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Zhang Shi's eyes narrowed, sensing the seriousness of the matter. He nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, Director. I understand the stakes involved. Thank you for your reminder. We will be extremely vigilant and on guard, and will not give anyone the opportunity to exploit any loopholes."

Afterwards, He Feng was still worried, so he called Zhao Lei to his side and instructed him in a deep voice, "You will personally lead a team and follow Zhang Shi and the others closely. Remember, you must ensure his safety. This is the most important thing right now. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible."

Zhao Lei stood at attention and saluted: "Yes, Director! I promise to complete the task!"

Watching Zhang Shi and the others disappear at the end of the corridor, Zheng Qiang's face suddenly revealed an expression of joy that he couldn't conceal. He had come here today specifically for Scar's territory. He had searched for the exact location for a long time but couldn't find it. He hadn't expected that this time, following the clues, he would actually find the place. This was truly a case of searching for something without success.

But as soon as he reached the closed iron gate of Scar's territory, he was stopped by two of the guards there. One of them, a young man with dyed yellow hair, leaned lazily against the wall, squinting and looking him up and down, his tone arrogant: "Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you know whose territory this is? Don't you think you have the guts to barge in here?"

Zheng Qiang was irritated by the boy's attitude. He couldn't suppress his anger, but he kept a smile on his face. In his heart, he sneered: What a bunch of ignorant people, like newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers. He took a step forward and slapped the yellow-haired man in the face before he could react. The crisp sound of "slap" shocked everyone around him. Zheng Qiang's voice became deeper, with an unquestionable majesty: "Stinky boy, open your dog eyes and see who I am!"

The yellow-haired man was from out of town, having only been with Scar for a few days. He didn't even know Zheng Qiang. After being beaten, he covered his face with his hands, his eyes full of dissatisfaction, and he wanted to open his mouth to talk back. However, a tall and thin young man nearby suddenly changed his expression and hurried over, a fawning smile on his face. "Oh, isn't this Director Zheng? You are such a rare guest! What brings you here? How did you find time to hang out here?"

Zheng Qiang didn't say anything, but just looked at him with a half-smile, his eyes full of scrutiny, as if he wanted to see through all the little tricks in his mind.

The tall, thin man's heart skipped a beat when he was looked at by Zheng Qiang, and a layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on his back. He quickly turned around and slapped the yellow-haired man again, with a force even harder than Zheng Qiang's previous slap, cursing, "You blind man! You are blind! This is Director Zheng of the Public Security Bureau! You dare to stop him? Go in and tell the boss that Director Zheng is here in person and ask him to come out to greet him!"

Huangmao was stunned by the two hits. He realized that he had hit a wall. He dared not delay any longer. He covered his face and cried "ouch" and ran inside in a hurry. His waist was almost bent like a shrimp.

Zheng Qiang then withdrew his gaze and looked at the tall and thin man, asking directly, "Tell me, what is your boss doing in there right now? Isn't he doing those shameful things again, smoking that stuff?"

The tall, thin man quickly waved his hands, his smile becoming even more insincere, and his tone becoming cautious: "Director, what are you talking about? Our boss has long since turned over a new leaf and is now a decent man. We are all law-abiding citizens here. How could we possibly do something illegal like that? Please don't believe the rumors."

Zheng Qiang knew perfectly well that nine out of ten things the boy said were lies, but he didn't expose them outright. He simply stood there motionless. He knew Scar's hidden agenda was a real problem, and if he really investigated, wouldn't he find out? But the timing wasn't right yet, so there was no need to alert him.

He knew Scar's background too well. When he was on the street, he was no pushover. He got into fights, extorted money, and did a lot of illegal things. But ever since He Feng came to the Public Security Bureau, Scar got wind of it from somewhere and suddenly became much more restrained. He has been really quiet recently and hasn't caused any trouble. I don't know if he has really changed or is just thinking of something bad. Zheng Qiang narrowed his eyes and thought to himself: No matter what tricks you play, as long as you fall into my hands, sooner or later you will be exposed.

The younger brother hurried to the inner room, his heels making a "thump thump thump" sound on the smooth floor, like beating a small drum, revealing a sense of panic. In the inner room, Scar was reclining on the large sofa, puffing away with a look of ease, a half-burned cigarette still tucked between his fingers, the ash dangling. He had been holding back a rage for days, wanting to make a move - ever since that guy named He Feng came, he always felt that there was an eyesore in his territory. But a while ago, an inexplicable piece of news came in, like a basin of cold water, which completely cooled his anger. The news said that He Feng was not an ordinary person, with a deep background. As long as he was still in this area, he must not act rashly, otherwise he would have to bear the consequences himself, and no one could protect him.

At first, Scar was not convinced at all. This was his territory, where he had been lingering for nearly ten years. He had dozens of brothers under his command, and a stomp of his foot could shake the whole place. What could an outsider like He Feng do to him? But not long after, two of his most capable brothers fell into trouble one after another: one was caught collecting protection money on the street and was sent straight to the police station; the other was even worse off, as he was walking at night and had his arm broken. He lay in bed for half a month and couldn't recover. Anyone with a discerning eye knew what was going on. This was the other party's way of making a show of force. Scar was really scared now, and finally realized that this man was not to be messed with. From then on, he only dared to take his brothers to other places to show off his power. He didn't even dare to breathe in the local area, and he would avoid anyone in uniform.

Just as he was dozing off, his men slammed the door open, sending it crashing against the wall. Scar's hand trembled in fear, and his cigarette fell onto his trouser leg, scorching him so much that he jumped up with a yelp and slapped his pants. He sat up abruptly, his eyes blazing, and pointed at the men at the door, cursing, "Are you fucking tired of living? Didn't I tell you? No one is allowed to come in without my order! Do you want a beating?"

The younger brother shrank back in fear, his head almost down to his chest, but he still nodded with a trembling voice, "Boss, no... I'm not trying to barge in. Brother Monkey just sent a message saying... that Director Zheng Qiang from the Public Security Bureau is here, waiting at the door, and he specifically wants to see you."

Scar's entire body shuddered at the mention of "Zheng Qiang," his previous anger instantly vanishing without a trace. How could he dare to neglect him? Zheng Qiang was the "King of Hell" of this area, ruthless and ruthless, with ruthless methods. Normally, he wouldn't have had time to hide from him.