The blond man snickered coldly, "This means we are back to square one. The identity of the mysterious woman could be anything. Who knows if she is planted by Feng Dingxiong against us or maybe his son Feng Jianyu has discovered something."
He narrowed his eyes at the two photographs kept on the table, One of Young Alice and the other of the mysterious masked woman XM.
"She could be anyone but not the girl killed seven years back. No one can survive Shao's brutal torture… Tsk… tsk… she was just a tiny girl," He pulled the chair to sit across the oak wood table and took out the dagger tucked at his waist.
