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Although Zhao Lei was filled with doubts, as if he were holding onto a mystery, seeing He Feng's confident expression, he couldn't ask any more questions. He could only control his temper and waved his hand to signal the team members to hide in the alley. Everyone found cover in corners, behind trees, and other places, watching the movement at the street corner with vigilance, even breathing lightly, for fear of disturbing anything.

Zhao Lei couldn't hold back any longer. He moved closer to He Feng and lowered his voice, saying, "Director, we've been waiting for almost a quarter of an hour. Shouldn't we set off now? After all, Scar is still waiting for us. If we go too late, what if they get suspicious and run away, or if they're on guard and start to attack us, it will be troublesome."

Ma Xin, who was standing nearby, also came over, tightened the handcuffs around his waist, and looked at He Feng and said, "Yes, Chief, the brothers are all ready. We've checked the equipment. Isn't it time to act? If we wait any longer, my hands are itching."

He Feng smiled, his tone as relaxed as if he was just talking about family matters: "Okay, wait a little longer, maybe we can go back directly. What happened in this place actually has little to do with us."

Zhao Lei became even more confused after listening to this. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but He Feng looked at him with a calm look that left no room for doubt. Zhao Lei swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and could only mutter to himself in his heart: What on earth is the director up to?

Ma Xin also felt something was amiss. Logically, He Feng should have led his men straight to Scar's stronghold and taken action immediately. Why would he be waiting so leisurely like this? She frowned and was about to speak when Zhao Lei's eyes stopped her. She could only shut up in frustration and continue staring at the intersection.

After waiting for about ten minutes, He Feng looked at his watch and said to Zhao Lei, "Wait here for a while. Zhao Lei, remember, no one is allowed to act without my order. Even if you hear any movement, you are not allowed to show up. Do you understand?"

Although Zhao Lei was still confused, he straightened his back and replied in a deep voice, "Director, don't worry! I promise to follow your instructions. No one will move without orders."

He Feng nodded, turned, and quietly left the alley. On his way back, his mind raced: How's the situation with Zhang Shi going? Will that arrangement reveal Zheng Qiang's flaws? Has this Zheng Qiang betrayed him? A series of questions swirled in his mind, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace, wanting to quickly return to check on the situation.

As soon as He Feng and his men left, Zheng Qiang paced back and forth in the office, his brow furrowed in knots, his heart aflame with anxiety. The conference room was already packed with people, and if a grenade were to be thrown in at that moment, chaos would be unmitigated. He did have one hidden in his arms, a backup plan he had prepared long ago. But the key was finding a perfect excuse; he couldn't just rush in and attack without any reason; that would be too conspicuous.

After pacing a few times, Zheng Qiang suddenly stopped, a fierce look in his eyes—he had thought of an excuse, but it would require cooperation from others. He fished out an old phone hidden in a drawer and, with trembling fingers, dialed Luo Hao's number.

When Luo Hao on the other end of the phone picked up, his tone was full of confusion and vigilance: "Why are you looking for me? Didn't I tell you not to call during special periods, it's easy to be exposed!" The two had agreed before that they would not contact each other unless necessary. Zheng Qiang's call came really suddenly.

Zheng Qiang lowered his voice and laid out his plan, even detailing the excuse. Luo Hao initially refused, thinking it was too risky, but after a moment's silence, he changed his tune and said, "Okay, I'll send someone over when the time comes."

Zheng Qiang didn't ask any more questions, just said "hmm" and hung up the phone, with a look of certainty on his face.

On the other side, Luo Hao put down the phone, and his brothers immediately came over: "Captain, should we really send someone to help him? If something goes wrong, it will be no small matter."

Luo Hao's lips curled up into a cold smile, his eyes filled with calculation. "I'll help, but there's no need to actually do anything. When the time comes, just have someone hang around nearby and let Zheng Qiang see him. He'll naturally have to take the blame. Once we sell him off, our mission will be accomplished."

The men remained bewildered, looking at each other, unable to grasp the complexities of the situation. Luo Hao, however, didn't explain further—they didn't know that the true order from above was simply this: no matter what, Ma Xin must be saved. As for Zheng Qiang, he was merely a pawn to be discarded at any moment.

Zheng Qiang stood in the shadows at the end of the corridor, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the contents of his pocket, his eyes fixed on the corner. When he saw the figures in plain clothes passing by, his heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood what to do. That was the agreed-upon signal, indicating that "their people" had arrived, and now it was time to act according to plan.

He took a deep breath, clenched his hands, and hurried to the conference room. Unbeknownst to him, at that moment, behind a pillar at the other end of the corridor, Zhang Shi was squinting at his back, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. Zhang Shi had long suspected something was amiss with Zheng Qiang; his recent actions had been suspicious. So, he had everyone in the conference room evacuated, and he himself, along with a few other team members, remained in the shadows, waiting for him to reveal his true intentions.

Zheng Qiang walked to the door of the conference room, raising one hand to push it open, his other hand already reaching for his waist—where a grenade was hidden. He had even imagined what would happen next: pull the fuse, throw it in, explode, and everything would be over. But just then, footsteps sounded behind him. Zhang Shi and his men approached, their voice calm but chilling, "Director Zheng, it's you."

Zheng Qiang froze, as if under a spell, and the grenade in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang". Fortunately, the safety pin was not pulled, so nothing serious happened. He turned around suddenly, his face drained of color, and his voice trembled: "You...you shouldn't be..."

Zhang Shi smiled, his eyes full of mockery. "Why, should we just sit there in the conference room and wait for you to throw a grenade and blow us up? Director Zheng, your calculations are so good that they can be heard from across the corridor."

Zheng Qiang wanted to say something, to argue, to struggle, but Zhang Shi winked at the team members and said, "Director Zheng, I'm sorry, but the evidence is irrefutable. We can only arrest you first."

Two team members immediately stepped forward and quickly restrained Zheng Qiang. Zheng Qiang knew resistance was futile, so he could only cooperate, his head hanging like a deflated ball. Zhang Shi still had Zheng Qiang searched thoroughly, fearing he might have other grenades or other dangerous goods. Only after confirming it was safe did he escort him away.