After a while, Wang Yi saw Mu Ziyang's car, which was speeding towards him, and then stopped steadily.

"Young master, this ......" Wang looked at the information in his hand and hesitated.

He didn't want Zhang Zhitao to be hurt, but he didn't want Mu Ziyang to be implicated in this.

Mu Ziyang didn't speak, and rushed directly into the bureau with a cold face.

In the director's office, Mu Ziyang threw the information in Wang's hand in front of Director Li Wen.

"Mu Shao, this is ......" Li Wen was a little timid, Mu Ziyang came early in the morning, and his face didn't look very good, he should have come to find trouble.

It can't be for the woman Leng Bingling brought in last night.

"When you're done, let them go!" Mu Ziyang got straight to the point, and his tone was extremely cold.

Li Wen read the information roughly, and also understood what Mu Ziyang meant, and suddenly fell into the ice cave.

Li Wen looked at Mu Ziyang with dodging eyes, and was a little cowardly in his heart: "That Mu Shao, do you want to go back first, we will send someone to send the person you want back in a while." ”

Mu Ziyang smiled coldly, and his tone was angry: "I said, release people, right now!" ”

Li Wen was anxious: "Mu Shao, you go back first, I will arrange things, you will not suffer a lawsuit, so that everyone will be happy, you see ......"

"Zuihou again—" Mu Ziyang stretched out a finger, "I'm going to see someone now!" ”

Li Wen had nothing to say, so Zuihou had to order someone to bring Zhang Zhitao over.

Who knows, Mu Ziyang is going to follow, he has a hunch that Zhang Zhitao must have an accident.

"Mu Shao, don't go to that kind of place." Seeing this, Li Wen hurriedly stopped it.

Mu Ziyang not only did not stop, but said, "Director Li, you can go with you." ”

Li Wen's legs were weak, but he had to bite the bullet.

Zhang Zhitao was still locked in the interrogation room, Mu Ziyang glanced at the window, and immediately his heart sank, and before they could open the door, he kicked the door open.

Rush in.

Mu Ziyang looked around, and Zuihou landed his gaze in the far corner of the wall.

There, Zhang Zhitao curled up in embarrassment, shivering, her thin clothes and pants were all attached to her body, wet, and there were some blood stains.

Her long hair was messy and her face was stained with tears. On the arms and thighs, there are blue and purple patches, and there are traces of green, which are dazzling.