Official statement: Tongwei is dead! You chose Ruijin, didn't you?

Xiaolin quickly picked up his pen.

Zhou Zhengming said, enunciating each word clearly: "Hou Liangping refuses to admit to having any improper contact with the Liang family and continues to evade relevant facts. He is stubborn and resists the organization's investigation."

"Liangping! Why are you doing this to yourself!"

Old Liu finally couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his fist on the table in anguish.

Hou Liangping closed his eyes; he was well aware that he was jumping into an abyss.

But he couldn't admit that he had been used as a pawn by the Liang family.

Zhou Zhengming stood up, walked to Lao Liu's side, picked up the brown paper bag, and gently placed it in front of Hou Liangping.

"Since you've chosen this path, we respect your choice."

Hou Liangping suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the paper bag that was right in front of him. His blood seemed to freeze.

With trembling hands, he tore open the seal.

On the first page, the bold black characters of the title burned into his pupils like a red-hot branding iron.

**Divorce Agreement**

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Hou Liangping turned the pages one by one, his hands trembling slightly.

The division of property was clearly written down, and even several joint family debts that he was unaware of were listed in detail.

This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was a judgment that had been prepared long ago and was just waiting for his signature.

He turned to the last page, and in the signature section, the three characters "Zhong Xiaoai" were signed smoothly and without the slightest hesitation.

This signature, which he had seen countless times, appeared on his travel application form and on Valentine's Day notes.

Now, the same handwriting, slapped against his face, hurt him more than any document from the supervisory team.

Why didn't she come to see me in person?

Hou Liangping raised his head, his voice hoarse.

"Decent".

Old Liu uttered two words in a low voice, "She hopes this matter can be handled in a more dignified way."

"Decent?"

Hou Liangping laughed, a laugh more like a grimace. "I'm locked up here, barely human, and she sends me a divorce agreement. Is that what she calls 'dignity'?!"

Zhou Zhengming walked to the door, opened it, and looked back at him one last time, as if announcing something insignificant:

"I forgot to tell you, while we were talking, the supervisory team had already led a group to the old cadres' compound. If you don't speak up now, once they open their mouths, you won't even have the right to line up as a witness for the prosecution."

The door slammed shut.

In the room, only Hou Liangping and that cold divorce agreement remained.

He stared intently at the three characters "Zhong Xiaoai," and suddenly felt that these three characters were even more glaring and scorching than the red official seal on the double-regulation notice.

A few minutes later, staff came in to tidy up the table.

Hou Liangping grabbed the agreement and pressed it down.

"Leave this for me."

The staff member glanced at him and nodded: "Okay."

Hou Liangping looked up, his eyes vacant, and asked, "Could...could I have a pen?"

The staff member thought he wanted to sign something, so he took a pen out of his pocket and handed it to him.

Hou Liangping held the pen, his hand hovering above the signature bar of his name for a long, long time.

In the end, he did not sign.

He flipped the agreement to the back and, with all his might, wrote a line of words. The handwriting was crooked and messy, like the scribbles of a lost child.

"Xiao Ai, I'm not a bad person."

After he finished writing, he laughed first.

Laughter echoed in the empty room, weak and powerless, carrying an indescribable chill.

......

At this moment, in the old cadres' compound.

Three Toyota Coaster vans with ordinary license plates and one police escort vehicle did not sound a single siren.

It came to a steady stop in front of the Liang family's detached villa, which occupied an excellent feng shui location.

The car door opened, and Lei Ming, director of the First Discipline Inspection Office of the Central Supervision Group, was the first to get out of the car.

This veteran, known as the "Cold-Faced Yama" in Beijing's disciplinary inspection system, was wearing a dark jacket and had a cold, hard gaze.

Zhao Donglai followed closely behind.

"Director Lei, the front and back doors of the villa have been sealed off; not even a fly can get out."

Zhao Donglai reported in a low voice, the murderous aura of a long-time police officer faintly visible between his brows.

Lei Ming glanced at his watch, then nodded expressionlessly: "Let's go, let's deliver a wake-up call to the 'underground organization minister' of Handong."

The atmosphere in the Liang family's living room was heavy at this moment.

Liang Qunfeng was putting on airs and trying to give his two sons a pep talk.

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang abruptly, like a death knell.

The nanny jogged to open the door.

In less than ten seconds, she scrambled back, her face deathly pale, her voice trembling: "Leader...the police are here...and there are a lot of strangers following behind them..."

The teacup in Liang Wentao's hand crashed onto the mahogany coffee table with a "clang," splashing scalding tea all over the floor.

Liang Wenjie jumped up with a "whoosh," his legs shaking uncontrollably.

"What's the panic!"

Liang Qunfeng slammed his sandalwood cane down heavily, a fierce glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes. "The sky won't fall! I'd like to see who dares to act arrogantly in front of this old man!"

Before the words were even finished, Lei Ming and Zhao Donglai had already strode into the living room.

The accompanying supervisory team officers quickly occupied all entrances and exits of the living room.

Two high-definition law enforcement recorders lit up with red lights, the red light like a sniper rifle's aiming point, fixed firmly on the Liang father and son.

Lei Ming didn't look around or offer any insincere greetings.

He stood in the center of the living room, his posture ramrod straight, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Liang Qunfeng sat in the armchair without even lifting his buttocks.

He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a tone brimming with official authority: "Comrade Donglai, you barged into my house with so many people so early in the morning without even a greeting. What, has the security in Handong improved so much that the police have to come to retired cadres' homes to check their household registrations?"

Zhao Donglai smiled slightly, took a half step to the side, and gave up the main seat: "Elder Liang, I'm just running errands today. The ones who are really looking for you are the Central Supervision Group."

Lei Ming stepped forward and pulled a document stamped with a large red seal from his briefcase: "Comrade, let me introduce myself. This is Lei Ming from the First Discipline Inspection Office of the Central Joint Supervision Group. I'm not here to check your household registration today; I'm here to announce a decision."

He unfolded the document: "With the approval of the Central Joint Supervision Group, it has been decided to take 'shuanggui' (a form of internal party discipline) and detention measures against Liang Wentao, Secretary of the Political and Legal Committee of Handong Province, and Liang Wenjie, former Director of the Enforcement Bureau of the Provincial High Court, for suspected serious violations of discipline and law. Execution is to be carried out immediately!"

The moment the words "double regulation" were uttered, the air in the living room seemed to be sucked away.

Liang Wentao's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the sofa.

But having worked in the political and legal system for so many years, he instinctively began to argue: "Director Lei... are you mistaken? Even if you want to investigate me, it should be the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection that follows procedures! Your supervisory team is bypassing levels to arrest people; this is not in accordance with organizational procedures!"

Lei Ming didn't even lift an eyelid, his eyes full of mockery: "Liang Wentao, when you reached into the national treasury and laundered money through the foundation, why didn't you talk about procedures? As for jurisdiction, the National Supervisory Commission has already given clear approval, handling this as a special case. What you should be worrying about now isn't procedures, but how many years your messy accounts are enough to get you sentenced for!"

"That's enough!"

Liang Qunfeng finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He stood up shakily, his cloudy eyes wide open like copper bells, staring intently at Lei Ming.

"Director Lei, is that right? I have no problem with your supervisory team handling the case. But you're overreaching! You're implicating others!"

Liang Qunfeng gritted his teeth, "Without solid evidence, you directly stormed into the homes of veteran cadres and arrested them. Who gave you the authority?! I'm going to write to the Central Committee! I'm going to report your despicable act of political persecution to the old leaders!"

Faced with this heavy political label that could crush an ordinary cadre, Lei Ming not only did not back down, but instead took a step forward, his aura instantly overwhelming the old man opposite him.

"Old Liang, don't try to intimidate us with your old leadership. What are you still fantasizing about? Do you naively believe that we're standing here today on a whim?"

"By the way, let me tell you..."

Lei Ming leaned forward slightly and said in a voice only they could hear, "Sha Ruijin has confessed everything. Kong Lingpei has also confessed. Your 'stability maintenance' tricks are worthless in the face of absolute evidence."

Liang Qunfeng was struck dumb.

"You...you all..."

Liang Qunfeng's lips trembled violently.

"take away!"

Lei Ming, too lazy to waste any more words, gave the order.

Four fierce-looking discipline inspection cadres immediately stepped forward, one on each side, and clamped down on Liang Wentao and Liang Wenjie like pincers.

"Dad! Dad, please save me! I don't want to go in!"

Liang Wenjie completely broke down, his face covered in tears and snot, and he howled like a pig being slaughtered.

Liang Wentao was like a lump of mud, too weak to even walk, and was dragged out by two people.

Liang Qunfeng stared intently at his two sons being dragged away, his face drained of all color.

He suddenly swayed violently twice, clutched his chest tightly with both hands, and fell straight backward.

"Boss!" the nanny screamed.

"doctor!"

Zhao Donglai didn't even raise an eyebrow, and skillfully shouted a shout towards the door.

The provincial hospital's emergency team, which had been waiting outside, rushed in with a defibrillator and first-aid kit, as if they were on a stopwatch. They quickly put an oxygen mask on Liang Qunfeng and checked his heart rate.

Zhao Donglai looked at Liang Qunfeng, who was convulsing on the ground, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

This old man really did use the "On-site Heart Attack Fainting DLC".

"Director Lei, what do you think of this..."

Zhao Donglai turned to ask for instructions.

"Humanitarian aid must keep up."

Lei Ming stared expressionlessly at Liang Qunfeng on the ground. "It's normal for an old man to be unable to handle shocks. Have an ambulance take him directly to the provincial hospital, and send four people to guard the ICU entrance 24 hours a day. As long as he has a breath left, he needs to explain everything clearly."

Two minutes later, Liang Qunfeng was lifted onto the stretcher in the ambulance.

The gates of the Liang family villa were wide open.

On one side was an ambulance with its blue lights flashing, and on the other side was a disciplinary committee vehicle with tinted windows.

One headed towards the emergency room of the provincial hospital, the other towards the abyss of the provincial party committee's guesthouse.

Behind the curtains of many villas in the old cadres' compound, pairs of terrified eyes are hidden.

No one dared to speak out, and no one even dared to make a phone call to inquire.

But everyone knew perfectly well that the Liang family's privileged feast had been completely overturned today by the central supervisory team, tablecloth and bowls alike.