Patrol Office.
In a smoke-filled meeting room.
A group of chiefs who had been up for several nights sat at the table, faces full of exhaustion, eyes bloodshot, with cigarettes one after another in their mouths.
On the small whiteboard in front of the conference table, there was a hand-drawn portrait: a black face with white teeth, noted with the nickname [Black Face] beside it.
Next to the hand-drawn portrait was an arrow pointing to another strange portrait: a face pale as snow, no facial features, only black pupils visible, noted with the nickname [Mask].
In fact, the chiefs wanted to call the second portrait [Vampire Bone Face], but the nickname was too terrifying, so Li Shang overruled the crowd and changed it to [Mask].
At this moment, Li Shang, with a face full of stubble, which had not been shaved for several days, clutched the portrait of [Mask], his eyes sunken into the drawing.
"After all this time, did the person just vanish into thin air?"
