Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

Zheng Qiang held his breath and gently opened the door, fearing to disturb his slumbering family. He hurried along, soon arriving at the Public Security Bureau. The darkness provided him with natural cover, and he navigated his way around a rarely-visited surveillance blind spot. Taking advantage of the shadows in the corners, he exploited a security loophole he had long since learned about—a gap in the dilapidated fence—and slipped in silently. The entire process was as stealthy as a passing shadow, unnoticed. Even with the lights in the distant duty room still on, no one noticed his arrival.

Standing at the door of He Feng's office, Zheng Qiang's steps suddenly stopped. The light from the corridor shone through the window, casting bright and dark shadows on his face. It felt like two voices were fighting fiercely in his heart. One voice screamed, "You can't go in! This is a bottomless abyss!"

Another voice, cold and coercive, said, "Don't go? What about your wife and children?" He clutched the secretly forged key tightly, his palms already sweating, his knuckles white from the strain. He truly didn't know whether to push open the door—if he crossed the threshold and began to search for the information, he would have completely established his guilt as a traitor, and there would be no turning back. But when he thought of Zhuang He's sinister glare, and his threat, "I'll take good care of your family," Zheng Qiang gritted his teeth again. A flicker of intense struggle flashed in his eyes, but was eventually replaced by a fierce fierceness.

There was no other way. For the safety of his wife and children, he could only take this gamble.

Zheng Qiang took a deep breath, trembling as he inserted the key into the lock. With a gentle turn, the door clicked open. He slipped inside and closed the door behind him, his heart pounding in his chest, nearly bursting through his throat. Despite his reluctance, he steeled himself and walked to his desk.

Zheng Qiang's eyes swept through the office, not missing a single corner. He knew that He Feng, as the Public Security Bureau Director, was meticulous and meticulous, and he certainly wouldn't leave important things lying around. If he accidentally left a trace and He Feng noticed something unusual, it would be all over. He first checked his desk; aside from a few insignificant notices, there was nothing there.

He gathered himself and reached out to open the bottom drawer of his desk. Inside were several neatly arranged stacks of documents. He quickly rummaged through them, and suddenly his eyes lit up—at the very bottom was a document marked "Internal Confidential." Zheng Qiang quickly pulled the file out and examined it carefully in the dim light filtering through the window. It read: Several newly transferred comrades from the Public Security Bureau are ostensibly here for exchange and learning, but in reality, they have a crucial mission: to covertly investigate the overall efficiency and potential problems.

Zheng Qiang's heart trembled. Without delay, he immediately took out the miniature camera hidden in his pocket and took pictures of the contents of all the documents one by one. After doing all this, he put the documents back in their original place and closed the drawer, making sure that there was no sign of any rummaging.

Afterward, Zheng Qiang quickly left the office, quietly exiting the Public Security Bureau the same way he'd come, and vanishing into the night. He had only one thought in mind: he had to get this information out as quickly as possible and gain their trust. Only by gaining their trust could he understand their true nature and ultimately have a chance to wipe out this group of reactionaries.

Zheng Qiang now deeply wanted nothing to do with those reactionaries. Over the years, he'd finally cleansed himself of the stain of his past through diligent work and lived a stable life. How could he let this one incident ruin all his years of hard work and his life? He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with determination—no matter what, he had to resolve this crisis.

Following the prior agreement, Zheng Qiang quietly arrived at the designated location—a secluded corner where an unassuming old wooden box lay. He looked around cautiously, making sure no one was watching. He quickly placed his belongings in the box and carefully closed the lid, restoring it to its original state.

He had originally planned to wait a little longer to see if anything unexpected happened. But then he realized that if he destroyed the other party's trust because of this little thought, it would be more trouble than it was worth. After all, the current situation could not afford any mistakes. He gritted his teeth and finally turned and quickly left.

What Zheng Qiang didn't know was that from the moment he entered the alley, a pair of eyes had been secretly watching him. The observer, hidden under the eaves of the opposite house, could see his every move. Once Zheng Qiang had completely disappeared around the corner, the observer, as silent as a cat, slithered over, opened the wooden box, took out what Zheng Qiang had put inside, and then put the box back in its place, as if nothing had happened.

The entire night felt incredibly long to He Feng. He tossed and turned in bed, barely closing his eyes. Thinking of his transgression that day, he was overcome with regret, a heavy weight weighing on his chest. He even raised his hand several times, wanting to slap himself hard, but regret was futile now. He secretly resolved that when daybreak came, he would find a chance to explain things to Ma Xin. He would not shirk his responsibility.

He Feng finally drifted off to sleep in the wee hours of the morning. The next morning, he was startled awake by the chirping of birds outside his window. His head felt heavy and achy, as if it were filled with lead. He struggled to his feet, poured himself a glass of cold water, and drank it all in one gulp. The cool liquid slid down his throat, barely bringing him back to consciousness.

After washing up, He Feng went straight to his office. He planned to find Ma Xin after get off work and explain everything clearly. Some things, if left unsaid, would only become more complicated. It would be better to talk about it as soon as possible, which would bring peace of mind.

He Feng walked to his desk and was about to sit down when his eyes accidentally swept across the drawer. His heart sank suddenly - something was wrong! He clearly remembered that before leaving yesterday, he had deliberately placed a hair in the gap of the drawer as a mark. But now, the hair was gone, fallen on the table. This clearly showed that someone had touched his drawer last night!

He Feng calmly took out his key and opened the drawer. Sure enough, the files were arranged differently than he remembered; they had clearly been rummaged through. But there was no panic on his face; instead, a flicker of understanding crossed his face. In reality, all this was within his expectations. The information on the rummaged-through file wasn't true at all; it was simply bait he had deliberately placed there.

He Feng had long anticipated that the spy lurking within would be tempted to take action and try to extract information from him. Now that they had indeed taken the bait, he could use this opportunity to deceive them into believing that his plan was flawless and paralyze them for a while. Next, it was his turn to make his plans.