"You guys go after her. I'll ask the female model about her situation; maybe I can draw her true appearance," Lu Zhiwei instructed Luo Wuyan, splitting them into two groups.

Luo Wuyan took a bodyguard with her to chase after the person.

Lu Zhiwei remained in the hotel suite and looked around. The room was full of things that the person had used earlier.

The person was cautious; he wore gloves throughout the live stream and left no fingerprints.

The female model was temporarily kept behind by Lu Zhiwei: "Was the person who did your makeup just now a man or a woman?"

"It's a woman."

"What does it look like? Can you describe it to me?" Lu Zhiwei took a notebook and a pen from the table in the room.

"She was wearing a black hat, mask, and sunglasses the whole time, completely covered up, so I couldn't see her clearly. And she didn't say a word, so I thought she was mute."

"..." Lu Zhiwei scratched her short hair in frustration.

The other party was a master; they did everything flawlessly.

She found herself at a loss for words.

Let alone depicting her true appearance.

As Lu Zhiwei walked out of the hotel, Luo Wuyan rushed back, panting, with her bodyguards: "I'm so sorry, Weiwei, she got away. Should we call the police?"

“I’ll report to Captain Liu personally later. Didn’t she beat me? I still owe her one thing. She’ll show up eventually,” Lu Zhiwei said through gritted teeth.

She was filled with regret and self-blame after missing the murderer again.

If only she had come earlier.

On the way back, Lu Zhiwei sent a message to Banmianzhuang using William's account: "You've won. Name your terms."