Chapitre 164: Dead People Don't Need Any Evidence.

"Fucking bug, how dare you!!"

"Did something happen, Mr. Lou? A middle-aged man asked as he looked at the man called Mr. Lou.

The middle-aged man looked to be in his late 30s; his face bore the subtle lines of experience and the beginnings of a distinguished look. 

His neatly trimmed, dark hair was tinged with hints of gray at the temples, suggesting a life that had seen its share of challenges and successes.

He was dressed in a finely tailored blue suit that exuded an air of professionalism and sophistication.

The fabric draped impeccably, accentuating his muscular physique. 

The shade of blue was neither too bold nor too muted, striking a perfect balance between classic and contemporary.

The man's choice of attire, along with his confident demeanor, hinted at a person who took pride in his appearance and likely held a position of importance or authority.