Chapter 446: Tattoo for Her

Nelson didn't answer. He parked the car in a secluded yet bustling area. People were coming and going, and as night approached, the place was buzzing with activity. Callie was stunned. She had lived in Ylosea for two years and knew this was the night market. What shocked her was seeing Nelson at the night market. He spoke coldly, "Get out." Callie had no idea what he was up to, and the string of curses she had in her mind never got a chance to be spoken. Nelson was dressed casually in a white shirt and black trousers, moving through the flyer-covered walls and the calls of food vendors without seeming out of place. Callie followed him aimlessly. At the end of an alley, there was a very small, old shop with a bicycle from the 80s or 90s parked outside. A dim yellow light hung inside. People inside were either lying down or sitting, letting out muffled groans as someone drew lines on their bodies. It was a tattoo parlor. Nelson walked in naturally. An elderly man with a hunc