Chapter 262: This is about reputation
They stopped in front of a rusty sheet metal door.
There were no markings on the door, as if it were just the entrance to an abandoned warehouse.
Two or three surveillance cameras were aimed at the area below the door.
Lin Wei stepped forward and waved at the cameras.
A moment later, a faint mechanical sound came from inside, and the sheet metal door slid inward, opening a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.
The two quickly slipped inside.
The door closed behind them.
Their view suddenly opened up.
The air was somewhat stale, permeated with the smell of smoke, alcohol, and blood...
Under the dim, flickering lights, many figures could be seen either sitting or standing.
They wore all sorts of masks, concealing their faces.
Some masks were ornate and bizarre, others simple and crude.
But without exception, they all exuded an aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.
This was clearly an underground black market gathering place for Aberrants.
A foul and chaotic atmosphere.
Su Zhan scanned this underground world.
Lin Wei seemed long accustomed to the environment here,
she didn't look around, leading Su Zhan straight to a relatively quiet corner.
Here, there was a small room built with crude partitions, with a crooked sign hanging at the entrance. On it, written in red paint, were the two characters: "Clinic."
Lifting the dirty cloth curtain that served as a door,
the space inside wasn't large, containing only a rusty surgical chair and some medical instruments that looked somewhat professional.
A figure with its back to them was rummaging through a cabinet.
Hearing the noise, the person turned around, wearing a plain white, simple mask with no patterns, only revealing the eyes and mouth.
They wore a white lab coat stained with some unidentified grime.
Their gaze swept over Lin Wei's black cat mask, finally settling on Su Zhan's ferocious ghost face mask: "Here? What do you need?"
Lin Wei stepped forward, lowering her voice: "The usual. A new face, plus a clean identity set."
"Two million."
The doctor was concise, the price long since memorized.
"Money isn't an issue."
Su Zhan spoke up, gesturing towards the bag he brought: "If I get plastic surgery at your place... doesn't that mean you already know what I look like?"
"Heh heh... of course."
The eyes behind the white mask seemed to narrow slightly, and they spread their hands: "Young man, you need to trust my clinic. We have powerful people backing us for protection, you can ask the woman beside you.
Think about it, this clinic has been open in this godforsaken place for over ten years. We've handled at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, clients. It's still open now, and we've never leaked a single client's appearance information.
That's reputation, understand?"
Su Zhan fell silent for a moment.
What the other person said could be true.
In the survival rules of these gray areas, credibility is very important.
He had no other choice.
He could only choose to believe this explanation.
"Alright."
Su Zhan opened the backpack and took out the cash wrapped in newspaper, gold bars, and jewelry inside.
The doctor only gave a rough count, then took away valuables worth roughly over two million, pushing the rest back to Su Zhan:
"That's enough. Plastic surgery, plus a full set of new identity documents, a one-stop service. That's the price. We take what we should, no more. We're not greedy."
Su Zhan nodded.
The doctor pointed to a metal plate nearby, which contained several pieces of dark red meat, casually saying: "Surgery prep takes a bit of time. Want a bite?"
Su Zhan glanced at the meat.
He certainly knew what kind of "meat" that was.
He waved his hand: "No need. I'm full."
The doctor didn't mind either, shrugging indifferently before turning back to prepare the surgical instruments.