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

His son, who loved playing with swords and spears since childhood, has now become a national hero. How could he not feel comforted?

Huang Li smiled gracefully, her eyes and brows radiating undisguised joy. She leaned close to her father's ear and whispered, "Dad, I told you Xiaopeng was a promising child, but you didn't believe me!"

Huang Dinghai nodded with satisfaction, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Ye Zi. Ye Zi was wearing a long red dress today, which made her skin look as white as snow and made her radiant. But at this moment, her beautiful face was full of worry, and her beautiful eyes were fixed on Huang Feipeng on the stage, as if she wanted to etch his image into her heart.

Huang Dinghai sighed softly. He knew what Ye Zi was worried about. The more dazzling Huang Feipeng was, the more jealousy he attracted. Those wolves and tigers lurking in the shadows were probably already sharpening their fangs, just waiting to pounce and tear a piece of flesh.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere at the Zhong family home was completely out of place with the festive occasion. Zhong Zhengguo sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, not uttering a word, his hands tightly gripping a teacup, his knuckles white. On the television, Huang Feipeng was giving his acceptance speech with great enthusiasm, each word like a heavy hammer, striking Zhong Zhengguo's heart.

"That Huang Feipeng is getting more and more outrageous!" Zhong Zhengguo slammed his teacup on the table, splashing tea everywhere, but it couldn't extinguish the anger in his heart. "He's provoking us, declaring war on us!"

Zhong Xiaoai sat to the side, watching everything coldly, a mocking smile curving her lips. "Dad, don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry over someone like him." Her tone was calm, yet carried a hint of sharpness. "He's just a lucky little scoundrel. He'll get his comeuppance sooner or later."

Zhong Zhengguo glanced at his daughter, hesitating to speak. He knew she was also upset, after all, she had defied all odds to choose Hou Liangping, the embodiment of "justice." But now, Hou Liangping was repeatedly hitting roadblocks in his career, while Huang Feipeng, whom they had once considered a thorn in their side, was rising rapidly in rank. This huge disparity was enough to break anyone's mental defenses.

Thinking of this, Zhong Zhengguo felt even more frustrated. He waved his hand and said weakly, "Alright, you should say less."

Meanwhile, inside the Zhao family villa, Zhao Shanhe was staring intently at the television screen, his eyes blazing with jealousy and rage. He grabbed a glass of red wine from the table and smashed it to the ground, the crimson liquid spreading across the floor like blood.

"Damn Huang Feipeng, why, why does he get everything!" Zhao Shanhe roared through gritted teeth, his handsome face contorted with rage. "Xiao Ai is mine, everything you have should be mine!"

He abruptly stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the distant lights with a sinister gaze, as if they were Huang Feipeng's technological empire. He vowed that one day he would trample Huang Feipeng underfoot and take everything from him, including Zhong Xiaoai's love!

After the awarding ceremony, Huang Feipeng was surrounded by a group of reporters. Flashbulbs went off incessantly, and microphones were practically poking him in the face.

"Mr. Huang, what were your reasons for deciding to develop an aircraft carrier?"

"Mr. Huang, what role do you think Great Xia should play in its future military development?"

"Mr. Huang, what would you like to say to those who are questioning you?"

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Facing this group of fierce reporters, Huang Feipeng showed no sign of panic. He maintained a confident smile and answered each question calmly and deliberately.

"I developed the aircraft carrier not for personal honor, nor to show off military power. I simply wanted to forge a sharp sword to safeguard peace for my motherland and my nation!"

"Great Xia loves peace, but it is never afraid of any challenge! We will unswervingly follow the path of peaceful development, but we also have the determination and capability to safeguard our national interests!"

"As for those who have raised doubts, I can only say that time will tell. I will prove them wrong with my actions!"

Huang Feipeng's voice was powerful and resounding. His words not only impressed the reporters present, but also reached thousands of households through television signals, reaching the ears of everyone who was watching the award ceremony.

In the crowd, Ye Zi looked at the spirited Huang Feipeng, and the worry in her eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of pride and arrogance.

Huang Feipeng's answer was impeccable yet full of power. He was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, revealing its brilliance, yet making people want to submit to it.

However, at that moment, a scream suddenly came from the crowd.

"Huang Feipeng, stop pretending! You're a hypocrite, a complete murderer! You deserve to die!"

"I'm going to rid the people of this scourge this time, you bastard."

A tall, stylishly dressed woman suddenly broke through the crowd and rushed towards Huang Feipeng. She was tightly gripping a fruit knife in her hand, the blade reflecting a dazzling cold light under the lamplight.

"Xiao Peng, watch out!"

Ye Zi exclaimed and tried to rush forward, but was stopped by the guards beside her.

Huang Feipeng also saw the woman. He frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He didn't remember when he had offended such a woman, but he also knew that now was not the time to think about these things.

Just as the woman was about to rush towards him, Huang Feipeng instinctively tried to dodge, but his body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

"Pfft!"

The sound of the blade piercing flesh was particularly jarring in the silent hall...

Outside the Great Hall of the People, the night was deep, with only a few streetlights casting a dim yellow glow. Huang Feipeng was enveloped in the joy of victory, completely unaware of the lurking danger in the shadows. He smiled and shook hands with the people who came to congratulate him, exchanging pleasantries and enjoying the glorious moment that belonged to a hero.

"Feipeng, watch out!"

A frantic shout pierced the night sky. Ye Zi had somehow rushed to Huang Feipeng's side and tackled him to the ground. The next second, a flash of cold light appeared, and a black dagger was deeply embedded in Huang Feipeng's left shoulder.

"what!"

Huang Feipeng groaned, the intense pain causing his vision to blur and him almost fainting. Warm liquid instantly stained his clothes, blooming into shocking bloodstains on his pristine white shirt.

"Xiao Peng!"

"Brother Feipeng!"

The sudden turn of events turned the once lively scene into chaos, with screams, roars, and footsteps all mixed together, like a pot of boiling porridge.