The deputy was both surprised and apologetic.

"I’m sorry, our people didn’t notice this."

Damian Knight didn’t say anything, he bent down and picked up a piece, holding it in front of his eyes, showing suspicion: "Is this the skin residue they left behind? But why is there so much?"

"It’s not skin residue," Summer Monroe said with an unpleasant expression: "These are the materials for making human skin masks."

"Human skin masks?" Damian Knight’s brows immediately furrowed, "This means Stella Monroe might have changed her face and left Crestfall."

Summer Monroe nodded, saying with some emotion: "To make human skin masks, one must understand Ancient Chinese Medicine. Yet even the secluded teachers of Ancient Chinese Medicine, whom my adoptive parents sought advice from, don’t know how to make them. I thought this craft was lost, but surprisingly, there are still people who know it. It seems that the person who rescued Stella Monroe is indeed extraordinary."

Damian Knight’s expression turned stern as he instructed the deputy: "Tell everyone at the checkpoints to be aware, Stella Monroe’s face might have already changed."

"There’s no need for that," Summer Monroe interjected: "Even if you set up checkpoints, you can’t check passengers’ faces. Instead..."

Halfway through her sentence, she lowered her head and started checking flights.

"Instead of what?" Damian Knight asked.

Summer Monroe pointed at two flights and said: "I read in a book that a human skin mask made using Ancient Chinese Medicine has special materials, and generally, the mask begins to crack within five hours. Since Stella Monroe has changed her face, she will definitely go abroad to avoid being discovered by our people again domestically. So, they will definitely choose the country closest to Cathaysia."

Hearing this, Damian Knight also opened the software to check the flights.

"In that case, they’re either heading to Myanmar on the 9 o’clock flight or Mongolia at 9:30."

Summer Monroe nodded: "That’s my thought too."

"I understand what you mean," Damian Knight turned and instructed the deputy: "Immediately buy tickets, send people disguised in civilian clothes to board these two flights to Myanmar and Mongolia, and track suspicious individuals on the flight."

"Yes!"

The deputy immediately went to handle it.

They deployed half their personnel, boarding the flights to Myanmar and Mongolia.

The tickets for both flights were quickly sold out.

After arranging everything, Damian Knight let out a sigh of relief: "Luckily you knew these were the materials for making human skin masks, otherwise we would be like headless flies."

"Although we have a clue, I’m still not sure we can find her."

"At least there’s a chance now."

Summer Monroe nodded, collecting the fragmented human skin mask material from the ground.

Damian Knight asked: "What are you collecting these things for?"

Summer Monroe put the items in her pocket, looked at Damian Knight, and said: "I always thought making human skin masks was just a legend. But since someone can make them, it proves this thing can actually be made. I also want to try making them, maybe it will come in handy in the future."

"You’re right, one day we’ll try making them together."

"Okay."

...

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Henry Stanton’s court hearing.

The trial was public and could be livestreamed online.

As soon as the livestream started, due to Summer Monroe’s involvement, it was almost flooded with people, and the court’s system crashed several times.

Summer Monroe didn’t watch the livestream; she came directly to the scene as a witness.

The presiding judge was none other than Jayden Irving, Irving, Summer Monroe’s grand-disciple.

Before the trial began, Jayden Irving proactively approached Summer Monroe.

Disregarding the two jurors following him, he exclaimed: "Grandmaster!"