In the surveillance footage of the parking lot, Li Qiao easily located the positions of the Bentley cars.
From their arrival to their departure, it all took less than fifteen minutes.
And throughout the whole time, no one got out of the cars.
Li Qiao found the closest surveillance point to the Bentley cars, and half a minute later, she plunged into deep thought while watching the playback.
Should one say that the other party was too clever or too cunning? The camera had clearly captured the moment when the middle Bentley lowered its window.
But neither the angle nor the position could capture the faces of those inside the car.
As for the white glove she saw, it had appeared when someone rested their elbow on the window, with their forehead propped on their hand.
Li Qiao tapped her fingers on the desk, an idea on the verge of breaking through.
