C588 No One Was There.

Thinking of the bullet head...

When he thought of the bullet's head, Hee Shiming's face lit up with joy.

With the tracking chicken, wouldn't he be able to use the bullet's head to find the killer's location?

Hee Shiming threw the cigarette butt on the ground and got into the car.

Half an hour later.

When Hee Shiming returned to the seaside manor