When Feng Ju saw Li Shang, Li Shang was also looking at him, but their eyes met only briefly, and neither of them spoke first.
The special commissioner was sitting on a black leather sofa, habitually holding a crystal goblet with a bit of dark red wine remaining at the bottom, reminiscent of blood.
He did not drink but slowly rotated the stem with his long fingers. The light from the ceiling reflected off the glass, casting flickering shadows on his face.
"Have you found [Mask]?"
The commissioner's voice was low, asking coldly.
Feng Ju's body reacted almost instinctively, tensing up and bowing his head so low it nearly touched his chest.
His Adam's apple moved as he swallowed with difficulty, making him appear both terrified and ashamed:
"I'm sorry, Commissioner, I've done everything within my power, deployed every resource, every informant.
I've had Zheng Hang's former residence and any places he frequented under 24-hour surveillance, but still haven't found a trace of him.
