Super Special Forces King

Chapter 46-The Young Master

The tumbling bath was steaming with steam.

Spraying on the body gives a warm feeling.

Zhang Feng sat in the bath, his body wrapped in heat.

The air bubbles ejected from the upper, lower, left and right vents roll over the body!

"Second, how did these injuries on your body come from?"

Lao Zhuang lay halfway in the bath, squinting comfortably, and asked.

Zhang Feng did not speak, but his lips moved slightly. When he opened his mouth, a thin blade was placed on the teeth.

Said: "Lao Zhuang, don't mention it. When I was a child, I learned kung fu from the old man when he had no food, slipped the door, broke the lock, cut the bag and stolen, and if it didn't go well, the old man was tortured. Hey, don't mention the past!

Lao Zhuang nodded and looked at the blade dangling from Zhang Feng's teeth.

Thieves who can be trained to hide a blade in their mouth have all worked hard. How many times a sharp blade cuts the mouth can they be trained.

Thinking of this, it is not surprising to look at the scars on Zhang Feng's body.

"By the way, second child, I heard Uncle Sang said that there is a tattoo artist from Thailand on the boat. General Kunsha specially invited him from Thailand. Let's get a tattoo at that time." Lao Zhuang suggested.

"Really? I thought about tattoos before, but I didn't find a suitable tattoo artist." Zhang Feng said.

In fact, he didn't have any big thoughts about tattoos in his heart, neither hated nor liked them.

After entering the army, tattoos become taboo and impossible to be allowed. However, Lao Zhuang now mentioned that Zhang Feng could not find a reason to refuse, so he could only agree.

After soaking for an hour, the muscles of the body are soft and soft, and they are fully relaxed.

The bathroom door was pushed open from the outside, and both Zhang Feng and Lao Zhuang looked towards the door.

Logically speaking, this bathroom Lao Zhuang will not entertain other people after it is booked.

The two people looked at each other with a sense of vigilance. It was so commonplace to eat black in this poison nest and had to be guarded.

It's just that Zhang Feng and Lao Zhuang's alertness is eliminated when they see the people walking in.

"Ok."

With a sweet snort, the girl left Zhang Feng a wink and walked out of the locker room.

"Bah, you are the life of a duck!" Lao Zhuang cursed sour when he couldn't eat grapes.

"Hey, isn't this holding back too long, haha, let's go, Lao Zhuang, don't you say that there is a tattoo artist invited by General Kunsha from Thailand? Take me to see and see!" Zhang Feng sneered and put on his clothes On, said.

"Let's go!" Lao Zhuang said.

The two went to Uncle Sang first, indicating that Zhang Feng wanted to ask the tattoo artist requested by General Kunsha to help him get a tattoo.

Uncle Sang nodded without a smile, looked around Zhang Feng's body, smiled and said: "Young people must know how to control, young people don't know what is precious, always look at B Kong and cry. Hahaha."

"Uncle Sang, you laugh at me too." Zhang Feng scratched his head in embarrassment.

"It's just a joke, Lao Zhuang, you are a nice little brother, it seems that Huo Ye's men will have another fierce general. Go get a tattoo." Uncle Sang waved his hand and said.

"Thank you, Uncle Sang!"

Leaving Uncle Sang's room, the two found a cruise ship service staff to lead the way and walked towards the tattoo artist's room.

Pushing open the door, I saw a fat man with dark skin sketching on the drawing board.

The man's naked arm is covered with tattoos. It is a glaring Buddha statue. At first glance, it looks like a kind eyebrow, but if you look at it, you will find that it is actually a hungry ghost!

Lifelike and vivid.

"#%￥%*……%" The obese man uttered a string of bird words, and Zhang Feng and Lao Zhuang were confused.

Zhang Feng shook his head. He and Lao Zhuang didn't understand Thai at all, so there was no way to communicate.

Trying to ask: "Do you speak Huaxia?"

"A little bit, what are you doing here?" the tattoo artist said in a jerky and crappy Chinese language.

Although the tone sounds uncomfortable, it is able to communicate anyway.

Lao Zhuang said: "My brother wants to get a tattoo. He has already greeted Uncle Sang, that is, your boss. What kind of fit do you see?"