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

Finally, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness. It was a slender figure, moving with a light yet eerily steady gait. Huang Feipeng's gaze was fixed on the person, his mind quickly assessing the level of danger. The person wore a gray cloak, the brim pulled low, obscuring most of their face, making it difficult to discern their expression.

"Who are you?" Huang Feipeng asked in a deep voice, slightly increasing the pressure on his hand, his gun ready to be drawn at any moment.

The man didn't answer immediately, but slowly approached, stopping a few steps away from Huang Feipeng. A heavy tension filled the air, as if it could explode at any moment.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” the newcomer’s voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of deliberately suppressed calmness. “I’m not here to cause you trouble.”

Huang Feipeng narrowed his eyes, his guard not lowered by the other man's words. On the contrary, this inexplicable calmness made him even more alert. The situation was already complicated enough; he didn't believe it would turn out so easily.

"What's your relationship with him?" Huang Feipeng glanced at the unconscious old man on the ground, countless guesses flashing through his mind. This person who suddenly appeared was clearly not a passerby; he was very likely connected to the old man in some way, or even an accomplice who had been hiding in the shadows all along.

The newcomer smiled slightly, maintaining his low tone, "Him? You mean him?" He glanced contemptuously at the old man lying on the ground, his tone laced with disdain, "He's just a pathetic pawn."

Huang Feipeng's heart sank. A pawn? The implications behind those words were not to be underestimated. He had long suspected that this criminal might be involved in a larger conspiracy, but today's series of unexpected developments had left him no time to think it through. Now, the words of this mysterious man undoubtedly confirmed his suspicions.

"Who exactly are you?" Huang Feipeng's voice grew colder and harder, his fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on the gun. He knew he was facing more than just an ordinary criminal; he was dealing with a deeper conspiracy. He had to figure out the other party's intentions, or the situation might very well escalate further.

The newcomer smiled nonchalantly, seemingly unconcerned about Huang Feipeng's nervousness. "You don't need to know who I am, at least not now," he said, slowly taking a few steps back, seemingly with no intention of confronting Huang Feipeng directly.

Huang Feipeng's gaze remained fixed on the mysterious figure, his thoughts churning like a raging storm, his mind a fog of confusion. Who exactly was this person who had suddenly appeared before him? What was his connection to the old man on the ground? This dangerous game seemed to have only just begun, yet every inch concealed unseen dangers. Just as he was about to press for further information, a commotion suddenly arose not far away.

Huang Feipeng's attention was instantly interrupted. He listened intently; the sound was like a heated argument, interspersed with the muffled thuds of fists hitting each other. The footsteps were chaotic, clearly indicating a fierce fight. At the other end of the alley, the light was even dimmer, and the sounds were intermittent, seemingly approaching.

"A fight?" Huang Feipeng's heart tightened, and he immediately became alert. While fights were common, this one seemed particularly unusual in this atmosphere. Could it be related to the case before him? He quickly turned his head, glancing at the old man on the ground, then back at the mysterious figure in the gray cloak. Neither of them showed much reaction; the mysterious figure merely tilted his head slightly, seemingly unconcerned.

“Things are getting more and more complicated…” Huang Feipeng felt increasingly uneasy. He knew he couldn’t ignore the fight, especially in this situation, where any seemingly ordinary event could potentially conceal clues. He quickly made a decision, still holding his gun in one hand, turning his body slightly to observe the source of the fight, while simultaneously avoiding fully exposing himself to any potential threats from behind.

The footsteps grew closer, and the sounds of fighting became clearer. Huang Feipeng squinted, looking into the distance of the alley. He could see several blurry figures fighting, their movements intense and chaotic, a flurry of punches and kicks. Although the distance was considerable, Huang Feipeng, with his rich experience, immediately judged that these were not ordinary street thugs; their fighting techniques revealed signs of well-trained discipline.

"These people are not simple." Huang Feipeng's inner alarm bells rang, his fingers gripping the gun handle tightly, ready to deal with any unexpected situation. His intuition earlier was correct; this was no ordinary fight. He glanced back at the mysterious man again. The man's face was hidden in the shadow of his cloak, but Huang Feipeng clearly sensed a hint of disdain and indifference in his gaze, as if it were all within his expectations, or even something he had intentionally orchestrated.

"Do you know them?" Huang Feipeng asked coldly, his tone tinged with a hint of probing. A sense of foreboding grew stronger in his heart.

The mysterious man smiled faintly, his voice still carrying that unhurried rhythm, "Perhaps, but that's none of your business, Officer Fei Peng."

These words, like a cold drop of water, seeped into Huang Feipeng's heart. His expression instantly became even more solemn. The fact that the other party knew his name sent an indescribable chill down Huang Feipeng's spine.

"What exactly do you want?" Huang Feipeng lowered his voice, his eyes fixed on the other man, trying to glean any valuable information from the face hidden beneath the cloak. This man was clearly no ordinary criminal; he was even more dangerous than he had initially imagined. And now, he was no longer just dealing with the old man on the ground; he seemed to have been drawn into a much larger vortex.

"Don't worry, I won't make a move." The mysterious man smiled slightly and said casually, as if all the crises before him were irrelevant to him. "I'm not the protagonist today, I'm just... an observer."

Huang Feipeng frowned, his vigilance unwavering, but he had no time to linger. The fight had intensified, and several figures were approaching the alleyway exit where he was. The sounds of fists clashing against bones grew louder, mingled with shouts and roars, demonstrating the brutality and intensity of the battle.

Huang Feipeng quickly assessed the situation—regardless of their identities, these people were clearly connected to the case before him. He could no longer stand idly by. Although he didn't know if this conflict would pose a direct threat to him, he knew that inaction now would only make the situation more uncontrollable.

He quickly turned his gaze back to the unconscious old man, his mind racing. Taking the criminal away was his top priority, but the situation was urgent and couldn't wait for him to deal with it slowly.