Through that half-intact screen, a face came into Hou Wendong's sight, clear and menacing.
It was a smooth, pale bone mask without any human features.
"[Mask]!"
Hou Wendong frowned deeply, almost blurting out the name.
Thanks to the recent Martial Arts Tournament, or rather the advanced reporters from Light Prism TV Station, [Mask] is now a household name in Zone 9.
If the bone mask can be meticulously replicated, then the inhuman eyes beneath it, almost oozing coldness and malice even through a screen, could never be faked.
Moreover, Hou Wendong never considered the video to be fake.
He trusted Li Shang relatively well. Besides, he couldn't think of any reason for Li Shang to fabricate such a video.
Indeed, Li Shang hadn't faked the video; everything Hou Wendong saw was real.
And Hou Wendong didn't disappoint. After handling a few cases, he felt he had honed some deductive skills.
