Backdoor Program!

With the support of his thugs, Tiger covered his head with clothes and limped back to the hotel in North Street.

Because he was not cooperative when he was getting his tattoo, he took a beating and looked quite miserable.

In the curious sight of others, he lowered his head through the hall and returned to his room while being held by his thugs.

He slammed the door behind him and pulled off the clothes that covered his head. Then, he quickly walked to the mirror.

There were two cats tattooed on his face; a fat one and a skinny one. They moved while his muscles twitched and looked quite vivid under the light.

Tiger looked hopeless.

"Brother… Brother Tiger," the thug said with a flattering voice as he did his best to restrain his laughter while Tiger's muscles twitched. He handed the iodine and cotton swabs with both hands. Please… please treat yourself first."