C288 The real murderer

"I... "I ?" Huang Liming swallowed his saliva.

"Also, let's not talk about whether you are from the Third Street. I captured you for a single person." I squatted down and looked at Huang Liming. It was a forty odd years old face, and there was still some leftover flesh on it. It was obvious that this was the face of a tyrannical upstart