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

"Of course it's true." Huang Feipeng chuckled and playfully pinched her nose. "Don't you know what kind of man yours is? A bunch of chickens and dogs, do you think they're worthy of my attention?"

"Hmph, you're just talking big." Ye Zi gave him a playful glare, but her heart was filled with sweetness. She knew that Huang Feipeng would never show weakness in front of her; he was always so confident and strong, as if he could withstand anything, even if the sky were to fall.

"Alright, stop overthinking." Huang Feipeng lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "It's getting late, let me take you home."

"Okay." Ye Zi nodded obediently, letting Huang Feipeng lead her out of the office.

……

After seeing Ye Zi off, the gentleness on Huang Feipeng's face vanished instantly, replaced by coldness and a chilling aura. He returned to his desk, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello, it's me. Help me check on Zhao Shanhe's recent movements. Also, notify Chang Long to come see me."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Feipeng closed his eyes, his mind racing as he considered countermeasures. Zhao Shanhe's provocation this time was definitely premeditated; he must have others supporting him, possibly even Zhong Zhengguo. It seemed he had to strike first, teach these people a lesson, and let them know that Huang Feipeng was not someone to be trifled with!

……

As night falls, the most luxurious nightclub in the capital, "Heaven on Earth," is a scene of dazzling lights, intoxicating revelry, and decadent indulgence. Scantily clad beauties sway their bodies on the dance floor, while impeccably dressed men and women chat and laugh, holding glasses of wine, as if this were paradise on earth.

In the most luxurious private room on the top floor, Huang Feipeng sat on the sofa, a glass of red wine in his hand, gazing intently at the flashing neon lights outside the window. Opposite him sat a tall, stern-faced man, none other than Chang Long, one of the Five Tigers of the Capital.

"Brother Long, there hasn't been much activity in the capital's underworld lately, has there?" Huang Feipeng asked casually, taking a sip of red wine.

"Don't worry, Brother Peng, everything is under my control," Chang Long said respectfully. "Since what happened last time, those fools have learned their lesson and no one dares to mess with you anymore."

"That's good." Huang Feipeng nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "However, things might not be peaceful lately. Some clowns are trying to stir up trouble, and I need you to help me deal with them."

"Brother Peng, just give the orders. My life is yours. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west!" Chang Long patted his chest and promised.

“Very well.” Huang Feipeng’s lips curled into a cold smile. “I need you…”

He lowered his voice and whispered a few words to Chang Long. Chang Long's expression gradually became serious, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Don't worry, Brother Peng, I guarantee I'll handle this perfectly and won't let you down!" Chang Long said firmly.

"Hmm." Huang Feipeng nodded in satisfaction. "Remember, I want absolute certainty, understand?"

"understand!"

“Absolutely foolproof,” Huang Feipeng toyed with the wine glass in his hand, the scarlet liquid swirling in the crystal glass, just like his current mood—calm on the surface, but turbulent beneath. “What I want is for Zhao Shanhe to be utterly disgraced; I want him to be unable to make a living in the capital!”

"Brother Peng, what are you planning to do?" A glint of excitement flashed in Chang Long's eyes, like a wild beast that had caught the scent of blood. He loved this kind of challenge the most, as it allowed him to unleash his inner wildness.

"Isn't Zhao Shanhe involved in some new energy vehicle project lately? He claims he's going to build the 'Tesla' of Daxia," Huang Feipeng sneered. "You keep a close eye on this project and find a way to sabotage it! I'll make Zhao Shanhe lose everything and beg me on his knees!"

"Brother Peng, isn't this letting him off too easily?" Chang Long licked his lips, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "How about I find someone..."

"No need!" Huang Feipeng waved his hand to interrupt him. "What I want is for him to repeatedly teeter on the edge of the rules, for him to taste the bitterness of despair, not to kill him outright! Remember, I want him to suffer a fate worse than death!"

"Understood, Brother Peng. I promise I'll make him regret ever being born!" A cruel glint flashed in Chang Long's eyes.

"Go ahead," Huang Feipeng waved his hand, and Chang Long bowed and left the private room.

The door to the private room closed again, and Huang Feipeng sat alone on the sofa, his eyes flashing with a cold light. Zhao Shanhe, Zhong Zhengguo, do you really think I, Huang Feipeng, am easy to bully? Since you want to play, then I'll play along!

……

The next day, Zhao Shanhe's new energy vehicle project dominated the headlines of major media outlets in Beijing. Standing confidently on the stage of the press conference, Zhao Shanhe spoke eloquently about his "car-making dream," as if he were already the next "Elon Musk."

However, halfway through the press conference, the large screen in the venue suddenly went black, and then a shocking video began to play. The video showed Zhao Shanhe's "intimate interactions" with several female celebrities; the explicit and graphic content left everyone present utterly stunned.

"This...how is this possible?" Zhao Shanhe's face turned pale, and he trembled as he stared at the scene on the big screen. He knew that he was finished, completely finished.

Before he could react, the door to the venue was suddenly kicked open, and a group of uniformed police officers filed in, led by Hou Liangping.

"Zhao Shanhe, you are suspected of violating laws and regulations. We are now arresting you in accordance with the law!" Hou Liangping walked up to Zhao Shanhe expressionlessly and showed him the arrest warrant.

"No! This isn't true! I didn't! It's Huang Feipeng, it must be Huang Feipeng framing me!" Zhao Shanhe struggled frantically, trying to break free from the police's control, but all his efforts were in vain.

"Take him away!" Hou Liangping ordered, and several policemen forcibly took Zhao Shanhe away from the venue.

The press conference was chaotic, with reporters frantically pressing their shutters, flashes going off one after another, forever capturing this scene in the annals of history.

……

Meanwhile, Huang Feipeng was sitting in his office, leisurely sipping fragrant tea, watching the live broadcast of Zhao Shanhe's arrest on television, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Zhao Shanhe, this is just the beginning. The real show is yet to come!"

Huang Feipeng took a sip of tea, its aroma filling the air, yet unable to conceal the chill emanating from him. On the television screen, Zhao Shanhe was still desperately shouting his innocence, his pathetic display pleasing Huang Feipeng, whose smile deepened.

"A clown." He spat out the four words with contempt, as if Zhao Shanhe were just an ant that he could crush at will.