White Gloves

The man's face was full of tattoos as well. His eyes, which sunk in the royal blue tattoo ink, were riveted on Lin Sanjiu. 

Suddenly, his lips quivered.

'What?'

Lin Sanjiu was dumbfounded, but she kept her guard up. She held the tattooed man's gaze and frowned. "What are you—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly felt a tinge of itchiness on her wrist. She looked down and saw black ink seep into her skin, forming into two words. 

Looking at the two words, realization dawned upon her as she understood why Mayor Orlean would be so furious. 

"What the hell is this?" She lifted her head to look at the man and raised her voice. "What have you done?"