The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

The capital city, the heart of the country and the center of intertwined power, is far more complex and ruthless than it appears on the surface.

"What's wrong? Are you still thinking about what just happened?" Ye Zi walked up behind him, gently wrapped her arms around his waist, and asked softly.

Huang Feipeng took her hand in return, kissed it, and said with a hint of self-mockery, "I originally thought that as long as I was wholeheartedly devoted to the country, I could gain their understanding and support. Ironically, in the end, they treated me as a thorn in their side, a thorn in their flesh, and wished they could get rid of me as soon as possible."

"You're just too idealistic," Ye Zi said, gently stroking his cheek with a hint of heartache in her voice. "In this world, there is never absolute justice, only eternal interests. You've taken away their interests, so of course they'll join forces against you."

Huang Feipeng turned around and pulled Ye Zi into his arms, his tone firm: "Don't worry, I won't let them succeed. I'll let them know that I, Huang Feipeng, am not someone they can easily manipulate!"

Ye Zi didn't speak, but buried her head in his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat. She knew a storm was about to break.

Huang Feipeng picked up his phone and dialed a series of numbers. He was contacting none other than his "old friends" in the capital—the Five Tigers of the Capital.

"Hey, Brother Long, it's me, Huang Feipeng. I need you to help me investigate someone..."

"Tiger, bring the brothers and come to my place. Someone's trying to mess with me..."

"Brother Leopard, do me a favor..."

"Hawkeye, help me check something..."

"Brother Xiong, help me spread a word..."

Every phone call was an order, and every order carried the force of thunder. As he made each call, an invisible net was quietly being cast across the capital.

At this moment, in a luxurious villa on the outskirts of the capital, Zhao Long was embracing two scantily clad beauties, smoking and listening to his subordinates' reports.

"Brother Long, we've found out. The person who led the arrest of Boss Huang was Li Ming, the director of the Imperial City Police Department. And the person behind him is..."

Zhao Long suddenly stood up, slammed his cigar into the ashtray, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes: "Damn it, just because I haven't shown my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover! If he dares to mess with my brother, he's got a death wish!"

Meanwhile, Wang Hu was leading a large group of men, heading towards Huang Feipeng's factory. Wang Hu was nearly two meters tall, with a muscular build, a menacing face, and fierce eyes; he was clearly no pushover. As he drove, he ordered his men, "You all better be damned! Anyone who dares to lay a finger on Boss Huang will be sending him to meet the King of Hell!"

On the top floor of a skyscraper in the financial center of the capital, Sun Bao stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire city. He wore a well-tailored suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he wore a gentle smile. But those who knew him well knew that beneath this refined exterior lay a ruthless and decisive heart.

"Li Ming, Hou Liangping, the Zhong family..." He muttered these names to himself, a cold smile curving his lips. "Since you want to play, then I'll play along!"

At the same time, Li Ying was sitting in front of his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard. On his computer screen, code poured down like a waterfall, displaying the internal network structure of the Imperial City Police Department.

Huang Feipeng hung up the phone. The factory was silent, save for Li Ming's heavy breathing. Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped his throat. The "Five Tigers of the Capital"—in the capital, these words meant immense power and ruthless methods. He had no doubt that with a single word from Huang Feipeng, he could vanish from the face of the earth.

"President Huang, I was wrong, I was really wrong! I was deceived by that guy Hou Liangping. He promised me that he would help me get a better position after the job was done, and that's why I was so blinded by greed and agreed to help him!" Li Ming begged for forgiveness incoherently, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and leaving two clear streaks on his greasy face.

Huang Feipeng smiled coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes. The world is full of self-righteous fools like this, who dare to take risks for a little bit of profit, and will eventually become someone else's pawn, manipulated at will.

"Qi Tongwei, Cheng Du, I'm leaving this to you. Remember, I want it to be clean and efficient, without leaving any loose ends." Huang Feipeng didn't even glance at Li Ming before turning and walking towards the door.

"Yes, young master!" Qi Tongwei and Cheng Du replied in unison, their tone laced with ruthlessness. Having followed Huang Feipeng for so many years, they naturally understood his meaning. The young master never showed mercy to enemies, let alone those who dared to betray him.

Upon hearing Huang Feipeng's words, Li Ming's face turned ashen. He knew he was finished, completely finished.

Huang Feipeng stepped out of the factory, took a deep breath of the cool night air, and his suppressed emotions calmed down slightly. He knew this was just the calm before the storm; the real battle had only just begun. Zhong family, Hou Liangping, since you want to play, then I'll play along!

On the other side, Hou Liangping anxiously awaited news from Li Ming. He kept glancing at his phone, but the message he wanted never came. An ominous premonition welled up in his heart; he vaguely felt that things weren't going as smoothly as he had imagined.

"Damn it, what's wrong with Li Ming? It's been so long and there's still no news!" Hou Liangping slammed his phone on the table in frustration, stood up abruptly, and paced back and forth in the room.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Zhong Xiaoai put down the documents in her hand and looked up to ask.

"It seems something's happened to Li Ming," Hou Liangping said with a furrowed brow and a grave tone.

"Something happened? What could possibly happen? It's just Huang Feipeng, right? Does he dare to rebel?" Zhong Xiaoai said dismissively. In the capital, no one dared to disrespect the Zhong family, let alone Huang Feipeng, this "washed-up" heir.

"It's better to be safe than sorry. I always feel that Huang Feipeng is not as simple as we think." Hou Liangping shook his head, the unease in his heart growing stronger.

"Alright, stop scaring yourself. I've already made arrangements. Tomorrow morning, someone will expose Huang Feipeng's crimes in the media. Let's see how he can make a comeback then!" Zhong Xiaoai said confidently, as if everything was under her control.

However, they were unaware that while they were talking, a storm was quietly approaching...