West City!
There is a very small and remote tailor shop.
Jiao Qingyuan stood at the door, frowning.
At his home in the community, he had paid respects to Dr. Jiu Mao and his family before throwing the gas nest stone into the cemetery, but he did not stay long.
He found a fake base station and sent a mass SMS.
After finishing these tasks, the gas nest stone would soon explode.
Jiao Qingyuan opened the clothing store; inside it was narrow and cramped, with a gaunt middle-aged man sewing clothes.
He stopped the ancient sewing machine and looked up at Jiao Qingyuan.
"Are you severely injured?"
The middle-aged man smiled calmly and said.
"Coward!"
Jiao Qingyuan said coldly.
"Your clothes are ready, still the design from Jiu Mao's Foster Father back then!"
The middle-aged man didn't care.
He found a dark green robe from a hidden compartment in the sewing machine.
It was tailored to fit Jiao Qingyuan's body snugly.
Neither too big nor too small, it fit perfectly.
