Fang Ping's sudden action made all the Detectives present pause.
What was this cat doing?
Was he really going to lead the way?
Had this cat turned into a human?
Ning Shan also wasn't sure what Lord meant—was he really trying to guide them?
"Captain, should we follow the cat?"
She turned and asked for instructions.
The Middle-aged Captain had never encountered anything like this before—he had no experience to draw from.
Could he really trust a cat?
What if it was just acting on instinct?
If he agreed and it turned out to be a joke, it would be embarrassing.
But if he didn't agree, they had no other leads—should they just call it a night?
The Middle-aged Captain hesitated for a moment, unwilling to give up.
"Ning Shan!"
"You and the others, follow the cat and check it out."
"If it looks like he's leading you off course, come right back!"
He assigned Ning Shan and several Detectives.
But deep down, he still didn't quite believe it.
If this turns out to be real... I'll adopt a cat myself, he thought.
In the end, Ning Shan and several Detectives followed Fang Ping.
Fang Ping himself didn't care—he already offered to guide them.
If they didn't believe him, that was their loss.
If they didn't follow, he'd just go home.
But seeing Ning Shan and the others follow him, he decided to go ahead.
After all, she did give him grilled fish—he'd help her out.
Fang Ping walked calmly ahead, occasionally pretending to sniff the ground.
He remembered the scent of the informant.
Had Fang Ping not evolved into a fearsome beast, his sense of smell wouldn't have been strong enough to track anything.
The ground was filled with mixed scents—only occasionally did the informant's scent appear.
Without careful attention, it would've been impossible to detect.
Fang Ping spent quite some time confirming the informant's path.
Once he found the trail, the rest was easier.
He followed the route, circling a few times, and finally stopped outside an abandoned factory.
Fang Ping sat in front of the tightly shut gate, no longer moving forward.
His feline head pointed toward the door.
Ning Shan walked up beside him.
"Lord, are you saying… that person is inside?"
She asked in a whisper.
Fang Ping curled his tail, signaling confirmation.
Ning Shan examined the abandoned factory. It was pitch dark inside, eerily quiet, with no sign of light.
The place gave off an unsettling feeling.
Ordinary people wouldn't dare enter a place like this at night.
It looked like the factory was slated for demolition—there was a large "Demolition" character painted outside.
If a counterfeit money factory was hiding here, it would indeed be hard to find.
But Ning Shan still couldn't be sure—they had to go in and check.
Ning Shan and the Detectives huddled together for discussion.
In the end, it was decided that Ning Shan and her partner would go in, while the others stayed outside to keep watch and provide backup if needed.
This arrangement was something Ning Shan had strongly pushed for.
Originally, the Detectives were reluctant to let her take the risk.
After all, the others were all Male Detectives. Ning Shan was the only Police Detective.
It wasn't that they looked down on her,
but rather the men wanted to protect her from danger.
If there really was a counterfeit operation inside, they had to be prepared for desperate criminals.
Anyone bold enough to commit such a crime wouldn't hesitate to do worse.
Knives or guns were entirely possible.
If Ning Shan, the only female officer, ended up hurt while the Male Detectives remained unscathed—
They'd all feel ashamed to return.
Ning Shan gave one reason:
She had to bring Lord with her—and right now, Lord only listened to her.
The Male Detectives had no rebuttal.
After a bit more discussion, they agreed, but arranged for her male partner to go along.
Ning Shan had no objections—she wasn't trying to play the lone hero.
The factory gate was tightly shut. The only way in was to climb the wall.
But that wasn't a problem for Ning Shan or her partner.
With a boost and a jump, the two easily scaled the perimeter wall.
Their movements were light and agile—clearly well-trained.
And it was even easier for Fang Ping.
Seeing the two leap up, he crouched low and sprang effortlessly after them.
This kind of height posed no obstacle for him.
The two humans and one cat successfully entered the factory.
Ning Shan crouched in front of Fang Ping.
She still didn't know how much he could understand,
but she had a feeling this cat was smart—smart enough to get the message.
"Listen up," she said seriously, "lead us quietly and don't run too fast."
"We'll be right behind you."
"If you find the informant, let us know… we'll take it from there."
Her partner stood nearby, silent.
By now, even he felt something magical about this cat.
Still, he needed to see it with his own eyes.
If this is real—if there really is a spiritually aware cat—then I'm getting one too, he thought.
What he didn't know was that every Male Detective outside, including the Captain, had the exact same thought.
Fang Ping had no idea that after this event, a sudden wave of cat adoption swept through Jiang City's Detective division—almost everyone ended up with one.
The two humans and one cat moved forward again—this time with Fang Ping leading the way.
The factory had an open yard.
Beyond that was a five-story office building and a workshop.
The workshop was empty—everything seemed to have been cleared out, leaving a desolate atmosphere.
Discarded items littered the floor.
Fang Ping didn't enter the workshop.
Instead, he went straight for the office building.
The upper floors were pitch black, but faint light glowed from the basement.
Faint sounds could be heard from within.
Fang Ping stopped at the basement entrance and looked back at Ning Shan and her partner—
The informant was inside.
Ning Shan carefully stepped forward and pushed open the door.
The basement was a large room—filled with equipment used to make counterfeit bills.
None of it had been moved yet!
In one corner, stacks of counterfeit notes—both finished and unfinished—were piled up.
If those made it into circulation, the consequences would be unimaginable.
In the center of the room, a man sat with his back to the door, tied to a chair with ropes.
His mouth was gagged.
Upon hearing the sound, he began to mumble—but couldn't speak.
Ning Shan quickly stepped forward and untied him.
"There!"
"You're safe now."
She said softly.
The man turned around.
There was no gratitude on his face—only a twisted, ferocious grin!
In his hand—
He held a gun!
And he aimed it at Ning Shan!
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