“It seems they just left." The sergeant squatted down and inspected the footprints on the ground.

“There were at least three different people here."

“We need to hurry!" Tyrone rumbled. Then he turned around and marched out of the room.

The sergeant went out and signaled to the driver of the police car who was still behind the wheel. The driver understood what he meant and immediately stepped on the accelerator and chased after the kidnappers.

When the sergeant saw that Tyrone was about to get into his car, he quickly caught up to Tyrone and reminded in a soft voice, “It's our fault. However, if we chase after them and the criminals feel that they can't escape from us, they will likely harm the hostage."

Tyrone froze and clenched his fist. His lips pursed as he mulled over the sergeant's words.

These criminals were desperate and could do anything, even kill their hostage, if they felt that they would get caught anyway.

The sergeant coughed and added, "I suggest we don't follow them too closely. We should confirm their location first, then find ways to negotiate with them so as to maximize the safety of the hostage.

However, the hostage... It's inevitable that she will suffer..."

At the thought of Sabrina being tortured by the kidnappers, Tyrone felt his heart constrict and his vision went gray at the edges.

But in order to ensure her safety, he had to do what the police sergeant suggested.

After a few seconds of silence, Tyrone nodded curtly.

"Okay."

If it were anyone else, he would have asked the police to chase after them with all their might. But it was Sabrina, and he couldn't afford to risk her life in such a manner.

Tyrone couldn't even bring himself to imagine what he would do if something happened to Sabrina.

"Tyrone, we caught one watchman. He was hiding in the ditch and almost got away," Damon announced as he got out of the car and marched toward Tyrone. One of Damon's men also alighted from the backseat, dragging a man behind him.

This accomplice was short and thin, but his eyes darted around wildly.

Tyrone's eyes blazed at the sight of this man.

“What's your name?" the sergeant asked as he took a voice recorder, pen, and notebook from his pocket. He was about to start interrogating the accomplice when Tyrone closed the distance between him and the accomplice and kicked the latter viciously in the abdomen.

The accomplice doubled over with a pained grunt and fell to the ground. He trembled with fear when he saw the rage in Tyrone's eyes.