When Bidegla returned to the villa, it was already nearly half an hour later. As he gazed at the large black iron box in front of him, his expression was somewhat moved.

Although Stuart Buzer had not disclosed the value of these herbs to him, the fact that Bidegla had been collecting the contents of this box for a decade indicated that they were extremely rare and precious, difficult to obtain in the outside world.

With both women in the house already gone, Bidegla placed the box in his room and proceeded to take out a piece of dried wood-like substance and bite into it. The taste was indeed similar to that of a dried branch, but as Bidegla chewed it to pieces, he experienced a delightful fragrance and sensed a surge of energy spreading throughout his body.

It was reminiscent of the breakfast he had at the Xinyang Building, a truly potent spiritual substance that made him feel stronger.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed in silence, Bidegla began to slowly break through the constraints of his external energy.

Once he broke through the external energy, his own strength would greatly increase, and all his functions would change. Thus, Bidegla was now filled with anticipation.

Bidegla lost track of time during his meditation, but when he finally opened his eyes, he checked the time and realized it was already after nine in the morning.

He had started his meditation in the afternoon, so Bidegla immediately understood that he had been sitting like this for an entire day.

His stomach was making quite a fuss, so Bidegla chuckled and then brusquely got up from the bed. He hadn't eaten anything all day, and he was famished.

Both women in the house were no longer there, and upon inspecting the refrigerator, he found nothing but some drinks and beer. Even Jennie's lovingly prepared breakfast was nowhere to be found.

Jennie Laura and Shina Macai couldn't cook, so the refrigerator was clean in their absence. The last time Bidegla went to the kitchen, he found that many things inside had already gone bad.

After freshening up in the bathroom, Bidegla drove his car out of the villa. While cultivation was important, he couldn't go without food.

They say that while people are made of iron, their meals are made of steel. Skipping a meal would leave anyone famished, and Bidegla hadn't eaten anything all day; he urgently needed sustenance.

As the car smoothly traveled down the road, suddenly, the ear-piercing sound of a police siren came from behind. A few police cars then whizzed past Bidegla's Lamborghini, easily exceeding a speed of two hundred miles per hour.

"Damn it!" Bidegla cursed under his breath and slowly brought his car to a stop. The police car had almost collided with his vehicle. These people, with their status as police officers, were blatantly disregarding traffic rules and were not afraid of causing accidents.

As he cursed them in his mind, Bidegla was suddenly taken aback, for from behind him, several more police cars whizzed past, also at a surprising speed.

Furthermore, two riot control vehicles were following behind these police cars.

Using his ability to see through objects, Bidegla immediately noticed that the riot control vehicles were carrying over a dozen heavily armed officers.

Had something major occurred? The thought crossed Bidegla's mind, and he then accelerated his Lamborghini, following the police cars. As long as he was with these police cars leading the way, he was completely unimpeded.

Keeping up with the speed of the police car at the very front, Bidegla slowly rolled down his window and waved to the police car.

"Mr. Gla?" The window of the police car was also slowly lowered, and a head poked out, asking with some uncertainty.

Bidegla's previous feat of single-handedly subduing five bandits had become a legend within the police station. Many officers envied his prowess. At the same time, they were deeply regretful that such talent was not being utilized in law enforcement.

"Do you know who I am?" The policeman's words caught Bidegla off guard.

"Mr. Gla, your name is well-known at our precinct," the officer spoke, with unmasked envy in his eyes. He admired Bidegla's skill as well as the luxury car he drove, a Lamborghini, a world-renowned vehicle. For them, as police officers, driving a car worth just a few hundred thousand was the norm.

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"Seeing you in such a hurry, could something significant have occurred?" Bidegla asked straight to the point as he opened the conversation.

"Yes, a few days ago, an escaped criminal has been surrounded by us. We are now heading to execute the capture plan," the officer replied, without beating around the bush.

"I see," Bidegla's face showed a pensive expression as he said, "Shall I come along and take a look?"

As he spoke, Shina Macai's face appeared in Bidegla's mind. With a capture plan like this, that crazy woman would definitely be involved.

"We couldn't ask for more," the officer responded to Bidegla's words with excitement. Bidegla's skills were widely recognized, perhaps even surpassing those of special forces in the military. If Bidegla could help, it would be the best outcome.

"You go ahead, and I'll follow behind," Bidegla slowed down the car and eventually trailed behind the police car.

The road had already been cordoned off, and Bidegla and the police encountered no obstacles. After about ten minutes, they arrived at a small hill on the outskirts of the city.

Here, at least a few dozen police cars were parked, and the entire area was under strict control. Rows of heavily armed special police officers almost completely surrounded the hill.

Stepping out of the car, Bidegla instantly attracted many curious eyes. There was no way around it – his car was simply too eye-catching. "Mr. Gla."

At this moment, a policeman walked up to Bidegla, the same person he had encountered during his previous visit to the New Yang Building, where they had captured the ringleader of the maniacs.

"Where is Shina Macai?" Bidegla looked around, but did not see Shina Macai, and a sense of unease flashed through his mind.

"Let's discuss once we are inside," although Bidegla was not a police officer, he had already helped solve cases twice, so this person was still very polite to him.

After crossing the cordon, the man said slowly, "Officer Macai has already gone in with her team to search for the fugitive. You shouldn't worry too much."

"Damn it!" Bidegla cursed directly upon hearing this. "A group of grown men not going in to catch the criminal, and instead, they let a woman go in. Are you all just sitting around doing nothing?"

Bidegla couldn't help but be angry. No matter how powerful Shina Macai was, she was still just a woman. If she really encountered any danger, it would be too late to save her.

"Bidegla, sir," at this moment, a chubby man approached Bidegla, the deputy chief of the Zhuhai Police Department, Owen Finch.

He was also in charge of the last heist at Laura's Jewelry Store, so of course he knew about the terrifying figure of Bidegla.

"Who are you?" Bidegla glanced at the chubby man and asked coldly.

Around him, the police officer was visibly shaken when Bidegla spoke to the deputy director in such a tone, taking a sharp breath and feeling a chill run down his spine. Bidegla was truly audacious, speaking to their deputy director in such a manner.

However, Owen Finch's reaction took him by surprise once again. Owen Finch wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I am Owen Finch, the overall leader of this operation."

Bidegla was currently worried about Shina Macai, but in reality, Owen Finch was even more concerned. In the eyes of others, Shina Macai was a complete female tyrannosaur, even her colleagues dared not provoke her.

However, as the deputy director of the police station, Owen Finch knew that Shina Macai had another identity, her father being the chief of police.

This information was known to only a very few, including Owen Finch. Therefore, he was actually more worried than Bidegla.

If that girl got into trouble, his position might not be secure.

"Are you just here to freeload?" Bidegla glanced at him with disdain, paying no attention to his status.

"So many special police officers are here, yet you let a woman go in and apprehend someone. Don't you feel ashamed?" Bidegla's voice was loud, attracting the attention of many people.

"It's my fault for not stopping her. She already rushed in with her team," Owen Finch spoke, looking somewhat ashamed.

"Is there only one fugitive inside?" Bidegla asked.

"No," Owen Finch replied, then said with a serious expression, "That fugitive somehow managed to gather his accomplices, there are at least five of them now."

"Damn, then why are you all still dawdling here? Eating sh*t?" Bidegla cursed, really not bothering to talk to these people anymore.

Bang!

Suddenly, a sharp gunshot rang out in the silent hillside.

Upon hearing this, everyone present had a change in their expressions, especially Owen Finch, who turned pale and almost sat down in fear.

"Give me a gun," Bidegla suddenly spoke, reaching out his hand.

"What are you going to do?" Owen Finch reacted, widening his eyes.

"Since you're afraid of dying, I'll go in and get the person for you," Bidegla spoke, his tone involuntarily becoming more forceful.

"Mr. Gla, you are not one of our system's personnel, you can't..." the police officer who brought Bidegla in spoke, looking very distressed.

"Give him a gun," suddenly, Owen Finch spoke, interrupting him, saying, "I trust him."

"Alright," the chief had already intervened, so the officer dared not say much, handing his gun over to Bidegla, saying, "This is a 94 pistol, with six bullets. If necessary, you can use it to shoot the fugitive."

"By the way, do you know how to use a pistol?" the police officer asked with some doubt.

"No," Bidegla shook his head, then without looking back, he rushed into the dense forest.

These police officers were all so afraid of death, they might as well let Bidegla go in and apprehend the person himself. And that gunshot just now had indeed stimulated Bidegla. Although Shina Macai, this crazy woman, usually yelled and even bit him, it couldn't be denied that Bidegla still couldn't bear to watch her die here. He had kissed and touched her, if he were to watch her die in front of his eyes, unless Bidegla had a heart of stone.

The pistol, indeed, has never been used by Bidegla, nor has it even been touched. However, having seen so many films, basic usage is still not a problem.

He did not holster the gun at his own waist. His entire being vanished like a phantom, swiftly disappearing from the sight of Owen Finch and his companions.