Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

Zhang Jie took a deep breath, the rage churning in his chest like ignited explosives, almost bursting from his throat. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the veins on his arms throbbed like struggling green worms. He forced himself to close his eyes, and when he opened them again, the rage in his eyes subsided slightly. His Adam's apple bobbed twice before he slowly revealed his plan. His voice was deep and resonant, like sand being ground against gravel, each word carrying an undeniable ruthlessness: "This is where you'll have to go. Find a way to invite He Feng to dinner, and say you're grateful for his 'care' during this time—after all, you were arrested and then released, so it's only right that you show some appreciation. Be sincere, humble, offer him a few drinks at the dinner table, make him happy, make him completely lower his guard, and think you're just a spineless coward."

He paused, licking his dry lips, a sinister glint in his eyes, like a hunter eyeing his prey: "Don't ask directly during the meal, that would be too obvious. Find out his schedule indirectly. For example, 'Director He, you're usually so busy, what time do you get off work?' 'Which direction does he live in, is it far? Do you need a driver?' That way, you can naturally find out when he leaves and which route he'll take. Once you figure that out, I'll handle the rest. I guarantee you won't get your hands dirty; you just need to arrange the meeting and put on a good show."

His eyes gleamed with a desperate glint, like a trapped beast cornered on the edge of a cliff. He knew that one step forward meant certain death, but he still had to bare his fangs and take this gamble. Now that things had come to this, the blood of his brothers could not be shed in vain. If the mission failed, they would die anyway. It would be better to take someone down with them and recoup some of the losses.

Jiang Hu initially wanted to refuse outright; it was far too risky. Who was He Feng? The head of the Public Security Bureau, more vigilant than anyone else. A slight misstep could lead to utter ruin. But before he could speak, Zhang Jie seemed to read his mind, suddenly taking a step closer, his shadow looming over Jiang Hu's face. His tone was blatantly threatening, like a viper's hiss: "Director Jiang, if you don't cooperate, I can't guarantee your family's safety, and your son who just started elementary school—the little guy with the blue backpack who buys candied hawthorns at the Experimental Elementary School every day."

These words were like a poisoned dagger, piercing Jiang Hu's most vulnerable spot. He abruptly looked up, his eyes blazing with fury, his chest heaving, his voice trembling: "Come at me if you want to do anything! Come at me if you dare! But you can't lay a hand on my child! He's just a child! He doesn't know anything! If you dare lay a finger on him, I'll risk my life to tear you to pieces and make you pay the price!"

Zhang Jie merely smiled contemptuously, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. He completely disregarded Jiang Hu's threat, treating him like a clown: "Fight to the death? You think you have the right to talk to me about fighting to the death now?" He patted Jiang Hu's shoulder, the force as heavy as a rock. "Remember, I'm giving you three days. Within three days, you must arrange to meet He Feng. The location and time must be finalized, preferably a restaurant near an old alley with few security cameras. If you can't get him to come out..." He deliberately dragged out his words, his eyes as cold as the wind from an ice cellar, "then I will definitely make your family taste what they've got. You should know that I, Zhang Jie, always keep my word and never go back on my word."

Jiang Hu was rendered speechless by Zhang Jie's confident demeanor, his heart filled with shock and anger, as if weighed down by a boulder, yet utterly helpless. He knew that a desperate man like Zhang Jie, once pushed to the limit, was capable of anything. After a long silence, his shoulders slowly slumped, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he said dejectedly, "Alright, I'll think of something." His voice was filled with desperate resignation, like a stagnant pool, no longer capable of stirring even the slightest ripple.

On the other side, Xiao Wang huddled in the dappled shadows of the street corner, his back pressed tightly against the cold wall. One hand gripped his phone tightly, while the other pressed against the wall for balance, his fingertips trembling slightly with tension. He lowered his voice, almost whispering as he called Zhao Lei: "Captain Zhao, we just saw Zhang Jie enter Jiang Hu's old building—the three-story building on the west side with its peeling paint. He's been inside for almost ten minutes, and there's been no movement. Should we move in now?"

Zhao Lei held the phone, his knuckles tapping lightly on the wood grain of the desk, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound. His brows furrowed slightly. "How many people are they over there?" he asked in a deep voice, his gaze falling on the terrain map spread out on the table, his fingertip pointing to the mark of "Jiang Hu's lair." "If it's just Zhang Jie, you guys move in immediately, flank them from both sides, don't give them a chance to react."

Xiao Wang glanced quickly at the entrance of the old building. The door was ajar, and he could see the dim light inside. He quickly pulled his head back and subconsciously shook his head—even though he knew the other person couldn't see him, he couldn't help but make the gesture: "Captain, it wasn't just one person. We counted clearly. There were four others who went in with Zhang Jie. They were all lean men, walking with a swagger, their waists bulging as if they were carrying weapons. They didn't look like men to mess with."

Zhao Lei was silent for a moment, the words of Director He's instructions from yesterday flashing through his mind, still ringing in his ears: "Zhang Jie and Jiang Hu have a long-standing collusion. Now that we've got Zhang Jie on our radar, he'll definitely go to Jiang Hu to discuss countermeasures. Keep an eye on them, don't rush into action. Wait until they've thoroughly discussed the core issues, laid out the evidence, and caught them red-handed before closing in. We must be absolutely certain, and not alert them or let any fish on this line slip through our fingers."

He sighed softly into the phone, his tone becoming calm: "Forget it, don't make any rash moves yet. Keep an eye on Jiang Hu's movements, keep a close watch on that building, don't miss either the front or back doors, and make sure they don't escape through any secret passages. As for Zhang Jie, don't worry about him, I have other arrangements, someone will follow him."

Xiao Wang nodded hurriedly, his bangs swaying with the movement: "Understood, Captain! I promise to keep a close eye on things!" After hanging up the phone, the irrepressible impulse was still churning inside him, but he knew that Captain Zhao's decision made sense—an order is an order, and there is no room for ambiguity.

He hurriedly ran towards the alley where Old Li was hiding, his footsteps making a soft "rustling" sound on the ground covered with fallen leaves. As soon as he turned the corner, he saw Old Li peeking halfway up his head towards the old building, his neck stretched out like an old goose. Seeing him return, he quickly turned around and asked in a low voice, "How did it go? Did the captain say we could move out? I just saw the lights on in the building, so I guessed they were talking."