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

Zhao Tianxiong was stunned. He hadn't expected Ye Zi to be so tough, and he was caught in a dilemma.

The veins on Zhao Tianxiong's forehead throbbed. He had lived most of his life and had never been threatened like this before, let alone by a mere young girl! But unfortunately, the other party was from the Ye family, and he couldn't afford to offend her.

Just then, the roar of an engine grew louder as a black Hongqi sedan sped towards them like an arrow, screeching to a halt in front of them. The door opened, and a tall, imposing man in a black trench coat stepped out. His face was stern, his eyes sharp, and he exuded a powerful aura that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Ye Zi smiled. She released Zhao Shanhe, quickly walked to the man's side, affectionately took his arm, and said coquettishly, "Brother Peng, why did you take so long to come? I've already been bullied."

The newcomer was Huang Feipeng. He patted Ye Zi's hand, signaling her to calm down, then turned his gaze to Zhao Tianxiong and said indifferently, "President Zhao, how dare you touch my people?"

When Zhao Tianxiong saw Huang Feipeng, his face immediately turned even uglier. He naturally recognized the man in front of him—a rising star in the capital, a ruthless figure with connections in both the military and political circles. He couldn't afford to offend him, nor could he avoid him.

"Mr. Huang...it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!" Zhao Tianxiong forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, pointed at Zhao Shanhe who was still struggling on the ground, and explained, "My good-for-nothing son is ignorant and offended Miss Ye. I apologize to you on his behalf."

Huang Feipeng ignored his explanation, simply staring at him coldly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, as if he could see through all his pretenses. Under his gaze, Zhao Tianxiong felt as if he had been stripped naked, with nowhere to hide. He could only stand there awkwardly, not daring to even breathe.

"Brother Peng, what do you think we should do about this?" Ye Zi added fuel to the fire, "He was quite frightened today."

Huang Feipeng smiled faintly, reached out and gently stroked Ye Zi's hair, and said in a doting tone, "Don't worry, I won't let my woman suffer in vain."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Zhao Tianxiong and said in an icy tone, "Mr. Zhao, I can let this matter go, but you'd better keep an eye on your son. If there's a next time, I won't be so lenient."

After saying that, he ignored Zhao Tianxiong, put his arm around Ye Zi, turned around and left. Chang Long and the others followed closely behind. The group quickly disappeared into the night, leaving only Zhao Tianxiong and his son and a group of bodyguards looking at each other in bewilderment.

Zhao Shanhe got up from the ground, watching Huang Feipeng and the others' retreating figures, his eyes filled with resentment. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Huang Feipeng, you just wait, I will definitely avenge this!"

Zhao Tianxiong's face turned ashen. He grabbed his son and hissed, "Shut up! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

He knew perfectly well that the Zhao family was in the wrong this time, and they could only swallow their anger. Who was Huang Feipeng? He was someone even his father treated with deference; how could he, a junior, dare to cause him trouble?

"Dad, are we just going to let this go like this?" Zhao Shanhe said unwillingly. "I can't swallow this!"

"You have to swallow it whether you like it or not!" Zhao Tianxiong said angrily. "Don't you even know who you are? How dare you provoke Huang Feipeng? Do you think our Zhao family is living too comfortably?"

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at his son, then turned and walked into the villa.

Back in his study, Zhao Tianxiong lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and his face was terribly grim. He knew that although the matter seemed to have passed on the surface, Huang Feipeng would definitely not let it go. He had to make plans as soon as possible, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Someone come here!" Zhao Tianxiong shouted in a deep voice.

A bodyguard in black pushed open the door and entered, respectfully asking, "Sir, what are your orders?"

"Go, find out for me what Huang Feipeng has been doing lately? Who's around him? I need to know everything about him!" A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Tianxiong's eyes. He decided to find out Huang Feipeng's background before making any plans.

"Yes, sir!" The bodyguard in black acknowledged the order and left.

Zhao Tianxiong sat in the chair, his eyes flickering uncertainly. He didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong, but he knew he had no way out. He could only grit his teeth and keep going, even if there was an abyss ahead...

After the bodyguard in black left, the study was filled with smoke. Zhao Tianxiong irritably loosened his tie, but felt increasingly suffocated. He walked to the window, abruptly pulled back the curtains. The dazzling night view of the capital city could not illuminate his gloomy heart.

"Huang Feipeng..." He gritted his teeth as he uttered the name, as if he were chewing on a fishbone that was hard to swallow, stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it down.

Zhao Tianxiong knew his son's character all too well; to put it nicely, he was a spoiled brat; to put it bluntly, he was a good-for-nothing who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. Although Zhao Shanhe had seemingly provoked him first, Zhao Tianxiong knew in his heart that Huang Feipeng was no saint; that casual remark was merely the calm before the storm.

"Master, Madam requests your presence in the bedroom," a servant said respectfully, gently knocking on the study door.

"Okay." Zhao Tianxiong rubbed his temples, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and then got up and went to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Madam Zhao was sitting in front of her dressing table removing her makeup. Her exquisite makeup could not hide the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. Time had indeed left its mark on this face that had once outshone all others.

"Have you heard about what happened to Shanhe?" Madam Zhao asked without turning her head, her tone calm and revealing no emotion.

"Hmm." Zhao Tianxiong walked behind her and gently put his arm around her shoulder. "I've already sent people to investigate Huang Feipeng's background. We can't let this matter go like this."

Madam Zhao put down the makeup remover pad in her hand, turned to look at her husband, and said sharply, "What do you want to do? Don't forget, Huang Feipeng is not someone we can easily mess with."

“I know, that’s why I need to find out his background first,” Zhao Tianxiong said in a deep voice. “I don’t believe that Huang Feipeng really has no weaknesses at all.”

After a moment of silence, Madam Zhao said softly, "I heard that Huang Feipeng recently started some kind of technology company in the capital, and it's making quite a splash. Perhaps you could start from there."

"A technology company?" Zhao Tianxiong raised an eyebrow. "What kind of company?"

"I don't know the specifics either, but it seems to be something like 'future technology,' and they're talking about developing some kind of high-tech weapon," Madam Zhao said casually. "These are just rumors, and their veracity remains to be verified."