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About twenty minutes passed.

The sound of police car sirens echoed on the street.

Several criminal police officers rushed upstairs and happened to meet Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe, who were walking down from the third floor.

"Acheng, are you alright? What's the situation inside?"

Zhou Yongnian immediately asked with concern upon seeing them.

"The thugs have already been subdued by my brother. There are also trafficked women and children inside. We've sustained some injuries, so we'll take our leave…"

Fang Cheng pretended to be out of breath as he supported Ma Donghe, who was already injured.

Zhou Yongnian glanced at Ma Donghe's bear-like physique and nodded slightly, then comforted him:

"Alright, take care of yourself. I'll handle the rest."

"Team leader, they…"

A young criminal police officer couldn't help but question, watching the two suspicious guys leave the crime scene in a blatant manner.

Zhou Yongnian didn't reply, and Abang behind him immediately scolded him:

"Shut up. If you want credit, talk less and don't cause trouble. No one will think you're mute!"

The young criminal police officer quickly shut his mouth upon hearing this, feeling somewhat chastened.

After all, they had crossed the line by running from Jiangbei to Lingang District to enforce the law and handle a case.

Outside, the sky had already darkened.

Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe walked side by side.

A car with faded gray paint was parked at the intersection ahead.

Huang Mao sat in the driver's seat and honked the horn as a signal.

The two then walked over.

"Acheng, why don't you ride back with us?"

After this joint operation, Ma Donghe couldn't help but feel a greater sense of closeness to this refined and handsome young man beside him.

"Forget it. You still have a lot to take care of. Have a hard night. I'll just take a taxi back."

Fang Cheng smiled and then bid him farewell.

Watching his departing figure, Ma Donghe's eyes gleamed slightly, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"What a monster…"

This sentence might have carried some derogatory meaning in the past, but now it was full of praise.

He was so strong that dozens of people weren't enough to fight him, yet he didn't have the crazy, bloodthirsty side of those legendary monsters.

Ma Donghe shook his head. Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it.

He then got into the car, ready to rush to the secret base and clean up the loose ends.

Several men with tattooed arms wielded baseball bats, constantly beating a writhing sack.

The screams from the sack gradually weakened, turning into muffled groans.

A middle-aged man in a black coat sat in a chair, watching expressionlessly.

Two fierce-looking, seemingly bodyguard-like burly men stood beside him.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man raised his hand as a signal.

The thugs immediately stopped beating upon seeing this.

The sack was untied, and a blood-covered man rolled out.

He curled up in pain, unable to even cry out.

After a long while, he managed to open his swollen eyelids and pleaded:

"Brother Hao, please spare me this time."

The middle-aged man, called "Brother Hao," looked at him coldly:

"Sang Biao, I entrusted such an important place to you, and you go out to play with women? Aren't there enough women in the place for you to play with? You didn't even know when your lair was raided!"

"I'll never dare to do it again, Brother Hao…"

Sang Biao struggled to get up and knelt at the middle-aged man's feet.

"If there's a next time, I won't beat you again. I'll send you to feed that monster directly!"

Hearing the word "monster," Sang Biao shuddered, as if recalling something extremely terrifying.

Brother Hao sat in the chair and then asked in a deep voice:

"Tell me, how was the factory discovered by the police? Has it been found out who leaked the information?"

Sang Biao honestly replied:

"My subordinates have all been arrested by the police. There's no news yet."

Seeing Brother Hao frown and look displeased, he quickly added:

"However, according to the descriptions of the ladies who escaped, it should have been the police informants who found the place first. It seems to be two men, one fat and one thin."

"Investigate carefully for me. See who has the guts to mess with Wu Shihhao!"

"But…"

Sang Biao hesitated and stammered:

"They are very strong. One person even used his fists and feet to smash open that secret door!"

"Hiss…"

Wu Shihhao gasped upon hearing this.

He was very clear about how sturdy that door was designed.

If the description was true, then the people with this kind of strength might not be as simple as police informants.

Perhaps… it might involve higher-level struggles…

Thinking of this, he immediately lost the mood to interrogate his subordinates.

He then waved his hand, telling people to take away this piece of trash, Sang Biao.

Then, escorted by two bodyguards, he came to the top floor of the company, a secret area installed with two layers of anti-theft iron doors.

Before even entering, he heard a faint roar coming from within.

Wu Shihhao's expression changed slightly, and he quickly took out the key and opened the door.

Inside, it looked like a very large cold storage, but the scene in the central location seemed a bit eerie.

Inside a large glass container, bubbles gurgled, and inside was a naked male human specimen.

The figure appeared unusually large, more than two meters tall, with limbs, neck, and waist bound by shackles made of refined steel.

The skin was blood-red, the muscles bulged, and there were even signs of ulceration.

The pupils of the open eyes were slightly turning, and the mouth made a low roar like a beast.

Obviously, this "human specimen" was actually still alive.

Seeing that the other party had awakened, Wu Shihhao's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly instructed the bodyguard beside him:

"It's almost time. Give him another injection!"

The bodyguard acted swiftly upon hearing this. One opened the glass container, and the other took out a syringe and medicine from the safe next door.

Then, he slowly injected the unknown liquid flickering with a blue light from the medicine bottle into the man's jugular vein.

Watching the man quiet down again, Wu Shihhao breathed a sigh of relief.

The "monster" lying inside was originally a high-level member of the Red Tiger Gang, a top killer specializing in suppressing rival gangs and carrying out decapitation operations.

It was just that when he came here to help out a few days ago, he suddenly went crazy and injured people in succession.

He even bit several of Wu Shihhao's subordinates to death with his mouth.

Upon hearing the news, the Red Tiger Gang sent people to control him and temporarily left him here.

It was said that another batch of personnel would come to receive the "specimen."

So, he also had an extra task of guarding this monster.

Every time he saw a decent person turn into this ghostly appearance, Wu Shihhao felt alarmed.

Since he led his brothers to join the Red Tiger Gang, his power has gradually grown, and he has earned more and more money, and he has begun to associate with wealthy businessmen and councilors.

He can be considered a person with a head and face in the Lingang District.

But as he gradually climbed up, some of the inside scenes he saw became more and more frightening.

Wu Shihhao shook his head, throwing the unnecessary thoughts out of his mind.

Hopefully, the Red Tiger Gang can help him solve all the troubles smoothly!

Under the same night, many people in this city found it difficult to sleep.

Jiangbei, Old Factory Street.

Fang Cheng sat quietly at his desk.

Neon lights flickered outside the window.

Two different models of recorders were placed on the table.

One of them was specially bought from the second-hand market today, ready to be put to great use.