427: Chapter 427 The Art of Disguise!

The old man leaned back in his wheelchair, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"The cultivation system in the Dragon Kingdom is different from ours."

"They have thousands of years of inheritance, complete cultivation techniques, and all sorts of unimaginable ways to cultivate."

"A Celestial Master Realm in his twenties..."

He paused, the sharp light in his eyes growing more intense.

"In the history of the Dragon Kingdom, it's not like such a person has never appeared."

Black Widow fell silent.

She thought of that young man in the security room, that calm and composed face, and that fearless attitude.

If he really was in the Celestial Master Realm...

Then Steel Bear's loss wasn't undeserved.

Their group was simply no match for him.

But before she could finish processing this shocking news, the Doctor continued.

"In the words of the Dragon Kingdom, he is a peerless genius."

"If we could take him for research..."

A strange fanaticism flickered in his eyes. "We could definitely create batch after batch of Celestial Master Realm ability users!"

Hearing this, Black Widow snapped her legs together, her whole body jolting. "Doctor, you mean..."

The old man raised a withered hand and waved it gently.

"Notify the Bureau to mobilize every force available."

"This Ye Chen must be captured within three days, and he must be taken alive!"

Black Widow took a deep breath. "Yes, Doctor."

...

The next morning.

Yan Qingwu dizzily rolled over and reached out her hand...

Hmm?

Soft?

And warm?

She snapped her eyes open to find a familiar face inches away, eyes closed and breathing steadily.

Ye Chen?

Ye Chen!!!!

Yan Qingwu's brain instantly short-circuited. She sprang from the bed as if struck by lightning, grabbed the quilt to cover herself, and stared deathly at the guy lying flat on the bed.

"You, you, you... why are you in my bed???"

Countless possibilities flashed through her mind like a movie.

A pervert?

A sex maniac?

Or...

Was this guy finally making a move on her???

But when she looked down at herself, she found her clothes perfectly intact, not a single button undone.

Looking up again, she saw the nightstand was covered in items.

Knives of various sizes, tweezers, brushes, a pile of bottles and jars of pigments, and several things as thin as cicada wings...

Masks?

No...

Is this guy into roleplay or something???

Hearing the commotion.

Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, yawned, and sat up from the bed. "You're awake?"

Wrapped in the quilt, Yan Qingwu shrunk into the corner of the bed and stared at him warily. "You... what are you trying to do? I'm warning you, I'm the eldest young lady of the Yan Family! If you dare to do anything reckless, my father won't let you off!"

Ye Chen rolled his eyes, casually picked up a mirror from the nightstand, and handed it to her.

"See for yourself."

Yan Qingwu froze for a moment, subconsciously took the mirror, and looked inside...

"AHHHHH!!!!"

A scream almost blew the ceiling off.

The person in the mirror wasn't her at all!

It was a completely unfamiliar face!

A high-bridged nose!

Deep eye sockets!

A spitting image of a Western beauty!

Yan Qingwu violently threw the mirror aside and frantically touched her face with both hands.

The texture was wrong!

She rushed into the bathroom and looked into the large mirror above the sink—

The face in the mirror still had blonde hair and blue eyes, glamorous and moving, but... it wasn't her!

"What... what is going on?"

Yan Qingwu turned around and looked at Ye Chen, who had followed her in, her eyes filled with shock. "You... what did you do to me?"

Ye Chen leaned against the doorframe, looking perfectly calm.

"I gave you a disguise."

"How is it? Surprised?"

Yan Qingwu's eyes widened as she looked at him in disbelief.

"Disguise?"

"You know how to use disguises???"

Ye Chen smiled slightly, pulled a mask as thin as a cicada's wing from his pocket, and pressed it onto his face.

Then, under Yan Qingwu's shocked gaze, his face began to change.

His originally clean and handsome Eastern face transformed in the blink of an eye into a bearded Western man.

High nose, deep eyes, rough skin—the spitting image of a local Chicago tough guy.

Ye Chen spread his arms, spun in place, and grinned.

"How is it? Handsome?"

Yan Qingwu looked at the completely unfamiliar "foreigner" in front of her, totally stunned.

She reached out and poked Ye Chen's face.

It was soft.

It was warm.

It was elastic.

It felt exactly like real human skin!

"This... how is this possible?"

She withdrew her hand in disbelief. "I've heard of Disguise Arts, but at most it's using makeup to change the contours of the features. How can it completely turn you into another person like this?"

Ye Chen chuckled, raised his hand to peel off the mask, and restored his original appearance.

"Ordinary Disguise Arts certainly can't."

"But this mask of mine is made from special materials."

"Once applied to the face, it merges perfectly with the skin. Forget the naked eye; even a machine scan wouldn't be able to identify it."

Indeed.

After someone broke in last night, Ye Chen had given it some serious thought.

Finally.

He had made a trip outside and, based on the disguise records in the Houtu Inheritance, bought a bunch of materials. Then, while Yan Qingwu was under the influence of the knockout drug, he conveniently gave her a disguise...

Yan Qingwu was stunned for a few seconds before exclaiming, "This... this is too miraculous!"

Ye Chen casually took out a pair of colored contact lenses and waved them in front of Yan Qingwu.

"Put on the contacts, then throw on a wig, and won't everything be perfect?"

Yan Qingwu took the contacts and carefully put them on in front of the mirror.

Paired with the long, blonde wavy hair Ye Chen handed over, the person in the mirror had completely become an authentic Western beauty.

She looked from the left and then the right, more satisfied the more she looked.

Suddenly, she snapped back to reality and stared at Ye Chen. "Wait, what exactly are you trying to do with all this?"

Ye Chen leaned against the bathroom doorframe and grinned.

"What else?"

"To steal things, of course."

Yan Qingwu froze for a moment. "Steal things? Didn't you say civilized people should pay attention to methods and approaches? This is your method?"

Ye Chen nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Exactly."

"Think about it. In our current looks, who would recognize us out there?"

"Once we're in the museum, we take the stuff, peel off the masks, dive into the crowd, and who could find us?"

He paused, his smile becoming even more radiant.

"Besides, we're from the Dragon Kingdom. It wouldn't sound good if word got out that we came to the USA to steal."

"But if it's two Westerners doing the stealing, then it has nothing to do with us."

"This is called..."

"Avoiding trouble for our country."

After hearing this, Yan Qingwu's eyes instantly lit up.

Good grief!

This line of thinking was brilliant!

She clapped her hands excitedly.

"So..."

"Now that the people from the Ability User Bureau have started targeting us, we'll change our identities, walk in boldly, and walk out boldly!"

"By the time they react, we'll have already run off with the goods."

The more she spoke.

Her heart surged with excitement, wishing she could rush into the museum and get to work right now.

Ye Chen stretched and spoke.

"Alright, let's get ready to head out!"

"From now on, your name is Lillian, from California, USA, and your profession is a photographer."

"My name is Jack, a Chicago local, and my profession is..."

He paused, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, "your boyfriend."

Yan Qingwu's face turned slightly red, and she gave him an annoyed glare. "Who's your girlfriend?"

Ye Chen shrugged.

"We're acting, be professional."

Yan Qingwu was both embarrassed and annoyed, but in the end, she suppressed her feelings and nodded. "Got it."

Ye Chen put on his wig and gave a grand wave of his hand.

"Let's go."

"Time to teach those 'hybrids' a lesson."

...

Twelve noon, Chicago History Museum.

Sunlight filtered down, reflecting off this building that had witnessed three hundred years of historical change, making it look solemn and majestic.

However, at this moment, the museum entrance was a sea of people, bustling with activity.

A long queue wound from the entrance all the way to the street corner, with at least several thousand people.

Blonde-haired and blue-eyed locals, people of African descent, Middle Eastern tourists with headscarves, Asian faces speaking various languages...

People of all races gathered together, crowded and noisy, even more bustling than a wet market.

Reporters carried their cameras and equipment, set up on both sides of the line, snapping photos of the crowd frantically.

Several television stations were broadcasting live on-site, with a blonde female host holding a microphone and enthusiastically introducing the scene to the camera.

"Hello, viewers!"

"I'm Emily, a reporter for Chicago TV, and right now I'm at the entrance of the Chicago History Museum!"

"Today, a national treasure-level artifact will be on display here..."

"The legendary Kunlun Ruins bronze gate key!"

"It is said that this key has a history of thousands of years and is a precious cultural relic that was lost overseas from the Dragon Kingdom!"

"This exhibition will last for three days and has attracted tourists and collectors from all over the world!"

...

In the crowd, Ye Chen and Yan Qingwu stood side by side.

Ye Chen wore a faded denim jacket and had a full beard, looking exactly like a rough Chicago local.

Yan Qingwu had long, blonde wavy hair and held a DSLR camera, looking like an artistic young woman on vacation.

She leaned toward Ye Chen's ear and whispered, "There are so many people. How long will we have to wait in line?"

Ye Chen looked perfectly calm.

"Line up slowly."

"The item isn't going anywhere anyway."

Yan Qingwu curled her lip and continued to pretend to take photos.

Just then.

"Out of the way! Everyone get the hell out of the way!"

A series of crude shouts came from the back of the queue.