While waiting for Qin Xue, Wang Zhuo wasn't idle. He placed his tablet on his lap and casually browsed the internet for news concerning rehabilitation centers and psychiatric hospitals.

What he found truly opened his eyes. Stories detailing instances where legitimate institutions—rehab centers trafficking drugs or psychiatric facilities falsely detaining people—were everywhere, so novel and sensational they overwhelmed his senses. "Rehab Center Director Deals Drugs; How Many Years Should the Judge Sentence Him?" "To Reap Illegal Profits, Professional Rehab Hospital Frenetically Pushes Narcotics" "Drug Lord Directs Trafficking from Inside Detox Center" "Psychiatric Hospital Arrests People Upon Payment, Constituting Illegal Detention" "Chaos Abounds in Mandatory Mental Health Commitment in Our Nation; Legal Gaps Urgently Need Regulation" "..."

A realization instantly dawned on Wang Zhuo. Ji Yunlei had witnessed drug trafficking at the rehab center, reported it to no avail, and then planned to appeal directly to the capital, only to be captured and brought back by the traffickers who intended to confine him as a psychiatric patient. "It must be exactly like this," Wang Zhuo exclaimed, slamming his palm hard onto the steering wheel.

He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat, turned his head toward the rehab center, and activated his clairvoyance ability to its maximum setting, instantly enveloping the entire main building of the facility, breaking it down into countless lines and planes of variegated color. He ignored everything else and focused solely on the rooms where the residents were housed, as these rooms were the simplest, most straightforward, containing little clutter, and thus the easiest places to spot irregularities. Sure enough, in less than a moment, he detected hidden syringes, packets, and suspicious powders or pills in several rooms. Without a doubt, these items were narcotics; otherwise, why would the residents go to such lengths to conceal them? Were they simply bored?

Memorizing the locations mentally, a quick idea struck him. He pulled out his phone and called Yuan Xinyu. "Chairman Wang, what are your orders?" Yuan Xinyu's voice carried a hint of flattery. Wang Zhuo smiled thinly, "Director Yuan, there's a great opportunity right now. It just depends on whether you have the guts to seize it." Yuan Xinyu paused, his voice suddenly warming with eagerness: "Ah, Wang Zhuo, though I, Old Yuan, may lack vast knowledge, I certainly understand the maxim: fortune favors the bold." "Well said, fortune favors the bold," Wang Zhuo laughed heartily. "Bring a few trusted subordinates and get to the Jiangzhou Seventh Rehab Center in Pingjiang District immediately. Use the fastest speed you have; time is of the essence." "Pingjiang District?" Yuan Xinyu immediately gave a wry smile. "Wang Zhuo, I’m from Huangjiang District. If I go over there, won't I be overstepping my bounds?" "Handling matters for Boss Qin, and you’re worried about overstepping?" Wang Zhuo boldly invoked Qin Xue’s authority, speaking in a low voice. "If he genuinely doesn't need you, you’ll have wasted a trip at worst. But if he does need you, I hardly need to elaborate on the potential outcome, do I?" Handling matters for Boss Qin? Yuan Xinyu instantly seemed injected with adrenaline, his excitement causing his mouth to twist: "I, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, tops!"

After hanging up, Wang Zhuo mused inwardly that he was giving Old Fox Yuan Xinyu an easy assignment. This kind of thing truly couldn't be entrusted to the local Pingjiang police; who knew if they were in league with the rehab center?

Ten minutes later, Qin Xue's motorcade sliced through the center of Pingjiang District. The rehab center finally received a notification from higher-ups: Secretary Qin Xue would arrive in five minutes for a surprise inspection and must be received with proper preparations. Thunderbolts and lightning! Director Chang Qing of the Jiangzhou City Seventh Rehab Center nearly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage upon hearing the news. Qin the Black Face was coming for an inspection? This was a death warrant!

Director Chang had held the position of rehab center director for four years, milking the lucrative post to the point where he was nearing a villa purchase. The sudden news that the number one leader of Jiangzhou City was personally coming sent a feeling of impending doom through him. As they say, those who do nothing wrong fear no unexpected visitor. Chang Qing was involved in a business that warranted the death penalty, so how could he not be terrified when Qin Xue himself was conducting an unannounced inspection? "Where is Chen Libin? Find Chen Libin for me, quickly!"

He roared orders at the two subordinates beside him to find the man, while his own hands trembled as he fumbled for his phone, scrolling through contacts. Meanwhile, Chen Libin, the deputy director in charge of treatment, was in a concealed room near the cafeteria, engaged in a lively, nude threesome. His phone had long since been set to vibrate and had been accidentally kicked under the bed by one of the women without him noticing.

When the motorcade was one kilometer from the rehab center, the advance team, having sped ahead, had already opened the main gate. The people guarding the entrance were not security guards but several on-duty police officers. Upon learning the identity of the VIP arriving, every one of them thought, We’re finished. Even the gate guards knew the dirty secrets within. The Seventh Rehab Center had long since devolved into a den of drugs.

Watching the administrative vehicles, sporting various access passes, pull sequentially into the center's compound, Wang Zhuo parked his sports car on the roadside and strode briskly toward the main gate. As the City Party Secretary’s inspection convoy entered, armed police immediately took up positions with loaded weapons at the main entrance. Wang Zhuo didn't bother speaking to them; he simply stood a short distance from the gate, waiting for someone to greet him. He waited less than a minute before Qin Xue's driver, Zhou Tielong, came out to meet him, waving from a distance. "Wang Zhuo!" "Brother Zhou!"

Wang Zhuo returned the greeting with a cheerful smile, and under Zhou Tielong's guidance, entered the rehab center compound. Director Chang, accompanied by the several on-duty leaders and staff members of the center, stood in the courtyard awaiting Qin Xue, their hearts filled with anxiety. His already fair complexion was now utterly drained of color, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched uncontrollably, causing a mole on his jawline—and the two black hairs sprouting from it—to tremble conspicuously. His rank technically did not qualify him to greet Qin Xue, as he was only at the division level. However, this inspection was a surprise, and the relevant leaders had only just received the news and were rushing over from wherever they were, forcing him to cover for the time being.

Qin Xue, having reviewed the relevant data and personnel information for the Seventh Rehab Center on the way, looked at the middle-aged cadre who was visibly sweating with nervousness and frowned. "You are Chang Qing?" Chang Qing nodded like a bobbing chicken: "Yes, yes, I am Chang Qing." It was not unusual for cadres to be nervous around a superior, but nervousness of this intensity was quite rare. Qin Xue shook his head slightly; this man undoubtedly had something to hide.

At this moment, Wang Zhuo subtly merged into Qin Xue's entourage. He was already somewhat known in the Jiangzhou Heroes Registry, and some people immediately recognized him, connecting this surprise inspection to his presence. Seeing the young man who had ignited the Huihai case and turned the Dongjiang District upside down, everyone secretly wondered, Who is the Boss going to strike down this time? Pi Shao rushed over to Chang Qing and stated, "Immediately arrange a conference room and brief Secretary Qin on your work." Chang Qing hurriedly turned and gave orders to his subordinates. The instructed subordinate dashed off to set up the meeting room ahead of them. Chang Qing anxiously led the way for Qin Xue, his heart churning like fifteen buckets drawing water—a chaotic mess of anxiety.

Xiao Wanjun gestured for the accompanying officials to follow, then approached Wang Zhuo, questioning his next move with his eyes. Wang Zhuo subtly nodded toward a few armed police officers nearby. "Take them. Follow me." The rehab center was not the imposing, high-walled compound people imagined, but was instead enclosed by a wire mesh fence with a row of low trees planted inside. Xiao Wanjun assumed Wang Zhuo had seen the location of the illegally detained person through the fence earlier. Seeing that Wang Zhuo was asking for men, he waved his hand and called up four armed police officers.

Wang Zhuo, accompanied by Xiao Wanjun and the four officers, quickly bypassed the main building of the rehab center. After crossing the parking lot, he suddenly broke into a sprint, heading toward the entrance of a small building. Xiao Wanjun noticed a Jinbei minivan parked at the entrance and immediately waved his hand, shouting, "Follow!" Just as the four armed police reached the door of the building, a loud bang echoed from inside. When they rushed in, they found Wang Zhuo standing at the doorway of a room in the corridor, hands on his hips, a cold sneer playing on his lips. "Quickly, cooperate with him to rescue the person!"

The subsequently arriving Xiao Wanjun gave the order, and the armed police charged into the warehouse-like room like tigers descending a mountain. On the floor lay a thin young man, his mouth covered with tape; there was no doubt this was the person to be rescued. Beside him were seven or eight burly men of unknown affiliation. Seeing their slightest hint of resistance, the armed police moved without a word, swarming them. These men were the temporary staff members from the Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital who had apprehended Ji Yunlei. Officially, they were just "temporary hires." Because Qin Xue's arrival was so sudden, they only received word when the motorcade was already at the gate. To avoid complications, they had temporarily moved Ji Yunlei into this warehouse. They hadn't expected that less than two minutes after entering, armed police would storm in.

Their posture of resistance was merely a subconscious reaction. They never imagined that these armed police, eager to impress the City Party Secretary’s second-in-command secretary, would resort to force immediately. Even if they were given the courage, who would dare offer violent resistance at such a critical juncture? In just over ten seconds, all the temporary staff were subdued. Wang Zhuo then stepped into the room, helped Ji Yunlei sit up, and cheerfully ripped the tape from his mouth.

The moment Ji Yunlei saw Wang Zhuo, he was completely bewildered. As soon as the tape came off, he urgently asked, "What, what is happening?" "I followed you all the way here from the high-speed rail station," Wang Zhuo said with a smile as he untied his ropes. "Do you know how these people planned to deal with you?" "Pah!" Ji Yunlei spat out a mouthful of saliva. "How else? Send me to Dongchang to repair river embankments!" "Repairing embankments? There’s no such bargain," Wang Zhuo replied, a hint of exasperation in his smile as he shook his head. "They are from Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital. You were almost certified as mentally ill!" "Certified as mentally ill?" Ji Yunlei glanced at him and shook his head with a wry smile. "They already tried that trick on me. I just escaped from a psychiatric hospital." Wait? Wang Zhuo was instantly taken aback. So this man had already been subjected to the mental institution treatment once? Was the next 'river embankment repair project' planned for him even more 'powerful' than being locked up in a psychiatric hospital?