Lu Ming Bell pointed at the photo in his hand, his voice filled with resentment.
The photo showed a tall, strong, middle-aged man with a rugged face, wearing a hat. He had a scar on his brow that stretched nearly across his entire face.
However, after the woman in the black dress glanced at it, she didn't take the photo. Instead, she asked in a strange tone,
"Are you sure it was this person?"
Even through the mask, Lu Ming Bell could feel her gaze fixed on him.
"Yes. We also have surveillance footage. It captured this man's face."
Afraid she would think he was lying, Lu Ming Bell quickly took out his phone, pulled up a video clip from the surveillance footage, and held it out to the woman in the black dress.
However, after watching it, the woman in the black dress let out a clear, bright laugh, like the chime of a bronze bell in the wind.
"Interesting. A dead man who can still kill."
Lu Ming Bell was visibly shaken.
"My Lady, what do you mean by that?"
