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

With that thought in mind, he quickly made a decision: deal with the fight ahead first, then come back and deal with the old man and this mysterious person.

"You'd better not move." Huang Feipeng gave the mysterious man a warning look, knowing that this person was extremely dangerous, but for the moment he could only leave him aside. He pulled out handcuffs and firmly secured the old man on the ground to the iron railings, then quickly got up and approached the people fighting.

He strode forward, gun already drawn from his waist, his gaze fixed on the men ahead. His steps were light and swift, approaching silently. He knew these men were likely trained, and fighting them would not be easy; he had to proceed with caution.

The two fighters remained oblivious to Huang Feipeng's approach, engrossed in their fierce battle. There were at least four opponents, divided into two groups, attacking each other. Hidden in the dim shadows, Huang Feipeng could make out through the faint light that the men were dressed in ordinary civilian clothes, but their movements were incredibly swift, their fists swung with immense power, each strike seemingly carrying a deadly edge.

"They are definitely not ordinary people." Huang Feipeng quickly analyzed, his judgment becoming increasingly firm. Regardless of their motives, this fight was definitely not accidental.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer; if he didn't intervene quickly, the fight could escalate out of control. Moreover, an even greater danger might be approaching from nearby—just how many unpredictable variables were lurking in this alley?

"Stop! Police!" Huang Feipeng suddenly shouted, pointing his gun at one of the men. His voice boomed through the alley, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

The men who were fiercely fighting froze, their movements instantly halting. Almost simultaneously, their gazes turned to Huang Feipeng. Their previously murderous eyes instantly betrayed surprise and alertness. Clearly, they hadn't expected the police to suddenly appear and disrupt the balance of the fight.

"Don't move!" Huang Feipeng's voice was steady and powerful. Although he appeared calm on the surface, he remained highly vigilant. In this situation, he couldn't be sure whether these people would suddenly attack him or try to escape.

A brief silence fell over the air, broken only by the heavy breathing of a few people echoing in the narrow alley. Both sides in the fight seemed to be quickly assessing the situation and considering their next move.

However, this moment of tranquility did not last long. Suddenly, one of the men turned around sharply, a fierce glint in his eyes, and pounced on Huang Feipeng! His movements were swift as lightning, his fist striking Huang Feipeng's chest like a storm.

Huang Feipeng was prepared. He calmly dodged the attack by sidestepping, and then kicked the man in the knee. The man grunted, his body stiffened, and he staggered back a few steps, but he quickly regained his balance. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and he was clearly not going to give up easily.

Huang Feipeng gave him no chance, quickly taking a step back, locking the gun firmly on the man, and coldly shouted, "Move again, and I'll shoot!"

The man's face instantly darkened, the murderous intent in his eyes still lingering, but he dared not act rashly. He had clearly realized that Huang Feipeng was no ordinary policeman; if this attack failed, any further rash action would only worsen the situation.

Huang Feipeng stood calmly in place, his gun steadily pointed at the man who had tried to attack him. A tense atmosphere hung in the air, like a taut string about to snap. The man's eyes remained cold, but under the gleaming black muzzle of Huang Feipeng's gun, he clearly dared not make a move.

Just then, Huang Feipeng suddenly felt a strong sense of loneliness wash over him. He was in a dangerous situation, surrounded by dangerous people and unknown threats, but what unsettled him most deep down was not these things, but a strange emptiness. Faced with a life-or-death decision, an undeniable emotion welled up within him, and a gentle face appeared in his mind.

Her name was Ye Yao, a woman who haunted his dreams.

It was during a case a few months ago that Huang Feipeng first met Ye Yao. She wasn't a police officer, nor was she a party to the case; she was just an ordinary person who had unintentionally become involved. However, her resilient temperament and gentle eyes, and her composure even in the most dangerous moments, deeply moved Huang Feipeng with her aura that stood out from the chaos of the outside world.

Their encounter wasn't initially dramatic. Huang Feipeng first met her while investigating a disappearance case related to Ye Yao. She was busy in a flower shop, a calm smile on her face, trimming the flowers in her hands, seemingly completely unaware that she was on the verge of danger. Huang Feipeng was simply carrying out a mission, but at that moment, something suddenly drew his attention, and he even involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

When she looked up, her eyes met Huang Feipeng's. Her gaze was brief but profound. They were eyes full of stories, seemingly having experienced too much, yet still retaining a love and hope for life. Huang Feipeng had never seen such a look in anyone else's eyes.

Since then, Huang Feipeng has been unable to find peace. Although as a police officer he is used to handling any emotional fluctuations with calmness and rationality, his defenses seem completely vulnerable when facing Ye Yao. Every time he meets her, whether it's because of a case or a chance encounter, Huang Feipeng can feel something stirring deep within him.

"Do you like her?" He had asked himself this question late at night, feeling uneasy about the thought. As a criminal investigator, his job was dangerous, and he could lose his life at any moment. He always told himself that he shouldn't let personal feelings interfere with his professional judgment. However, whenever Ye Yao's gentle smile appeared in his mind, Huang Feipeng couldn't suppress the strong emotions in his heart.

Now, standing in this cold alley, facing dangerous criminals and an uncertain situation, Huang Feipeng couldn't stop thinking of her. This longing was so sudden, yet irresistible. He could almost feel her warm hand gently stroking his face, and he could almost hear her clear and gentle voice echoing in his ears.

"Feipeng, are you alright?" Ye Yao's voice seemed to echo softly in his heart. It was what she had said one night when she was worried about him getting hurt, her tone full of concern and anxiety. Although it was just a short sentence, it was like a seed that quietly sprouted in Huang Feipeng's heart.