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

"No, impossible..." Hou Liangping let go and slumped weakly onto the sofa. Liang Lu's face kept flashing through his mind, constantly overlapping with the face of the blonde woman in front of him, almost driving him to the brink of collapse.

Seeing that Hou Liangping's emotions were gradually stabilizing, Ailiya moved closer to him again and said in a seductive voice, "Handsome, don't think about those unhappy things anymore. Come on, have a drink with me..."

Hou Liangping ignored Ailiya and gulped down a large mouthful of whiskey, trying to numb himself with alcohol and stop thinking about those painful memories.

"Are you looking for someone?" Aria suddenly asked.

Hou Liangping looked up at Ailiya with a puzzled expression.

“I know many Asians,” Aria whispered in Hou Liangping’s ear, her breath sweet as orchids. “If you’re looking for someone, I can help you…”

Looking at the alluring woman before him, Hou Liangping suddenly felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, she really could help him.

"I need your help..." Hou Liangping lowered his voice and told Ailiya about his plan.

A few days later, Hou Liangping appeared in front of the CIA headquarters building in the United States. He took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and strode inside with firm steps.

After undergoing a series of rigorous security checks and identity verifications, Hou Liangping was taken to a closed interrogation room. The room contained only a table and two chairs, was dimly lit, and had a tense atmosphere.

“Mr. Hou, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” A tall, white man sat across the table. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, had sharp eyes, and a playful smile on his lips.

“Mr. Smith, I think we can discuss a deal,” Hou Liangping said bluntly.

"Oh? What kind of deal?" Smith asked with interest.

"I know you've been keeping an eye on Huang Feipeng..." Hou Liangping paused, then lowered his voice, "I can provide you with all the information you need about him, including his trade secrets and his collusion with high-ranking officials in China..."

Smith's smile widened after hearing Hou Liangping's words. He knew he had caught a big fish.

“Mr. Hou, what do you want?” Smith asked.

“I need your protection,” Hou Liangping said without hesitation. “I need a new identity, a place where I can start my life anew…”

“Of course, none of that matters,” Smith said with a smile, “as long as you can provide valuable information…”

"I'll make you satisfied." A cold glint flashed in Hou Liangping's eyes. He pulled a USB drive from his pocket and placed it on the table. "Everything you want is on here..."

Smith picked up the USB drive and plugged it into the computer on the table. As the files were opened one by one, a look of surprise and excitement appeared on his face.

“Very good, Mr. Hou,” Smith closed his laptop, stood up, and extended his hand to Hou Liangping. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you!”

Hou Liangping stood up, shook hands with Smith, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

After reaching an agreement with Smith, Hou Liangping didn't feel the relief he had imagined. Instead, a huge weight pressed on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He knew he was dealing with a tiger; the American intelligence agencies were no saints, and they could turn on him faster than flipping a book. But he had no way out. To bring down Huang Feipeng, he had no choice but to trust this devil.

Smith handed a miniature listening device to Hou Liangping. "This is the latest type of listening device. It's small, has a strong signal, and is not easy to detect. If we put it in Huang Feipeng's office or residence, we can monitor his every move."

Hou Liangping took the bugging device, his fingers feeling the coldness of the metal as if he were holding a red-hot branding iron. "I'll find a chance to put it away safely."

Smith patted Hou Liangping on the shoulder. "Very good, I believe you will surprise us. Remember, we only want Huang Feipeng's criminal evidence; we are not interested in anything else."

Leaving CIA headquarters, Hou Liangping looked up at the gloomy sky, a chill running from his feet to his heart. He didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong, but there was no turning back.

Back at the hotel, Hou Liangping dialed his wife's number. "Hello, Xiao Ai, it's me..."

An impatient voice came from the other end of the phone, "You finally know how to call back? What, have you had enough of having fun outside?"

"Xiao Ai, how could you say that? I..."

"What did I do wrong? Did I say something wrong? You abandoned your home for that guy surnamed Huang, and you still have the nerve to come back?"

"Xiao Ai, let me explain, it's not what you think..."

"Enough! I don't want to hear your explanations, all I want now is a divorce!"

"Divorce? Xiao Ai, calm down, we..."

"Dududu..."

A busy tone came from the other end of the phone. Hou Liangping helplessly put down his phone, as if the whole world had abandoned him. He knew he had lost everything—family, career, friends. Now, all he had left was revenge. Only by bringing Huang Feipeng to justice could he atone for the mistakes he had made.

"Huang Feipeng, you just wait, I will make you pay the price!" Hou Liangping said through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with flames of hatred.

Meanwhile, Huang Feipeng sat in his office, looking at the report in his hand, his brow furrowed. The report, sent by Li Ying, concerned the recent activities of the American intelligence agency.

"What are those American devils trying to do? Are they targeting us too?" Chang Long asked, standing behind Huang Feipeng and looking at the report.

"Hmph, they've wanted to make a move against us for a long time, they just haven't found an excuse yet." Huang Feipeng sneered. "Looks like we'd better be careful."

"Brother Peng, should I send someone to investigate and see what those American devils are up to?" Chang Long asked.

"No need, it's not the time to alert them yet." Huang Feipeng waved his hand. "We just need to strengthen our defenses and not leave them any leverage."

"But..."

“There are no buts. Remember, what we need to do now is to develop and strengthen ourselves. Only when we are strong enough can we face any challenge without fear!” A glint flashed in Huang Feipeng’s eyes. “Go and call Ye Zi. I have something to discuss with her.”

"Yes!" Chang Long accepted the order and left.

A moment later, Ye Zi pushed open the door and entered. "Brother Peng, you were looking for me?"

"Hmm, sit down." Huang Feipeng pointed to the sofa opposite him. "I just received news that the American devils seem to have their eyes on us."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zi's expression changed. "What's going on?"