Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

He Feng slowly shook his head, his eyes sharp as an eagle, revealing an unshakable calmness: "We can't catch him now." His fingertips tapped lightly on the table, the sound was not loud but every word was clear, "

The evidence we have is too weak to hold any water. If we act now, we'll alert him and let him know something's amiss. Given his cautious nature, he'll immediately destroy all evidence. By then, it would be incredibly difficult for us to continue this investigation."

He Feng paused, glanced out the window, and continued, "Now that we've locked him in as a suspect, the rest will be easy. Let's keep a close eye on him and arrange for someone to follow him 24 hours a day to see who he contacts, where he goes, and what he does every day. Once we've figured it all out and have solid evidence, it won't be too late to take action."

After hearing this, Zhao Lei's mind suddenly became clear and he nodded quickly: "Director, I understand. I'll arrange it right away." Then he went down to make the arrangements.

He Feng returned to his office and stood alone in front of the window, looking at the people coming and going outside. He frowned slightly and murmured softly: "Zheng Qiang, I hope you are not what I think you are."

He felt a mixture of emotions. He really didn't want Zheng Qiang to get involved with those people. After all, he had just put so much effort into finding a stable home for Yaya, so that the child could finally live like a normal child. If something really happened to Zheng Qiang, would Yaya... return to her previous life of wandering? The thought of this made He Feng's heart feel heavy, as if something had tugged at it.

In the afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm hue over the streets. Zheng Qiang was returning home from get off work. As he reached the corner of the alley, a man in tattered clothes suddenly emerged from the shadows of a corner. His hair was dry and yellow, his clothes were patched, and his face was stained with dirt, but his eyes held a shrewd look. He stopped Zheng Qiang and said in a low voice, "Black Soul, let's talk."

Zheng Qiang's heart skipped a beat, but he remained expressionless as he said coldly, "Who are you? I don't know you."

The ragged man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "My name is Zhuang He, and I'll be the one you'll be in contact with from now on. This isn't the place to talk, so please excuse me."

Zheng Qiang clenched his fingers quietly, knowing that these people must know too many of his secrets if they dared to come to him. If he didn't go with him now, there was no guarantee that these shady things would appear on He Feng's desk tomorrow - and by then, he was afraid his life would be in jeopardy.

He wasn't a coward, but when he thought of his wife at home, and Yaya, who had just felt the warmth of his home, his heart softened. If he died, what would happen to them? Who would protect them?

Zheng Qiang took a deep breath, a plan already forming in his mind: Why not feign agreement and openly cooperate with them? Then, he could take this opportunity to find out their details, to see how many people were in the group, where their hideout was, and what forces were behind them. Once he had enough information, he could find a way to wipe them out in one fell swoop. These people were like a sword hanging over his head, and he had to eliminate them.

After making up his mind, Zheng Qiang regained his composure and followed Zhuang He without a word. The two of them walked one in front and one behind, turning into a quiet street and stopping at an inconspicuous corner.

Zhuang He looked around and confirmed that no one was around. He took out a small key from his pocket and handed it to Zheng Qiang: "Director Zheng, you are the only one who can do this."

Zheng Qiang took the key, his fingertips were cold. He held the key and asked, "Whose key is this?"

Zhuang He smiled strangely. "This is the key to Director He's office drawer. We want to know what those people who aren't from the Public Security Bureau are looking for with their frequent visits lately."

Zheng Qiang tightened his grip on the key, looked up at Zhuang He, and said firmly, "I don't want to talk about this with you. I want to talk to the person behind you."

Zhuang He sneered, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt. He said (with a threatening tone), "You are not worthy of negotiating terms. Remember, if you don't cooperate with us, we will report every detail of your actions to the higher-ups. I don't need to tell you what will happen to you; you already know it."

Zheng Qiang's face turned pale, his clenched fists trembling slightly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and took the key. He looked up at Zhuang He and said stiffly, "Remember, I'll only cooperate this once. How will I get the news to you after this is done?"

Zhuang He looked at him and said slowly, "Director Zheng, once you succeed, put the photo you took in an envelope and place it at the address written on this piece of paper." He handed Zheng Qiang a piece of paper with the address on it, his eyes sharp as a knife. "Remember, you don't have much time. If you fail to complete the task..."

Zhuang He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but the chilling feeling in his unfinished words was enough to make Zheng Qiang realize the consequences. Some words should be kept to a minimum; saying too much will only make them less intimidating.

Zheng Qiang wanted to ask for more details, but Zhuang He didn't give him a chance. He turned around and left, his back was so clean and decisive that he didn't leave any room for questioning.

After Zhuang He left, Zheng Qiang was so angry that he trembled all over and kicked the corner of the wall next to him (his face was full of frustration and anger). He had never thought that after hiding for so long, carefully maintaining a calm appearance, he would eventually be caught by this group of people and forced into such a situation.

He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down - now he could only follow their plan and endure for a while. Once he understood their details, he would find a chance to catch this group of people in one fell swoop and completely break free from their control.

That evening, Zheng Qiang packed up and changed into comfortable clothes. He knew that at this time, most of the public security bureau offices were empty, making it a good time to strike. But just as he was about to leave, his wife woke up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and asked (her voice was filled with sleep): "Zheng Qiang, it's so late, where are you going?"

Zheng Qiang hurried over and tucked the corner of the quilt for his wife. He forced a gentle smile on his face and said softly, "It's okay. There was just an urgent matter at the Public Security Bureau that I forgot to deal with during the day, and I need it urgently tomorrow morning. I'll go check it out and be back soon."

His wife wanted to say something, but Zheng Qiang nodded quickly and urged her, "Okay, go to sleep now. Don't catch a cold. I'll be back soon."

The wife didn't think much about it, yawned, and fell asleep again in a daze.