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

Throughout the journey, Huang Feipeng's face was terribly grim, Ye Zi's words kept replaying in his mind: "Chang Long... he was stabbed..."

Chang Long, one of the Five Tigers of the capital, had his right-hand man cut off?!

This is not only a provocation against Chang Long, but also a blatant provocation against Huang Feipeng!

Who is it?

Zhao Shanhe?

No, it's impossible.

Although Zhao Shanhe was arrogant and domineering, he didn't have the guts or the ability to back it up.

There are only a handful of people in the entire capital who can touch Chang Long, and the fact that the other party dares to provoke him shows that he is fearless.

Could it be...

A name flashed through Huang Feipeng's mind, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

No, it can't be him.

He hasn't shown up for a long time, and he shouldn't have any reason to attack me.

If it wasn't him, then who could it be?

Huang Feipeng fell into deep thought, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his knees as he rapidly analyzed various possibilities in his mind.

The black Audi A8 sped through the night and finally stopped in front of the emergency building of the city's central hospital.

Huang Feipeng pushed open the car door, strode into the hospital, and headed straight for the emergency room.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw Ye Zi pacing anxiously back and forth in the corridor. Her exquisite makeup could not hide the worry and exhaustion on her face.

"Ye Zi, how is Chang Long?" Huang Feipeng walked quickly to Ye Zi and asked anxiously.

When Ye Zi saw Huang Feipeng, it was as if she had found her pillar of support. Her eyes instantly reddened, and she said in a choked voice, "Feipeng, you've finally come. Chang Long... he..."

"Don't rush, tell me slowly." Huang Feipeng gently put his arm around Ye Zi's shoulder and comforted her softly, while his gaze swept over the emergency room behind her and his brows furrowed slightly.

The emergency room door was tightly closed, and it was eerily quiet inside, with not a sound in sight, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

"Chang Long... he was stabbed more than a dozen times and is still being treated..." Ye Zi finally couldn't help but cry out, tears streaming down her cheeks like broken pearls.

"More than a dozen cuts?" Huang Feipeng's pupils suddenly contracted, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "Who did this?"

The black Audi A8 sped along, its sharp brakes screech jarringly echoing in the quiet hospital entrance. Huang Feipeng practically jumped out of the car, radiating a chilling aura, and strode into the hospital.

"Ye Zi, where is Chang Long?" Huang Feipeng grabbed Ye Zi's shoulder and asked urgently. His voice was low and hoarse, like the calm before a storm, sending chills down one's spine.

Ye Zi was startled by his appearance and said with tears streaming down her face, "In...in the emergency room..."

Huang Feipeng looked in the direction Ye Zi was pointing. The emergency room light was still on, the red glow silently conveying the urgency of the situation inside. He strode to the emergency room door, grabbed a passing nurse, and asked urgently, "How is the person inside?"

The nurse was startled by his fierce gaze and stammered, "The patient... the patient's injuries are very serious, and he's still being resuscitated..."

"Are the injuries serious?" Huang Feipeng repeated in a low voice, a barely perceptible tremor in his tone. He released the nurse, leaned weakly against the wall, his hands clenched into fists, knuckles white.

Ye Zi walked to his side, gently took his hand, and said, choking back tears, "Fei Peng, Chang Long... he was stabbed more than a dozen times, and he's still being treated..."

"More than a dozen cuts?" Huang Feipeng's pupils suddenly contracted, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "Who did this?"

“I…I don’t know…” Ye Zi shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks like broken pearls. “Chang Long…he was supposed to be negotiating a business deal this afternoon, but…he was ambushed…those people were too ruthless, Chang Long…he didn’t even have a chance to fight back…”

Huang Feipeng didn't speak, but gripped Ye Zi's hand tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. His gaze was cold and sharp, like a drawn sword, ready to tear everything in front of him apart.

"Feipeng, you...you're scaring me..." Ye Zi was startled by the murderous intent in his eyes and said in a trembling voice.

Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger, and slowly said, "Don't worry, Chang Long will be fine. I will definitely find out the truth and tear those murderers to pieces!"

His voice was deep and firm, carrying an irresistible air of authority. Ye Zi looked up at the man before her, and a strange sense of security suddenly welled up inside her.

Just then, the emergency room door suddenly opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked out.

"Doctor, how is the patient?" Huang Feipeng and Ye Zi rushed over and asked anxiously.

The doctor removed his mask and said wearily, "The patient has lost too much blood, and his condition is very dangerous. We have done everything we can..."

"What do you mean 'we've done our best'?" Huang Feipeng grabbed the doctor's collar and roared, "I don't care what methods you use, you have to save this person! Otherwise, I'll make your entire hospital pay with its life!"

The doctor's face turned deathly pale. He stammered, "Mr. Huang...we really did everything we could...the patient...he has already..."

"What has he already done?" Huang Feipeng roared, "Explain yourself clearly!"

The doctor took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "The patient...the patient stopped breathing five minutes ago..."

"No...impossible..." Upon hearing these words, Ye Zi collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

Huang Feipeng's body swayed violently, as if struck by lightning. He released the doctor's collar, staggered back a few steps, and slumped into a chair, staring blankly ahead.

Chang Long... is dead?

"No...it's impossible..." Upon hearing the doctor's announcement of Chang Long's death, Ye Zi collapsed to the ground, as if all the strength had been drained from her body. Tears streamed down her face, quickly soaking her delicate makeup and leaving two tear streaks on her pale cheeks. She wanted to say something, but her throat felt blocked, and she could only let out suppressed sobs, like a wounded little animal.

Huang Feipeng's face was even more ashen than Ye Zi's, as if he had been punched hard, his entire body drained of color. He released the doctor's collar, staggered back a few steps, and slumped into a chair, his eyes staring blankly at the stark white wall. Chang Long, the brother who had followed him through thick and thin, the man who had chosen to stay with him even in his darkest hour, was he really dead?

He couldn't accept this fact, and his mind kept replaying every moment he spent with Chang Long: Chang Long's carefree smile when they first met, Chang Long's unwavering back when they fought side by side, Chang Long's hearty toast at the victory banquet... Those images seemed to be engraved in his mind, so clear that they made his heart ache.