"Bidegla, as long as you rescue my father this time, I will accompany you for a night, as a form of repayment. Is that acceptable?" Shina Macai spoke, startling Bidegla.

His gaze swept over Shina Macai's exceptional figure before quickly averting his eyes. He did not believe the wild woman's words and was certainly not the type to take advantage of the situation.

Such behavior was beneath him. Although Bidegla had coveted Shina Macai's body, he was not about to make any inappropriate requests at this time. Otherwise, he would consider himself a beast.

"I do not need your repayment, and you should not think about repaying me. I am merely helping you without expecting anything in return, understand?" Saying these words, Bidegla felt extremely annoyed.

He had only been taken advantage of by her generosity yesterday, and now he was once again coming to her aid. But seeing Shina Macai in her current pitiful state, he couldn't help but foolishly come to her rescue.

"Thank you," Shina Macai uttered a "thank you" and then fell silent, her gaze fixed outside the car window, lost in thought.

It took Bidegla less than ten minutes to drive from Bamboo City One to the police station. When he arrived, he saw that the entire police station was in chaos, with police officers running around in a hurried manner.

The entrance to the police station was crowded with police cars and various luxury vehicles, almost completely impassable. Beyond that, over a dozen media outlets and journalists were blocked from entering, unable to get through.

"Let's go." Parking the car on the outskirts, Bidegla called for Shina Macai to follow him out of the car.

Grabbing a police officer's arm, Bidegla immediately asked, "Excuse me, who is currently in charge of the police station?"

"The deputy chief is inside. If you have any business, go and find him. I have my own matters to attend to. You can go on your own," the police officer replied before breaking free from Bidegla's grip and running off.

It was evident that the chief had been kidnapped, and all the police officers had likely been up all night. Bidegla could see that the person he had stopped had red, sleep-deprived eyes, resembling a rabbit's.

"Let's go." Bidegla glanced at Shina Macai, whose eyes were also red, before heading towards the police station.

Outside the police station, many police officers were busy, and the interior was even more chaotic, with officers running around and armed special police on duty in various corners.

"Who are you?" Suddenly, a special police officer blocked the path of Bidegla and Shina Macai, wearing a cold expression.

"We are from the police station." Shina Macai stepped forward, presenting her credentials.

"Please proceed." After glancing at Shina Macai's credentials, the special police officer no longer obstructed their path, stepping aside without a word.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see them." Shina Macai spoke, her demeanor growing calmer.

Her father had been kidnapped, and while she was undoubtedly worried, her priority was to figure out how to rescue him.

Pushing open a large door, Bidegla immediately saw the people inside. It was a large conference room, currently shrouded in a light haze, making it difficult to breathe. Glancing around, Bidegla noticed that almost everyone in the room was smoking, wearing expressions of deep concern.

The people who can sit here are all people of status. Bidegla only took a glance and saw many of the individuals he had seen just yesterday: Ned Duda, Ned Duda's father Morton Duda, and even the deputy chief of the police department, Owen Finch, whom he had seen before.

In fact, Bidegla was surprised to see someone he had not expected to find in these seats: Stuart Buzer.

Almost all the high-ranking officials of the entire city bureau were seated here at the moment, seemingly discussing an urgent matter.

The abduction of the chief of police is a heinous act, a direct challenge to the entire government system of Zhuhai City.

The leaders of the bureau, in their high positions, had been conferring here all night.

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Bidegla's arrival drew the attention of everyone present, even though they had not anticipated his presence. Some recognized Shina Macai and knew her identity as well.

"Junior brother," Stuart Buzer said as he stood up from his seat upon seeing Bidegla, moving to stand beside him.

"Buzer elder brother, what are you doing here?" Bidegla asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Ah, with the chief of police being kidnapped, they don't have enough people, so they naturally called on me to help gather information. I've been sitting here all night," Stuart Buzer said with a wry smile, but without much complaint.

Collaborating with the government officials would be greatly advantageous for him in the future; after all, he did not want to be constantly referred to as the godfather of the underworld.

Owing people in positions of power such favors would be wholly beneficial to him. Remaining in the shadows would never allow him to rise to prominence; only by whitewashing his image could he achieve lasting success.

"I see," Bidegla nodded, naturally understanding Stuart Buzer's intentions.

Zhuhai City is too large; relying solely on the police department would surely not yield much useful information. Stuart Buzer, as the underworld kingpin of Zhuhai City, had far more informants at his disposal, and his efficiency would certainly surpass theirs.

"So, have you received any news?" Bidegla asked at this moment.

"Ah, now that you're here, we might as well sit down and talk about it," Stuart Buzer said, pulling Bidegla to sit beside him.

Many of the people present recognized Bidegla, so when they saw his arrival, they all showed him friendly glances and nodded slightly.

While it may seem like a simple nod, the implications were not lost on those who had never seen Bidegla before, sending chills down their spines.

Who exactly was this young man who had garnered so much respect, especially from his superiors?

"Don't mind me, continue your discussion," Bidegla said, unabashedly taking one of Stuart Buzer's high-quality cigars and lighting it for himself.

"This incident cannot be tolerated or condoned; the criminals must be dealt with severely," Morton Duda said, his face filled with a fierce determination.

As the secretary of the Zhuhai City Party Committee and the top leader, he was naturally the leader of everyone present.

"Did we locate the suspect's satellite positioning?" Ned Duda asked at this point.

"We did, but when our people went there, there was nothing," a government official said, looking very grim.

The other party was very cunning, changing phone numbers with each call. By the time they moved to apprehend them, the perpetrators had already fled.

Throughout the entire night, they had been played and manipulated by the other party, with no progress to show for it.

"Minister Poole, how are your men deployed?" At that moment, Morton Duda turned his gaze to a middle-aged man in camouflage and inquired.

This man was the Minister of the Armed Forces of Zhuhai City, responsible for the military forces. Upon hearing Morton Duda's words, he responded, "The forces have been deployed at every key exit in Zhuhai City. As soon as the enemy appears, we will be able to receive the news immediately."

"Very well," nodded Morton Duda, then asked, "How much time do we have left from the opponents?"

"Less than two hours remain," another official spoke, with a very unpleasant expression.

This time, the criminal was no ordinary person. The opponent had already given the exact time. If they did not hand over the person and the money within the specified time, it would be the police chief's responsibility to collect the body.

"How are those few people we caught yesterday?" Morton Duda asked again.

"They are now under close surveillance by us, and no one can get close to them," Owen Finch replied, his face equally grim.

He had only recently taken office as deputy chief, and now such a situation had occurred in the office. Many people held a suspicious attitude toward him, so he could not explain the situation in his heart.

"Pay attention to this matter. If there are any suspicious individuals approaching them, you have the authority to shoot on sight," Ned Duda spoke, exuding a strong sense of authority.

"Yes," Owen Finch made a standard military salute before leaving the room.

Morton Duda slammed his hand on the conference table and shouted, "This matter concerns the entire reputation of our city bureau system, so everyone must act and capture the suspects in the shortest possible time. If we fail, we will all be relieved of our duties."

"Yes," a loud voice came from the entire conference room, and then everyone returned to their respective positions to get busy.

"Brother, how do you view this matter?" Stuart Buzer turned to Bidegla.

"I feel that this time the other party came prepared. It is very likely that they were there to pick up the escaped criminal, but in the end, they did not receive the person and were captured back. That's why they are so angry and have taken the police chief and committed such crazy acts," Bidegla said, causing Stuart Buzer to nod in agreement. "I feel the same way."

"Are your people unable to gather any information at all?" Bidegla asked in confusion.

"The other party is obviously not an ordinary person. My subordinates are just a bunch of useless hooligans. It's very likely that they wouldn't even recognize the person if they saw them, so I don't have much hope," Stuart Buzer shook his head, not looking good about this operation.

"Sigh, let's wait for now," Bidegla sighed and took a deep puff of smoke. If the entire city bureau was unable to find the person, what could he do? Although he prided himself on his skills and had the ability to see through, this ability was limited to a range of just over a hundred meters. Where could he find the person? Now all he could do was pray that those people would not become too crazy.

"Don't worry, your father will definitely be fine," Bidegla patted the disheartened Shina Macai gently and said softly.

On the side, Stuart Buzer just looked at the two of them ambiguously, then lowered his head and said nothing.

His junior brother seemed to be extraordinary, surrounded by one beautiful woman after another. He was doing much better than him.

"Report, their call has come through again!" Suddenly, a resounding voice echoed in the conference room, capturing the attention of everyone present.