Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

He Feng sat behind his desk, his fingertips rubbing against the surface repeatedly, his face gloomy as if it were about to rain. His heart felt like a ball of wet cotton, stuffy and heavy, and he really didn't know how to express this clearly. He took a deep breath, finally raised his eyes to look at Zhao Lei and Ma Xin in front of him, and said in a voice filled with suppressed fatigue: "The traitor in the Public Security Bureau has been found."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei leaped from his chair as if scalded by fire. Anger instantly flared in his eyes, and the veins in his forehead throbbed. He realized almost immediately that Deputy Director Zheng was most likely interrogating that bastard. He took a half-step forward and demanded urgently, "Director, who is this? This son of a bitch has cost us countless officers and ruined countless cases! He must be severely punished. No mercy!"

After all, this spy had been hiding in the shadows for too long. Several times, the operation had leaked out just as it was being planned, causing great losses to the Public Security Bureau, with three brothers sacrificed alone. The three people in the bureau were filled with hatred when they mentioned this traitor, and they wanted to pull him out and cut him into pieces immediately.

He Feng glanced at Zhao Lei, his eyes etched with a certain solemnity, but he remained silent. Seeing this, Zhao Lei realized he had lost his composure and sat back in his chair in a huff, his hands still clenched tightly, his knuckles crackling, clearly still simmering with anger.

Ma Xin sat on the sofa beside him, with just the right look of worry on his face, his brows slightly furrowed, and he echoed, "How could this happen... It's really unexpected." But a barely perceptible smugness flashed across his eyes, like a stone thrown into a lake, disappearing in a flash, and impossible to detect without careful observation.

He Feng hesitated to reveal the mole's name because he wanted to gauge the reactions of the two men in the office. He had previously deliberately circumvented the bureau's spies and quietly protected Zheng Qiang's wife and daughter, ensuring their safety. Zheng Qiang finally relented, sporadically revealing some clues. Zheng Qiang recalled that the man who had been threatening him was about the same height as an average man, around 1.75 meters, but his voice had an unnaturally soft, almost artificial tone.

At the time, He Feng didn't think much of it, figuring that voices could be easily altered with tools like voice changers, but height couldn't be faked. Ma Xin, less than 1.6 meters tall and slender, didn't fit the description at all, so he subconsciously ruled her out. Little did he know that this seemingly reasonable oversight would become his biggest regret later on.

He slowly scanned the office, knowing that the scope was still too large - Zheng Qiang himself was not short, and according to his description of height, except for Zhao Lei (Zhao Lei was 1.9 meters tall and strong) and Ma Xin, whose heights were obviously inconsistent, the other key members of the bureau basically matched his description.

After a moment's silence, He Feng seemed to have made up his mind and slowly spoke, "I've found out it's Zheng Qiang. He's been detained, but I'm not going to make this public. I'll handle it internally first."

The people below instantly understood what he meant—if this scandal of a mole inside the bureau were to get out, it would not only shake the morale of the brothers in the bureau, but would also make the criminals outside laugh at the Public Security Bureau, making them think it was nothing special. Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment, then he grumbled a heavy "hmm," lowered his head, and stopped talking. His face was even worse than before, and his lips were pressed into a straight line.

He Feng felt like a heavy stone was weighing down his heart, making him unable to breathe. He looked at Zhao Lei and said gravely, "Please arrange to go to Zheng Qiang's house in person and take his wife and daughter to a safe house in the suburbs. Send a few more people to guard them. After all, this has nothing to do with the children. We can't let them suffer retaliation because of Zheng Qiang's mistake."

Zhao Lei nodded emphatically, his voice a little hoarse, "Don't worry, Director, I'll do it right away." Whatever Zheng Qiang had done wrong, the mother and daughter were innocent, especially the elementary school-age child. He couldn't let them suffer with him. He stood up and walked out with heavy steps, feeling a mixture of emotions—after all, Zheng Qiang had been his senior.

He Feng stood in the center of the conference room, his eyes sweeping over everyone in the room. He said solemnly, "Today's matter is of great importance. Remember, not a single word can be leaked, especially not to irrelevant personnel, who must not know the specific details. Do you understand?"

Everyone in the audience nodded in unison, their faces solemn. Those who could sit here were all core members of the bureau, and naturally understood the gravity of this matter. "Don't worry, Director. We know our limits," someone replied in a deep voice.

He Feng waved his hand: "Alright, let's adjourn the meeting and go back to our respective duties."

Everyone stood up and left, their footsteps fading away in the corridor. The door to the conference room was gently closed, leaving only He Feng and Ma Xin.

He Feng turned around and looked at Ma Xin who was still sitting in the same seat, a little surprised: "Why didn't you leave?"

Ma Xin raised her head, worry in her eyes. "He Feng, I know you're feeling bad..." She paused, then changed the subject. "But I still want to ask, Scar's gang has a lot of weapons in their hands. Are we just going to let it go? Those guys are too dangerous for ordinary people. I heard they have heavy weapons."

He Feng walked to the window, looking out at the dusk, his voice calmer. "The higher-ups have already sent someone to handle that matter. Scar's gang was wiped out this morning." He turned his head to look at Ma Xin. "Actually, this plan is half to lure out the traitor, and the other half is to follow the clues and completely eliminate Scar, this cancer."

He didn't say the rest, but Ma Xin understood instantly—for the higher-ups to intervene directly, this matter clearly meant something quite serious. She nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He Feng looked at her and said, "Okay, you've been busy all day, go and have a rest first."

Ma Xin wanted to say something, moved his lips, and finally stood up: "Then you should go to bed early too." After that, he closed the door gently and left.

The conference room fell completely silent. He Feng rubbed his brows and turned to walk towards the detention room.

Zheng Qiang sat on the cold iron chair with his hair a little messy. When he saw He Feng come in, he slowly raised his head. The sharpness in his eyes was gone, and only fatigue remained.

"Brother Zheng," He Feng stood in front of him, his voice lowered, "Scar's case has been dealt with. I've had your wife and daughter brought out and temporarily placed in a safe place. We'll make plans once the storm has passed."

Zheng Qiang gave a wry smile, his voice hoarse, "He Feng, I know I was wrong... but now it's too late to say anything, and there's no turning back." He looked at He Feng, a hint of melancholy in his eyes, "To be honest, I quite miss the days when I worked on cases with you."

He Feng was silent for a moment, then asked, "Brother Zheng, at this point, don't you have anything else to say? For example... who is behind this?"