She paused, then dialed Huang Hai, Long Cheng, and Li Ya as well. Strength in numbers, she was deeply worried that something might have happened to Su Zhantao.

In her current state of alarm, she failed to consider the terrifying power Su Zhantao possessed himself.

The precinct station was significantly larger than a standard police outpost. Upon entering, Zhang Yang immediately strained his ears, listening intently.

Unfortunately, the place was too chaotic; even his abnormal hearing couldn't pinpoint where Young Master Su was being held.

"Wuying, help me find someone—Su Zhantao. You remember him!"

Zhang Yang called out Wuying, who had already retreated into his bag. Besides smelling treasures, Wuying’s nose could memorize any scent it encountered; once seen, never forgotten.

Wuying had met Su Zhantao multiple times and naturally recalled his scent.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Wuying let out two discontented calls. Zhang Yang slipped it an ordinary pill, and only then did it grin, its tiny nose beginning to twitch as it started sniffing.

After sniffing for a while, it shook its head gently. The place was too vast, and the human scents were too mixed. It needed to be closer to distinguish a familiar smell.

Seeing Wuying shake its head, Zhang Yang simply scooped it up and began walking through the precinct, narrowing the search area.

Along the way, people stationed there who found him unfamiliar approached to question him, but he deftly evaded them.

Not long after, Wuying’s small nose began to tremble rapidly, and soon it pointed decisively in one direction.

Zhang Yang strode forward quickly; he knew Wuying had found a trace of Su Zhantao.

Soon, Zhang Yang reached the third floor of an office building. Wuying’s excitement intensified here, pointing directly toward the innermost office.

It had found Su Zhantao; the young master was being held there.

The office wasn't far. Zhang Yang listened closely outside for a moment, his expression suddenly changing. He bolted toward the door.

Since the office was nearby, Zhang Yang covered the distance in just a few swift movements. The door was locked, but Zhang Yang didn't hesitate; he kicked the door straight in.

Given the force of Zhang Yang's kick, the fate of the door was sealed.

The wooden office door was kicked clean off its hinges by Zhang Yang, flipping inward. Inside the office, which was not small, two uniformed officers sat on a sofa. They immediately stood up upon seeing the door burst open.

Before them was a young man, handcuffed, his mouth covered with tape, letting out muffled cries.

The bound man saw Zhang Yang and immediately cried out louder.

"Who—who are you? Do you know what you’re doing?"

One of the stunned officers, reacting somewhat quickly, pointed at Zhang Yang in astonishment.

Inside the precinct, someone dared to smash the Political Commissar’s door. Although the Political Commissar wasn't the Chief, he was a high-ranking leader, and their current commissar was known for being assertive.

The man tied up was Su Zhantao. Unable to speak due to the tape over his mouth, he frantically gestured with his eyes toward a small partition door further inside.

From behind that partition, a girl’s desperate cries could be heard.

Zhang Yang had heard these sounds moments ago, which explained his haste. Seeing Su Zhantao’s state now made him understand everything completely.

Ignoring the officer pointing at him, Zhang Yang walked directly toward the small partition inside.

The two officers snapped back to reality and rushed forward to restrain Zhang Yang, but with a swift movement of both hands, Zhang Yang sent them both sprawling onto the floor, immobilized and left to moan in pain.

The partition door was small and closed, but this posed no obstacle to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang didn't use his internal energy; he simply augmented his strength a few times, pushing the door open easily. With all his stat enhancements, his personal power was now terrifying.

Inside was a rest area with a bed. A large