Now is not the time to pursue accountability, the urgent matter is to race against time and find Tang Ning as soon as possible.
The police are out of the question; from filing a report, to opening a case, to the stations dispatching officers, it would take way too long a time. By then, the prime rescue window would be gone.
The urgent matter requires only one solution, that is to use the strength of the underworld.
When it comes to efficiency, small-time thugs are a hundred times better than the police.
"Whose turf is this?" Ye Xiong asked.
"Naturally, it's Master Fang Liu of the Cloud Guild. He's in charge of this area, with hundreds of people under him earning their keep," Zhang Yingjun replied.
"Take me to him," Ye Xiong ordered.
"What?"
Zhang Yingjun got such a fright, his head shook like a rattle-drum.
