The black-clad man glanced at the portrait on the bounty order, a faint flicker of unusual light crossing his eyes, before shaking his head indifferently:
"I don't know her!"
"Nonsense!"
A martial artist sneered, "I saw your face with my own eyes earlier at Weilin Tower! You look at least seventy to eighty percent similar to the woman in this portrait! And you still dare to say you don't know her?"
Elder Chen's voice grew harsher, "Confess honestly, and you might suffer less pain. Otherwise, I'll show you the meaning of 'a fate worse than death'!!"
The black-clad man spoke coldly, "I said I don't know her, and I don't! The world is vast and full of wonders; people resembling each other is not uncommon."
The martial artist who had spoken earlier sneered again, "Then why did you run?"
The black-clad man hesitated briefly before replying:
"You're after her for nothing more than money. I can give you money!"
"Oh?"
