Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

Meanwhile, Zhao Lei, upon arriving at work, immediately set off with four comrades. After all, this matter was personally arranged by Director He, and there was no room for sloppiness. He led his men straight to the market, knowing full well that these four comrades were Director Bai Yu's subordinates. This was a good opportunity to let his colleagues at the Public Security Bureau know that they were merely there to learn from experience and had no other special mission, thus avoiding unnecessary suspicion.

Zhao Lei looked at the four unfamiliar faces before him and solemnly warned, "Remember this! Some pickpockets have been popping up in this market lately, causing panic among the people. Our mission this time is to catch them all and provide a safe shopping environment for the people."

Upon hearing this, the four men nodded in tacit agreement, then dispersed and entered the bustling market. The market was quite large, with numerous stalls and a constant flow of people, making the arrests considerably more difficult. However, the four of them worked in perfect harmony, acting decisively and with eagle-like eyes, they scoured the crowds and quickly locked onto their target. After a quick operation, all the pickpockets in the market were apprehended and subsequently taken home.

At this time, He Feng was processing documents in the office. Zhao Lei pushed the door open and walked in, reporting: "Director, those pickpockets have all been caught."

He Feng raised his head, put down the pen in his hand, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and said: "Okay, anyway, I'm free now, so I might as well go with you to take a look. I want to see if these people have any connection with the group that provoked me last time."

After saying that, he stood up and went to the interrogation area with Zhao Lei. Arriving at the door of the interrogation room, He Feng glanced through the observation window at the several people detained inside. Only one of them looked familiar to him; the others were strangers. So he said to Zhao Lei, "Bring the second one out. I want to interrogate him separately."

Zhao Lei nodded and walked into the interrogation room. After a while, he took the person designated by He Feng to another interrogation room.

He Feng pushed the door open and walked in. Zhuang Jie, nicknamed "Mouse," was brought in. The moment he saw He Feng, he was completely stunned. He groaned inwardly: Why is this guy here again? He'd already dealt a hand to me last time, and I didn't expect to run into him again at the police station this time. What bad luck!

Haozi was pinned to the chair, his face filled with panic and confusion. He hadn't expected the man before him to possess such immense power. His voice trembled for a moment, "You...why are you arresting me? I haven't done anything bad, why are you arresting me?"

He Feng sneered, his eyes fixed on him sharply. "Are you a forgetful person who doesn't recognize me? Last time on the pedestrian street, if you hadn't deliberately distracted the patrolling colleagues and provided them with cover, that group of people would have escaped so easily. Now, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Haozi's eyes flickered, and he shook his head hurriedly: "I don't know what you are talking about. What do you mean by escape or not? I don't understand."

He Feng pressed on, his tone growing graver. "Alright, stop playing dumb. Where are your accomplices? Why are all the people we caught this time strangers? They're definitely not the same people we caught last time? Where are they hiding?"

Haozi finally realized that the other party was coming for that group of people. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly explained: "I really didn't know! Those people paid me a lot of money to cooperate with the show. They are not pickpockets at all. They are all very skilled. How could I dare to offend them? The last time you wanted to catch them, they had already slipped away. I really don't know them!"

He Feng's brows furrowed, his mind growing increasingly confused: Who were these people? They'd deliberately hired someone to pretend to be a pickpocket to provoke him. There had to be something fishy going on, but what was the problem?

He stared at the mouse, his tone unquestionable: "Think about it again. Did they say anything special? Or do they have any characteristics? Who are they?"

Haozi's face turned pale with anxiety, and he kept waving his hands. "Chief, I really don't know! I swear! They just paid me money and asked me to cooperate by pretending to be a pickpocket for a few days. They didn't say anything else. And they looked tough. They all knew martial arts. I couldn't beat them, so how could I dare to ask more questions?"

He Feng looked at Haozi, who looked terrified but didn't seem to be lying, and knew that further questioning wouldn't yield any results. It looked like this guy really didn't know the inside story and was just a temporary pawn.

He waved his hand and said to Zhao Lei beside him, "Zhao Lei, take him away and lock him up. Just punish him according to the rules."

With that, He Feng turned and walked out of the interrogation room. The light from the corridor reflected his solemn face. He knew in his heart that this matter was not that simple. For now, this was the only way, and he would slowly investigate the clues. He didn't believe this group of people could hide forever. One day, they would reveal their true colors, and then they would be caught in one fell swoop.

The more He Feng thought about it, the more he felt something was amiss. According to Haozi's previous confession, those people hanging around the market weren't actually trying to be pickpockets. They were clearly pretending to be pickpockets to attract his attention. He frowned, turned to look at Zhao Lei, and asked in a deep voice, "Zhao Lei, when you were arresting people at the market, besides those fake pickpockets, who else did you see? Especially anyone from the Public Security Bureau, were they there?"

Zhao Lei thought carefully and said quickly, "Director, I remember now. When we were arresting people, we saw Deputy Director Zheng buying vegetables at the meat stall over there from a distance. The situation was urgent at the time, and we were busy arresting people, so we didn't go up to say hello."

Hearing the words "Deputy Director Zheng" suddenly cleared up He Feng's mind, and all his previous doubts seemed to be cleared up at once. Could these fake pickpockets have been specifically sent to contact Zheng Qiang? After all, Zheng Qiang's home wasn't in that area, and he had never been heard of going to the market so far away to buy vegetables. This in itself was strange.

In fact, if Zheng Qiang were present at this moment, he would probably cry out for justice. He would explain that it was all because Yaya had a slight cold and a poor appetite, and his wife heard from others that the meat at that market was the freshest and safe to eat, so he made a special detour to buy it, with no other ulterior motives.

He Feng was just pondering the details when Zhao Lei spoke again, his tone somewhat anxious: "Director, judging from this, this matter is most likely related to Deputy Director Zheng. Should we arrest him now?"