Chapter 707: You Are Not Worthy to Be a Father

"Understood." Xu Dui Leader replied, then couldn't help asking:

"Should I go with you?"

He'd wanted to ask ever since watching Yu Dazhang check his sidearm.

According to regulations, such situations typically require at least two criminal investigators to go together, to ensure safety and handle any possible emergencies.

But exceptions exist; the final decision must still be based on actual conditions at the scene.

"You said Zhang Jiangke saw two people blocking him inside the apartment—what would he do?" Yu Dazhang asked.

"He…" Xu Dui Leader hesitated only a moment before answering:

"Two people means he has no chance to escape. If he truly decided to kill himself, he'd act immediately and leave us no chance to capture him alive."

Just one extra person changes the threat level completely.

People always harbor侥幸 psychology.

In a one-on-one situation, one often feels they can fight back, that they still have a chance to turn things around.

But when the opponent increases from one to two, the situation changes entirely—such侥幸 becomes vanishingly slim.

"Only one of us can go."

Yu Dazhang finished speaking, opened the car door, and stepped out.

This time, Xu Dui Leader said nothing more.

Only he and Yu Dazhang could now face Zhang Jiangke.

If he went up himself, he couldn't guarantee he'd capture Zhang Jiangke alive.

He didn't even know how to persuade Zhang Jiangke to surrender.

Talking big principles to a seasoned, cunning human trafficker was pure waste of breath—he wouldn't listen, and would only look down on you.

Entering the residential building, Yu Dazhang walked straight to the door of the third-floor rental apartment.

Smoke smell?

Not just one kind—this was a mix of cheap cigarettes from different brands.

Based on Yu Dazhang's sense of smell, one whiff told him this heavy smoke could only come from at least three people smoking simultaneously.

And this odor was coming from above?

Following the scent, Yu Dazhang climbed step by step upward, his hand resting on his sidearm.

He cautiously reached the fifth floor and found four men in camouflage uniforms sitting on the floor, a canvas bag beside them filled with various tools.

Seeing Yu Dazhang, they immediately stood and stepped aside, clearing the hallway.

Before they could speak, Yu Dazhang pulled out his credentials, flashed them once, then made a silence gesture.

Seeing the four men nod, he finally spoke:

"Keep your voices down. I ask, you answer. What are you doing here?"

"Someone hired us to do work," one man whispered.

"He said to first go home and gather valuables, and we should wait here."

Hearing this excuse, Yu Dazhang couldn't help curling his lip.

Who ever brings someone back first, then goes home to collect valuables? But for these temporary laborers, such an excuse was understandable.

They cared only about the employer's pay; other details meant nothing to them.

"How long have you been here?" Yu Dazhang asked again.

The man thought for a moment, then answered:

"Over half an hour. The guy paid well upfront and gave us a deposit, so we didn't rush him."

You're practically accomplices now… Yu Dazhang pressed:

"Why wait on the fifth floor?"

"He brought us up here," the man answered without hesitation.

"He told us he'd call us once he was done packing—employers who do this to keep us from stealing, we've seen before. It's normal, as long as he pays us."

Yu Dazhang then pulled out his phone, pulled up Zhang Jiangke's photo, and showed it to them for identification.

After receiving their confirmed answer, he finally exhaled in relief.