Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

But when Zheng Qiang pushed open the half-open wooden door, what came into his sight was an empty scene - a thin layer of dust accumulated in the corners of the walls, the ground was bare without even a footprint, and the tables, chairs, benches, boxes of sundries and other things that should have been there were nowhere to be found. The whole yard was so quiet that he could hear the sound of the wind blowing, as if no one had ever been here.

Zheng Qiang's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by something heavy. A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back and ran down his spine. He was inwardly astonished: These people are so quick! They actually guessed that he would come based on vague memories and retreated so completely in advance, leaving no trace. How cautious they were!

What he didn't know was that, not far away, in a gray residential building, Luo Hao was standing at a third-floor window, a high-powered telescope in hand. He watched with interest as he wandered around the empty yard, searching everywhere, a thin sneer of undisguised disdain playing on his lips. He turned to his men and said slowly, "See? This is the so-called 'elite' left behind by the previous boss. Once captured, he's always trying to get back on track with his fragmented memories. Little did he know, we moved to a new base three days ago. His efforts are all in vain." The men nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with conviction and admiration for Luo Hao—the boss had foresight, having anticipated this move long ago.

Luo Hao lowered the telescope, but a wave of emotion crossed his heart. He had long known Zheng Qiang was a capable elite, but he hadn't expected him to be so skilled. Last time, he had merely taken him on a long circuit around the compound under the pretext of a mission, not even letting him in. Yet, he had managed to pinpoint the address based on that fleeting glimpse. His observation and memory were truly remarkable.

Initially, Luo Hao hadn't wanted to relocate. This location was secluded, and the surroundings were well-known. Relocating would be troublesome and require re-adapting to a new environment. But then he realized that Zheng Qiang, having escaped capture the last time, must be a meticulous and resilient individual. Leaving such a hidden danger nearby would only become a problem. Ultimately, he gritted his teeth and decided to relocate early—a move that proved to be a wise one.

Zheng Qiang stood in the empty yard for a long time, his fists clenched until they crackled, his heart aching with anger and anxiety. He hadn't expected these people to be so cunning, to have laid such a solid retreat plan. It seemed that forcing them wouldn't work. He could only give in to their wishes for the time being, deal with the inspection team first, and even... take action according to their demands.

He turned and left the yard. Just as he reached the alley entrance, a familiar figure blocked his way. Luo Hao put his hands in his pockets and looked at him with a half-smile: "Director Zheng, isn't this a bit boring? You're openly refusing to cooperate, but secretly following us. This doesn't seem like a cooperative attitude."

Zheng Qiang looked up at Luo Hao. His eyes held no trace of fear, but instead a cold, clear gaze. He had been kept in the dark at first, but now he understood completely—this man had deliberately approached him, hoping to use his position at the Public Security Bureau to provide cover and protect the reactionaries hiding within.

Since that's the case, I'll just go with the flow and pretend to be used by him. Taking advantage of this so-called "plan," I'll gradually uncover the traitors within the Public Security Bureau, find all those reactionaries hiding in the shadows, and then wipe them out in one fell swoop. Then, I'll turn around and deal with Luo Hao and his gang and see what they can do! Anyone who knows my true identity must be killed. We must eradicate them completely and put an end to all future trouble.

Zheng Qiang didn't reveal any flaws on his face. He just glanced at Luo Hao lightly, turned around and left, but his mind was already calculating.

Zheng Qiang clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening from the exertion, his arms trembling slightly. His heart burned with a fire, yet it was enveloped in a layer of ice—he knew there was only one way out: eliminate those who knew his secret, one by one, to preserve his long-hidden identity and protect the safety of his wife and children. The thought pierced his heart like a poisoned thorn, causing a sharp pain. But he had no choice but to accept it as the only way out.

Luo Hao looked at Zheng Qiang who was silent, with an expression changing constantly. Suddenly, he chuckled, and there was undisguised oppression in his laughter, like a stone pressing on people's hearts: "Remember, this kind of thing only happens once. Next time something goes wrong, we may not be sure to kill you, but all your 'secrets' will be neatly placed on the director's desk the next morning. In addition, your family..." He paused deliberately and did not finish his words, but the unspoken meaning came like a tide, instantly drowning Zheng Qiang's thoughts.

Zheng Qiang suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Luo Hao. His eyes were as cold as ice, frighteningly cold. He knew what the other party wanted to do to control him - that was his weakness, and also his bottom line. He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a hard smile, and his voice was full of gritted teeth: "I was negligent in this matter. But remember this, if you dare to touch my wife and children, I will never let you have a good end even if it costs me my life."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Luo Hao didn't press any further. After all, there were more pressing matters that needed Zheng Qiang's attention, and this chess piece couldn't be lost just yet. He waved his hand, his tone softening slightly, "Alright, no more unnecessary words. Go back and rest, and don't bother asking for my location. I'll contact you when the time comes. Understand?"

Zheng Qiang didn't respond, but simply gave Luo Hao a deep look. His eyes were filled with a plethora of complex emotions: hatred, anger, and a hint of helplessness. He turned and walked away, his steps heavy and swift. Each step felt like walking on cotton, yet also like dragging a heavy burden. His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

Seeing Zheng Qiang walking away, Luo Hao's men quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Boss, should we send someone to follow him? What if he gets angry and makes some noise?"

Luo Hao shook his head, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like a lake hidden within them. "Forget it, no need to follow him. He knows what's important and what's not. Pressuring him too hard at this point will only make him desperate and backfire."

After hearing this, the subordinate said nothing more and just quietly stepped aside.

Elsewhere, Zheng Qiang hadn't walked far when he felt a vague sense of being followed, like a needle pricking his back. He'd expected it, but he didn't have time to pay attention. He knew exactly where his home was and what his wife and children looked like. Any further attempts at concealment would only seem hypocritical.