Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

Scar frantically stubbed out his cigarette and shoved the scattered bottles, jars, and gambling paraphernalia on the table into a drawer, his movements as quick as a battle. He then grabbed his jacket draped over the armrest of the sofa and pulled it on, buttoning it two wrongly. As he cleaned things up, he glared at his younger brother: "I'll let you off this time, but if you dare break the rules again, I'll skin you alive!"

As he spoke, he straightened his clothes, wiped his face with his hands, tried to make himself look more respectable, and walked out quickly. When he reached the door, he saw Zheng Qiang standing there, wearing a neat police uniform, with his hands behind his back, looking at him calmly. His eyes were like searchlights, making Scar feel creepy. Scar quickly put on a smile, hunched over and walked towards him quickly, almost bending his waist to 90 degrees: "Director Zheng, why did you come here in person? If you have any instructions, just tell me and I'll go there. How dare you make such a trip? You really... you think too highly of me!"

Zheng Qiang had an inexplicable smile on his face. He glanced at the scarred face before he slowly spoke, "Alright, stop beating around the bush with me. I really have something to talk to you about today."

Scar rubbed his rough hands, a flattering smile on his face. The scar at the corner of his eye moved with it, but his eyes hid a subtle vigilance. "Director Zheng, you are a very busy man. You can't even invite me on weekdays. This is really a case of not visiting for no reason. I wonder if you want me to do something this time? As long as I, Scar, can do it, I will do it without hesitation."

Zheng Qiang glanced around—the alleyway was bustling with people, vendors carrying loads of goods, children running and playing. Although no one paid much attention to the two of them standing at the base of the wall, it was clearly not the place to discuss anything important. He looked up at Scar and said, hintingly, "Shall we talk here?"

Scar's brain was quick, and he instantly understood what Zheng Qiang meant—he had something private to say. He nodded and bowed, his smile growing even wider. "Look at me, I was so caught up in my happiness that I didn't even think about this. Director Zheng, please come in. We'll talk in the quiet of my office." With that, he led Zheng Qiang toward a nearby, somewhat dilapidated two-story building. Much of the wall had peeled away, revealing the red bricks. Several half-worn sacks lay piled at the door.

Pushing open the office door, a tangled odor of cigarette smoke, sweat, and cheap perfume hit him, making him wince. Scar hurried to the window and flung it open with a clatter, trying to let some air in. But the stagnant air that had been accumulating in the corner for years wasn't going to dissipate quickly, and instead made the room even more stale.

Zheng Qiang stood still at the doorway, his eyes scanning the furnishings of the room: a peeling paint desk, a dusty old sofa, a few crumpled empty cigarette boxes piled on the corner, and a few shiny shreds of tinfoil scattered around. A sneer curled his lips, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "Well, Scar, you've been living a comfortable life. You smoked a lot, haven't you?"

Scar's face changed slightly, and the flattering smile on his face froze. He quickly waved his hands to deny it, forcing a simple and honest expression: "Chief, what are you talking about? I'm a law-abiding citizen. I wouldn't dare to do such a thing even if I had the guts. It must be that one of my subordinates was ignorant and threw things around, causing you to misunderstand. I will definitely deal with them later."

Zheng Qiang didn't want to argue with him. After all, once his plans were complete, Scar and his cronies would be wiped out sooner or later. By then, not only would he be able to smoke these things, but he wouldn't even be able to save his life. He didn't care about this "little thing" at all.

He waved his hand, interrupting Scar's words. His tone became heavy, with unquestionable majesty: "Alright, these things have nothing to do with me. I don't care. I called you here today because I want you to do something."

Seeing that he didn't want to pursue the matter any further, Scar secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took a few steps forward, almost getting close to Zheng Qiang. "Director Zheng, please give me your orders. As long as it's something I, Scar, can do, I'll go through fire and water, and I'll do it without hesitation!"

Zheng Qiang raised his eyes and stared at him, his gaze as sharp as a knife, as if it could penetrate a person's heart. "You'd better remember this. I have a lot of evidence against you, enough to put you in jail for life. But this time it won't be difficult - I know you recently got a group of new guys, and they will come in handy. I need you to help me kill a few people."

Scar's heart skipped a beat and his eyelids twitched violently. He instantly remembered what the mysterious group had said before - they said that someone would ask him to do a "big thing" soon, and as long as he succeeded, they would arrange for him to develop in the Ryukyu Islands. The sky is high and the emperor is far away there, and with his own means, he will surely be able to make a good living and no longer have to wander around in this small place. He suppressed the excitement in his heart, and his face remained expressionless, but his eyes brightened a little: "Tell me, Director Zheng, who do you want to kill? Just one word from you, and I guarantee that it will be clean and neat, and no trace will be left."

Zheng Qiang didn't rush to mention names, but instead coldly warned, "Several people will be coming here to inspect soon. I can't reveal their identities for now. Don't act rashly. Wait until I tell you to act. Remember, you must obey my orders and not act on your own. Do you understand?"

Scar patted his chest and promised loudly, "Director Zheng, you can rest assured! I, Scar, always follow the rules. I will never take action without your permission. I promise to do everything you say and not touch a hair on their head beforehand."

Zheng Qiang turned around and left without saying anything more. His leather shoes made a dull sound on the creaking wooden floor. Walking out of the small building, the evening breeze blew on his face, bringing a little coolness, but it could not blow away the irritability in his heart. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and he felt a surge of anger in his heart - he had clearly wanted to take the right path and completely draw a line between himself and those reactionaries, but now, he was being led by them by the nose and became an accomplice. If this matter were to be exposed, his life would be completely over. But now, there is no turning back, and he can only go all the way to the end.

After spending some time at the Public Security Bureau, Zhang Shi increasingly felt the undercurrents surging within, a host of inexplicable conflicts hidden beneath the surface of calm. But for now, he had to suppress his doubts and carry out the task at hand step by step—this was his foundation and the only way to break through the fog.

He already had a vague target in mind: Zheng Qiang. Coincidentally, the current mission was assigned by Zheng Qiang. Zhang Shi secretly figured: If something went wrong while carrying out this mission, he could follow the clues and identify Zheng Qiang, the "black sheep" who might be hiding in the team, thus fulfilling his responsibilities.