena was in the Red Giant Wolf District, not far from the Golden Apple District, with fewer surrounding buildings and open terrain.

After parking the car, Shang Jianyao took a stride and went straight to the separate entrance of the noble box.

Jiang Baimian grabbed him and gave him a "sweet" smile.

Then, she took Shang Jianyao's arm, conscientiously playing the role of a female companion.

Long Yuehong followed closely with a bag containing a pistol, as a servant and bodyguard.

At the entrance, the burly security personnel first checked the tickets, and then looked at Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao's clothes, which should not be able to hide heavy weapons, and politely signaled that they could enter.

Long Yuehong was searched carefully from top to bottom.

The noble box was located in the best viewing angle and distance of the south stand of the arena. Compared with the surrounding open-air seats, it had a roof to shield from the sun and rain, bulletproof glass curtain walls, and semi-enclosed transparent cubicles.

Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian, and Long Yuehong found the cubicle corresponding to the ticket and sat down separately.

As soon as his butt touched the soft chair surface, Long Yuehong realized that none of the servants in the nearby cubicles were sitting, even though they also entered with tickets.

After a second of stagnation, Long Yuehong forcibly pulled himself away from the position and stood behind Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian, posing a "professional" posture.

Just then, another group of people entered the noble box.

Long Yuehong, Jiang Baimian, and Shang Jianyao looked over and saw a familiar face.

General Focas, who looks like a lion!

Why is he here? Long Yuehong was shocked.

...

Near Antanna Street, in a small store selling privately brewed wine.

"You're really lucky. You've been matched successfully. You've been matched successfully on the first try!" The organ merchant Yan Miao led Han Wanghuo inside, smiling and said, "Maybe it's like a gray earth proverb says, good people are rewarded. Hehe, although I am also a gray earth person, I grew up in the First City, and I don't really understand gray earth culture..."

Han Wanghuo ignored his nagging and asked directly:

"Is it the lady you mentioned last time?"

"Yes, you'll see her in a moment." Yan Miao turned into a booth in the corner of the store, pointing to the opposite side and saying, "Wait for about a quarter of an hour."

"I thought you would be very punctual." Han Wanghuo said calmly.

Similar black market transactions should be accurate to the minute, how can there be a reason to wait so long?

Yan Miao smiled:

"What are you worried about? Even if you encounter a security officer, the person who should be afraid is the boss here, not us.

"A man and a woman plus an introducer meeting, what could happen?"

Han Wanghuo nodded slightly and sat down.

He didn't know how to respond to Yan Miao's words just now, so he could only remain silent.