Fortunately, it was nighttime, and the traffic was lighter than during the day. Even so, the sudden burst of speed, hitting 180 km/h, thoroughly startled the nearby pedestrians.

“Zhang Yang, did something happen to Wanying and the others?”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Mi Xue’s face was slightly pale, but she asked with clear concern.

The voice on the phone earlier had been loud, and her hearing had improved lately; though she hadn't caught every word, she understood the general gist.

The call was from Yang Guang. The moment it connected, Yang Guang’s voice was thick with tears—something bad had happened on his end.

The person in trouble wasn't him, it seemed, but Wanying. Mi Xue hadn’t understood clearly, only gathering those fragments of information.

Zhang Yang merely nodded, his focus utterly fixed on the road ahead. He had pushed the car’s speed far beyond its limits; the Hummer was now topping two hundred.

This wasn't a highway, but the streets of the capital city—that speed was absolutely terrifying.

Around the Hummer, a faint, whitish aura of energy was visible. As Zhang Yang accelerated, he never let his vigilance lapse; in an emergency, even if the vehicle failed to respond, he could harness the energy of heaven and earth to manage the situation appropriately.

Speeding all the way, Zhang Yang ignored every traffic light.

Before long, his vehicle attracted the attention of the traffic police brigade, and soon, several patrol cars moved in, attempting to intercept the speeding car with Changjing plates.

After nodding, Zhang Yang remained silent, and Mi Xue asked nothing further, simply sitting quietly beside him.

She could sense a surging furnace of anger emanating from him, mingled with profound anxiety. Had she not been there, Zhang Yang likely would have abandoned the car rather than proceed at speeds exceeding 250 km/h.

Zhang Yang’s own running speed was certainly no slower than the car’s current pace.

Luckily, their destination wasn't too far. In under ten minutes, the vehicle screeched to a halt in front of a large entertainment complex. If Yang Guang hadn't mentioned passing the place earlier, Zhang Yang might not have found it.

The previous call had begun with Yang Guang’s frantic, sobbing cries.

He had told Zhang Yang that someone was harassing Wanying, that he had tried to intervene but couldn't, and that he had been beaten.

Both Yang Guang and Yang Wanying were Zhang Yang’s true family. They were his little brother and sister in this life—a relationship he’d never known before, one he cherished fiercely and indulged completely. His recent behavior towards them clearly demonstrated this.

If Mi Xue was the untamable fire regarding his emotions and love, then Yang Guang and Yang Wanying were the untouchable core of his familial bond. No matter if it was his brother or sister, anyone who bullied them would not be forgiven by Zhang Yang.

The car hadn't fully stopped before Zhang Yang threw open his door.

Mi Xue climbed out from the passenger seat and followed him as they sprinted inside. It was an upscale establishment in the capital, combining a disco, bar, and KTV.

Once inside, Zhang Yang asked a quick question and headed straight toward the disco area. Yang Guang had specified during the call that both he and Wanying were in the disco.

As he moved, Zhang Yang tried calling Yang Guang back, but the call failed to connect, resulting in a 'not in service area' tone.

This outcome caused Zhang Yang’s brow to tighten sharply, and his pace quickened further.

The disco was crowded. After just one sweeping glance, Zhang Yang moved toward the back. The environment was very dark, but even with his enhanced vision, he could see clearly enough. In that instant, he confirmed Yang Guang was not present.

Zhang Yang’s ear twitched, and his body suddenly moved directly backward.

Mi Xue followed closely behind him without uttering a word.

Behind the main area were restrooms and a lounge for performers. Zhang Yang headed directly for the lounge.

Some people tried to block his path, but before they could get close, their bodies froze rigidly in place. The unnaturally radiating killing intent emanating from Zhang Yang prevented them from daring to approach.

The performers' lounge served for both makeup and rest; passing through it led to the security office.

When Zhang Yang reached the security office area, he found five security guards savagely beating a young man who was sprawled on the floor, with blood pooling beneath him.

"Bang!"

Zhang Yang struck in one swift motion, seizing two of the men. He hurled them aside violently, slamming them against the wall.

Glancing down at the prone figure, Zhang Yang’s brow furrowed slightly. Before the remaining three guards could utter a question, they were all sent flying backward simultaneously.

They crashed heavily, landing unconscious and spitting blood.

“Xiao Guang?”

Zhang Yang pulled the young man up from the floor and pressed his fingers against his pulse points, his frown deepening. It was the sight of Yang Guang that fueled his rage; earlier, he had used only his hands, but those last three he had blasted away using the energy of heaven and earth.

Even in striking, Zhang Yang had held back slightly; they wouldn't die, but they would suffer. Every one of them had at least three bones shattered—shattered, not merely broken.

Zhang Yang tapped several spots on Yang Guang’s body in quick succession, then pulled out silver needles to administer treatment.

Yang Guang looked terrible, his face covered in blood, his body curled up, but most of the injuries were superficial, save for a serious wound on his lower leg. If Yang Guang had been critically injured, those five guards would have been finished; Zhang Yang would have ensured they suffered punishment a hundred times worse than Yang Guang’s pain, regardless of who they were.

Yang Guang slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Zhang Yang, his grip tightened instantly.

“Cousin, save Wanying! Wanying, she—she was taken by those hooligans!” Yang Guang spoke quickly, sounding frantic, then gasped for breath after the short burst.

Zhang Yang took out a pill and immediately placed it between his lips.

“Don’t rush. Tell me where Wanying is!”

Zhang Yang was beside himself with urgency, wishing he could tear the entire building down, but he knew that would be counterproductive. His power was immense—he had achieved the Great Perfection stage—but he was not omnipotent. The environment was too chaotic, too crowded. Yang Guang and Wanying were not martial artists; they lacked the distinctive aura of cultivators. Finding Yang Wanying among so many ordinary people would be incredibly difficult.

“Fifth floor, the KTV. It’s those guys from yesterday, the ones we saw yesterday!” Yang Guang urgently pointed upward with a trembling finger; he was also intensely worried now.

“The people from yesterday? Ouyang Xuan?”

A chilling light erupted in Zhang Yang’s eyes, instantly chilling Yang Guang so severely he couldn't speak. The people from yesterday could only be Ouyang Xuan and his entourage. The rest were Yang Guang’s friends, many of whom had met Yang Wanying and wouldn't commit such an act.

“Mi Xue, look after Xiao Guang. I’m going up!”

Before Zhang Yang finished speaking, he vanished. Wanying was in extreme danger; having been abducted by thugs, disaster could strike at any moment.

The fifth floor was high, but Zhang Yang didn’t bother with the elevator; he took the stairs, moving far faster than any lift.

The KTV section on the fifth floor had over a hundred private rooms. As he reached the floor, Zhang Yang’s ear twitched unnaturally again. Instantly, he accelerated, rocketing toward a luxurious room deep within the complex. It was one of the most opulent rooms available.

The door was shut. By the time Zhang Yang reached the threshold, the door was violently blasted open, and he appeared inside.

There were over a dozen people in the room, both men and women. Six men—four of whom were the same ones he had seen with Ouyang Xuan yesterday. Besides the six men, there were nine women; eight of them were conscious. The only one unresponsive lay sprawled on the sofa, surrounded by the group. Her clothes had been extensively undone, leaving her in only her undergarments.

The group was laughing loudly, drinking, and playing drinking games, betting on who would win the right to remove one piece of the girl’s clothing.

“Who are you?” A few of the drunken men noticed Zhang Yang’s intrusion. One stumbled toward him, shouting the question belligerently.

Zhang Yang ignored him and kept walking forward.

“Damn it, I’m talking to you! You…”

Before the man could finish his sentence, he was flung away. With a heavy thud, he hit the wall, slumped to the floor, and began vomiting uncontrollably.

“Who’s next?”

“Thump! Thump! Thump!”

A series of dull impacts followed. All the men were sent flying, landing on