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

That night, Huang Feipeng stood quietly on the rooftop of a high-rise building, overlooking the city's night view. His phone suddenly vibrated, displaying an encrypted message: "Target locked, transaction to take place at midnight." He read the message, a slight smile playing on his lips. He knew this was his moment to act.

Huang Feipeng leaped lightly off the rooftop, sliding down the side wall of the building like a nimble cheetah, silently disappearing into the night. He quickly traversed narrow alleys, finally stopping in front of a secluded warehouse. This was the hideout for underground transactions; an illegal deal would take place here tonight.

He approached the warehouse door, his keen hearing catching sounds from inside. Several burly men were sitting around a table with a black briefcase on it, clearly containing illicit items. Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, stealthily approached, quickly dispatched the two guards at the door, and then silently slipped into the warehouse.

A tense atmosphere filled the warehouse. Several men were talking in hushed tones, completely unaware of the approaching danger. Huang Feipeng moved swiftly, flashing past like a gust of wind. In a few punches and kicks, several burly men were already on the ground. He snatched the black briefcase with lightning speed and turned to leave. However, his escape was not smooth; the warehouse owner was clearly prepared.

"Halt!" A deep voice came from behind, and Huang Feipeng sensed a sudden increase in danger in the air. He stopped and slowly turned around, seeing a burly man with a ferocious face staring at him, holding a gleaming black gun in his hand.

“You shouldn’t be getting involved in these things,” the man said coldly, the gun pointed directly at Huang Feipeng’s chest.

Huang Feipeng smiled slightly and replied without fear: "What I'm getting involved in is to expose these shady deals to the light of day."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly dodged to the side, avoiding the incoming bullets, and simultaneously ducked low and rushed forward. The man clearly hadn't anticipated Huang Feipeng's speed and hastily fired several shots, but all the bullets missed.

Huang Feipeng moved with lightning speed, striking the man's wrist with a sharp palm strike, causing the gun to fall to the ground. The man reacted, attempting to engage Huang Feipeng in close combat, only to find his opponent's skills far exceeded his expectations. Within a few moves, he was subdued, collapsing to the ground in pain with a groan of resentment.

Huang Feipeng picked up the black briefcase, turned, and left the warehouse. A night breeze brushed his face, bringing a chill. He knew that tonight's operation was just one of countless nights; he had many more things to do.

Huang Feipeng walked silently through the city streets, never stopping, for the path of justice has no end. Whenever he witnessed injustice, an inextinguishable flame ignited within him, driving him forward relentlessly, even through thorny paths, without complaint or regret.

Huang Feipeng had become somewhat famous in the city; many knew him as the "Black-Clad Knight" who fought for justice. Although his actions were often praised, he always felt lonely deep down. Whenever he saw other people's happy smiles, a wave of inexplicable sorrow would well up in his heart. The path of justice, though arduous, compelled him to continue.

He left the warehouse and walked through the bustling streets, surrounded by the noise of people and car horns. Laughter and chatter filled the brightly lit bars and restaurants. Huang Feipeng couldn't help but stop and, through a window, saw a couple inside, their faces beaming with happiness.

"How wonderful," he murmured to himself, a hint of envy rising in his heart.

He began to doubt whether the justice he was pursuing was worthwhile. More than once, he asked himself: Is it worth giving up the good things in life for justice? But he quickly dismissed these thoughts. His sense of mission was as firm as iron, driving him forward without stopping.

"Feipeng! You're here!" A familiar voice suddenly rang out, interrupting his thoughts. It was his friend Zhang Kai, a cheerful young man with a bright smile on his face.

"I just finished some things and am taking a walk," Huang Feipeng replied with a slight smile.

"I thought you were chasing some criminal again!" Zhang Kai joked. "You're such a crazy guy, always making yourself so tired."

"Someone always has to do what's right." Huang Feipeng didn't explain much, his words revealing a hint of helplessness.

“You need to rest too. Come on, let’s go have a drink together,” Zhang Kai warmly invited.

Huang Feipeng shook his head, thinking to himself: the pleasure and indulgence mixed in the wine glass are definitely not for me. As he shook his head in refusal, a warmth welled up in his heart. The concern of friends always brings a sense of warmth, even in his darkest moments.

"I have something to take care of, let's do it another day." He smiled slightly, but felt a little helpless.

"Okay, come see me again when you have time!" Zhang Kai looked at him, his eyes full of understanding. "But don't overwork yourself, take care of yourself."

"I will," Huang Feipeng replied softly, though his heart remained conflicted. He walked further and further away from Zhang Kai, his loneliness deepening once more.

Wandering the city streets, Huang Feipeng's thoughts drifted back to the past. He recalled the moment he first fought for justice. Back then, he was a passionate young man, full of hope and dreams for the future. But now, that pure ideal had been shattered by the harsh realities of life.

Just as he was lost in thought, a screeching sound of brakes suddenly interrupted his reverie. He looked up and saw a black SUV stop in front of him, the window slowly rolling down to reveal a sinister face.

"Are you Huang Feipeng?" the man asked coldly, his tone revealing obvious hostility.

"That's right, who are you?" Huang Feipeng's heart raced, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

"I represent someone you can't afford to mess with." A cold smile appeared on the man's lips. "He told me to tell you to stop interfering in his affairs, or you'll regret it."

Huang Feipeng's eyes narrowed, a surge of anger rising within him. The dark forces in this city were omnipresent, and he understood that such threats were commonplace, but he was never afraid.

"I'm not afraid of threats," he said calmly, secretly planning his response.

Upon hearing this, the man's sneer grew even more sinister. "How amusing. I hope you can maintain this courage." With that, he waved, the car window rolled up again, and the SUV drove away, leaving Huang Feipeng standing alone on the roadside.