Lu Mingzhong pointed at the photo in his hand, his tone resentful.
The photo showed a tall, strong man with a rugged face and a hat.
A middle-aged man with a knife scar almost completely across his brow bone.
However, after the Black Dress Woman glanced at it,
she did not take it, but instead asked with a strange tone,
"Are you sure it's this person?"
Even with the mask, Lu Mingzhong could feel her gaze fixed on him.
"Yes, there's also surveillance footage here, and it captured this person's face."
Lu Mingzhong was afraid she would think he was lying.
He quickly took out his phone, pulled up a video clip edited from the surveillance footage, and handed it to the Black Dress Woman.
However, after watching it, the Black Dress Woman let out a clear, bell-like laugh, as if wind was blowing through a copper bell.
"Interesting, a dead person can still kill."
Lu Mingzhong's expression changed.
"My Lady, what do you mean by that?"
"I encountered this person before, and I bestowed him with a transformation, but unfortunately, he couldn't endure it and died!"
The Black Dress Woman said indifferently.
"The murderer who killed your son should be someone else, perhaps disguised.
However, just looking at the appearance, there's almost no difference, even I find it hard to distinguish. Although I don't know how this person managed it, finding him won't be difficult."
At this point, she took the white shirt.
The next moment, a strange scene occurred.
Wisps of black mist rose from between her slender fingers, like living things, then twisted and coiled, enveloping the white shirt.
Visibly,
patches of black appeared on the shirt's surface, and within a few breaths, it transformed from its original white to pitch black.
The fabric began to collapse and decompose, turning into a thick, inky, floating black mist.
Suddenly,
the mist contracted, transforming into a palm-sized black crow with two red dots for eyes.
After the crow appeared, it first affectionately rubbed against the Black Dress Woman's palm, then tilted its head and preened its black feathers.
Lu Mingzhong watched this scene, his respectful expression deepening.
He felt even more wary and awed by such unknown methods.
"Go, find the murderer who killed the owner of this clothing!"
The Black Dress Woman said indifferently.
—Caw! Caw!
The black bird immediately let out a harsh cry and flapped its wings, flying outwards.
…
Night, neon lights dazzling.
A light rain had fallen at some point.
Although the rain was light, there was a lot of standing water on the road. These puddles of varying sizes were like broken mirrors scattered on the ground, reflecting the distant neon lights and the lead-gray, gloomy sky.
Splash!
Black wheels rolled over the standing water, splashing up a spray of water.
A black car was moving at a steady speed.
In front of the car, a black crow with red eyes, almost blending into the night sky, was flapping its wings and flying in a certain direction.
Finally, it entered an alley.
The car also stopped at the intersection.
The car door opened.
Lu Mingzhong got out of the car.
The rain wet his hair.
He turned his head to look.
He saw that the Black Dress Woman had also gotten out.
But what was shocking was that
the falling raindrops, just as they were about to land on her head, seemed to be blocked by some invisible force, unable to touch her in the slightest.
The Black Dress Woman walked to the alley entrance and looked at where the crow had stopped.
She waved her hand.
The manhole cover below seemed to be struck by an invisible force, directly flipping open and falling to the side.
After looking down, she looked at the crow again, but the crow remained still.
"That person must have thrown the clothes in here before, and it was handled very cleanly.
It's a pity, too much time has passed, and it's rained several times these past few days. If it had been two days earlier, it might have been possible to find it."
At this point,
she looked at Lu Mingzhong.
"Before your son died, did he have any grudges with anyone?"
Upon hearing this,
Lu Mingzhong shook his head.
"I'm not sure about that. I have many enemies, so it's hard to guarantee that those old fellows wouldn't stoop to attacking him."
At this point, he paused.
"However, there was also a woman killed along with my son. Could it be…"
Thinking of this,
his eyes brightened slightly, as if he had understood something.
He pulled out his phone.
And made a call.
He didn't know what the other side said.
His face grew increasingly grim.
As if sensing the Black Dress Woman's gaze,
he explained,
"That kid once, for the sake of that woman, hired someone to beat a young man named Hu Qi into the hospital. But not only was this person fine, he even joined the Red Scale Club, passed the assessment, and became a provisional Core Class member."
"In that case, it must be this person. Do you still want revenge?"
The Black Dress Woman's tone was playful.
"Red Scale Fighting Club…"
Lu Mingzhong muttered, his expression fluctuating.
After a brief silence, he spoke again, his voice a little hoarse.
"My Lady, I think we should forget it. My son was never a good person; his death was just Karma for what he had sown before. There's no use forcing it.
I feel I'm still young, and if my son is gone, he's gone. If I work hard and have another one, it won't be a big problem."
The Red Scale Fighting Club, in the eyes of ordinary people, was just a place that taught fighting.
Only a small number of people knew what kind of terrifying existences stood behind it.
If that Hu Qi were just an ordinary student, then so be it.
But the other party had already obtained a Core Class spot and would soon go to that place.
This also meant that the other party had entered the sight of those existences.
Don't look at him now as having considerable influence.
But compared to those existences,
he was nothing. They could make him and his businesses vanish with a flick of a finger.
Moreover, even if he made a request, the person in front of him would not help him.
Killing an ordinary person and provoking the existences behind the Red Scale Club were completely different concepts.
Then,
he seemed to think of something.
He looked at the Black Dress Woman and said,
"No matter what, what I promised you before is still valid."
As he said this, he did not notice the Black Dress Woman's somewhat strange expression hidden behind her mask.
…
Night.
Inside the rental apartment in Hanlin Garden Community.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
…
Hu Qi stood, his feet spread shoulder-width apart.
He tightly gripped a heavy, large axe, raised it above his head, and brought it down with force.
Then he pulled the axe back, slightly turned his body, and used the power of his waist to swing his arm horizontally, the axe blade cutting an arc and splitting diagonally outwards.
Immediately after, he held the axe with one hand, his other hand providing a virtual support, and thrust forward quickly, his movements as agile as lightning.
As his figure moved up and down, the axe in his hand danced.
More than half an hour later, Hu Qi finally stopped.
His face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily, like a bellows.
Even with the air conditioning on, after such a long period of exercise, the sweat on his body had already soaked his vest and was flowing down his skin.
Thud!
He put down the axe in his hand, and as it landed, it made a dull thud against the floor.
