Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

Pang He looked at Zheng Qiang with a meaningful smile on his face, and said slowly: "Director Zheng, please don't misunderstand. It's not me who wants to see you now, but my superior. Didn't you always say that you wanted to see the person behind me with your own eyes? How about you move over now and come with me to meet him?"

Zheng Qiang's heart suddenly stirred. He had been simmering with desire to find the ringleader of this gang—if he could meet Pang He's superiors and find out their details, he could then lay a net and wipe out the entire gang. He suppressed his anxiety, pretended to be calm, and said calmly, "Okay, I don't have anything urgent to do right now, so I'll go with you."

Zheng Qiang was about to take a step forward when Pang He held out his hand to stop him. Pang He pulled a piece of black cloth from his pocket and handed it to him: "Director Zheng, you are a sensible person and should know the rules of our industry. You are going to meet our superiors, so I have to ask you to wear this. Please bear with me."

Zheng Qiang hadn't expected the other party to be so well-prepared, and he cursed them inwardly, "Cunning!" But he knew he couldn't confront them head-on at this moment, so he suppressed his anger, took the black cloth, and reluctantly covered his eyes. The moment the blindfold was on, everything in front of him was pitch black. With Pang He supporting his arm, he walked forward, one foot deep and one foot shallow, completely unable to discern the direction, not knowing where he was being taken. All he could hear was the faint sound of wind, mixed with the sound of two people's footsteps, and occasionally the faint sound of a car horn in the distance. Other than that, there were no other clues to his direction.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zheng Qiang suddenly felt someone push him forward. He stumbled into a room and stepped on soft carpet. As he steadied himself, someone reached out and removed his blindfold. The sudden brightness made him squint subconsciously. As his vision gradually adjusted, he realized he was in a simply decorated room. Sitting on the sofa opposite him was a middle-aged man, holding a cup of hot tea and looking at him with a half-smile.

"I'd rather call you Director Zheng. It sounds better." The middle-aged man spoke first. His voice was not loud, but it revealed an unquestionable calm aura.

Zheng Qiang dazedly appraised the man. He wore a fitted Mao suit, his hair neatly combed, and possessed a calm demeanor. He didn't look like someone involved in illegal activities. He frowned, his tone wary. "Who are you? It wasn't you who approached me last time. So, you're not the superior they claim you are?"

Luo Hao—the middle-aged man—hadn't expected Zheng Qiang to observe so carefully. He raised an eyebrow, set down his teacup, and let the bottom of the cup clink against the table with a crisp sound. "Director Zheng, you have good eyesight. The man you're talking about is indeed just my subordinate. Now, I have the final say on all matters of the entire organization, big or small."

Zheng Qiang still had some doubts, but the other person's tone was too confident and clear, and he didn't seem to be lying. He calmed himself down and deliberately brought up his status to put pressure on him: "What exactly do you want me to do here? I work at the Public Security Bureau and have a morning meeting soon. I can't be late."

Luo Hao didn't respond to his words. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp, staring at him closely: "Director Zheng, there is something I want to ask you. You said that those people who frequently came in and out of the Public Security Bureau some time ago were really just here to investigate internal affairs? Why don't I believe this?" There was undisguised doubt in his tone, and it was obvious that he had great suspicions about the real purpose of those people.

Zheng Qiang gripped the small key, his knuckles white from the strain, his mind racing. No matter how he thought about it, something felt wrong. He'd clearly said he was cooperating with the internal investigation, but these people were pushing him too hard, as if they were afraid of more trouble. Their impatience only made him suspicious.

He was no fool. After a moment's reflection, he figured out something: the person who had secretly met with him the previous time and suggested that he should be careful was most likely a comrade within the Public Security Bureau. It seemed that those people had been secretly protecting him, fearing that he would be dragged too deeply into the hands of this group of reactionaries.

Just as he was thinking, Luo Hao suddenly laughed, his laughter was filled with a bit of sarcasm, breaking the silence: "I really didn't realize that Director Zheng hid it so deeply. He almost fooled us all."

Zheng Qiang looked up at him, his eyes as cold as ice. "I've said it before, I'm only doing one last thing for you. After this, I'll have nothing to do with you anymore. I mean what I say."

Luo Hao raised his eyebrows, his tone firm and unyielding: "Director Zheng, that's not right. Do you think our organization is a place where you can come and go as you please? As long as you are one of us, don't think you can get away with it so easily."

"Don't try to play tricks on me." Zheng Qiang took a step forward, exuding an intimidating aura. "Let me make this clear. If you dare threaten my family, I won't mind taking action right now. I'll kill all of you and then fight you to the death."

Luo Hao's heart skipped a beat—he knew Zheng Qiang wasn't exaggerating. This man had blood on his hands, and when he got ruthless, he was capable of anything. But he remained calm, sneering, "Zheng Qiang, do you think we're intimidated? You know how many secrets we hold about you. If you don't cooperate, don't blame us for exposing them to the public and ruining your reputation."

"I don't care who you are, or who's behind you." Zheng Qiang's eyes grew even colder, like a poisoned knife. "It won't take much effort for me to deal with you. If you really push me too far, the worst that can happen is we'll both perish together. I'll kill you and then turn myself in. How about that?"

Luo Hao was forced to take a half step back by his ruthlessness, then stiffened his neck again: "Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit! If you don't agree, before tomorrow, all your shameful deeds will appear on He Feng's desk without a single word missing. When that happens, do you think you can still stand here and talk to me?"

Zheng Qiang stared at him intently, his chest heaving violently, clearly trying to suppress his rage. After a moment, he slowly let out a sigh of relief and said through gritted teeth, "Alright. But let me be frank. If you dare to push me any further and truly push me into a corner, don't blame me for showing you my true strength."

Seeing him give in, Luo Hao felt a little relieved, knowing that this move had paid off. He softened his tone, but still spoke with calculation: "We don't want to force you. How about this, you help us do one last thing, and after that, we'll be done with our previous accusations. How about that?"