Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

He Feng, feeling a bit tipsy, stumbled a bit, but his expression remained steady as he headed straight for the gathering. The party had already been going on for a while, and everyone was a bit drunk. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and the smell of alcohol. He Feng glanced at the crowd, a smile on his face. He looked at Director Zheng and said, "Director Zheng, please make some arrangements. Tell us comrades to go back first so we don't disturb everyone's rest."

Zheng Qiang looked up at his colleagues who were all about the same amount of alcohol, then set his sights on He Feng. Although he was also a little tipsy, he said seriously, "Director, I'll take care of the rest for these new comrades. You've had quite a bit to drink, and I'm worried you'll be too tired."

He Feng waved his hand, still smiling, and said, "Let me arrange this matter. You will be responsible for the other comrades in our bureau. You must make sure that nothing goes wrong for them. Remember, nothing can happen. Do you understand?" There was unquestionable determination in He Feng's eyes.

Zheng Qiang nodded quickly and replied, "I understand. Don't worry, Director." Then he turned and left.

He Feng watched Zheng Qiang leave and looked around. Only the comrades from Bai Yu's bureau were left in the room. His gaze fell on Zhao Lei and he said, "Zhao Lei, go out and keep an eye on what's going on outside."

Zhao Lei nodded without a word and quickly walked out. After Zhao Lei left, the comrades who had seemed drunk suddenly sobered up, as if they had heard some kind of instruction. Seeing this, He Feng couldn't help but smile in appreciation. He looked at the team leader Zhang Shi and said, "Captain Zhang, your team members are indeed very skilled in military matters. Their camouflage and discipline are quite good."

Zhang Shi responded with a smile, nodded and said, "Chief, I know what you mean. You just want to use this gathering to let us get to know the top leaders of the Public Security Bureau. However, I wonder who you suspect the most right now?" Zhang Shi's eyes were sharp and inquiring.

He Feng nodded slightly, a faint smile still on his face, and said, "I will give you the list of suspects. But remember, we must conduct a comprehensive investigation of everyone on the list. No one can be let off. Do you understand?"

Zhang Shi's expression froze. He nodded solemnly and said, "Don't worry, Director. We will definitely conduct an in-depth investigation when the time comes. In fact, after this period of preliminary investigation, we already have some clues."

After hearing this, He Feng nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's good. I'll take you back first. Everyone has worked hard today. Have a good rest. You can officially go back to work tomorrow. When the time comes, I will fully cooperate with your work."

Zhang Shi looked at He Feng gratefully, nodded again, and said, "Director, don't worry. As long as you cooperate with us and provide the necessary support and information, I will be able to find the spy inside and give everyone an explanation."

He Feng smiled with relief, nodded, and then walked out of the room with Zhang Shi and the others. In He Feng's heart, these comrades were shouldering an important mission, and ensuring their safety was of paramount importance, and there could be no room for carelessness.

After Zheng Qiang safely escorted his group back home, he walked alone down the quiet street. All around him was hushed silence, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty streets. Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the shadows like a ghost, blocking his path. Startled, Zheng Qiang instinctively pulled out his pistol to deal with this sudden situation.

Just as his hand was about to touch the gun handle, the man in black spoke in a low and cold voice: "Zheng Qiang, this name is really not very good. Should I call you Black Soul?"

Zheng Qiang looked closely and saw a slightly shorter man standing before him. Although he felt a little flustered, he feigned composure and asked, "What did you say? I have no idea who the Dark Soul you're talking about is." Zheng Qiang's mind raced, trying to understand the man's intentions while simultaneously pondering a response.

Black Soul—that was the codename Zheng Qiang used during his time in the reactionary forces several years ago. Back then, he was secretly infiltrating our Party organization under orders from the reactionaries, carrying out a hidden mission. However, fate twisted things. In an unexpected incident, both Zheng Qiang's superiors and subordinates were tragically killed. Having lost contact with the organization, Zheng Qiang knew his precarious situation. To shed his sinister identity, he meticulously planned a "suicide," attempting to make everyone believe the "Black Soul" was dead. From then on, he believed that those who knew his true identity were gone, and he could finally start anew.

The man in black sneered, as if he saw through Zheng Qiang's thoughts, and said, "Dark Soul, stop hiding. Your superiors already know that you killed both your superiors and subordinates. Do you think we can't do anything to you? I wonder where you're hiding? Humph, we're just holding off on you for the time being, so that's why we haven't contacted you."

Zheng Qiang's heart tightened, but he still said stubbornly: "You are talking nonsense! I don't know what Dark Soul you are talking about. I have never had this name." He tried to use a tough attitude to cover up his inner fear, while thinking about how to resolve the crisis in front of him.

The man in black seemed to have expected Zheng Qiang not to admit it easily. He calmly took out a photo from his pocket, handed it to Zheng Qiang, and said, "Why don't you take a look at this photo first, and then decide whether you want to cooperate with me."

Zheng Qiang instinctively reached out to take the photo, thinking he might be able to find some clues about who the person was from the other person's hand. However, to his disappointment, the man in black was wearing gloves, making it impossible to tell.

Zheng Qiang took the photo and looked at it, his face instantly turning pale. The person in the photo was exactly himself, it was taken during the reactionary period. The scene and his appearance were clearly visible in the photo, and every detail was enough to prove his former identity.

Seeing this, the man in black smiled smugly and threatened: "So? You might as well guess what will happen if this photo appears on He Feng's desk?" That smile was like a sharp blade, piercing Zheng Qiang's heart, making him feel unprecedented fear and despair.

Zheng Qiang had been working as deputy director for years, weathering countless storms. Naturally, he wasn't someone who could be intimidated by a casual remark. He remained calm, his gaze fixed on the man in black, and he said coldly, "Do you think you'll be believed just by pushing the blame on He Feng? Don't dream!" Zheng Qiang knew He Feng wasn't someone who could be easily fooled. He wouldn't easily believe the man in black's one-sided statement.