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

Huang Feipeng remained silent for a moment, still not intending to continue the topic. He knew what kind of person Li Tao was; he usually liked to joke, especially when under pressure, he always used this lighthearted way to relieve tension. But with Ye Yao, his feelings were too complicated, and he couldn't easily tease her. He responded lightly, "Alright, stop being so cheeky, hurry up and see if those people are under control."

Li Tao shrugged. Seeing that Huang Feipeng was unwilling to say more, he didn't press him further and turned to continue directing the other officers to lead the criminals away from the alley one by one. After the fight, the atmosphere in the alley had eased considerably, but the danger was not completely over.

Huang Feipeng stood at the alley entrance, watching the handcuffed suspects being led into the cars one by one, his heart still unsettled. Although the situation was under control, he felt things weren't so simple. The identities and motives of those people remained unclear, and their fight was clearly not accidental, but a premeditated operation. What troubled Huang Feipeng even more was the relationship between the mysterious "old man" and these people.

He turned and walked towards the "old man" he had handcuffed to the railing. The man's face was still hidden in the shadows of his cloak, revealing little of his expression. As Huang Feipeng approached, he sensed an eerie atmosphere. Although the man had been subdued, his restless aura lingered.

"Speak, who exactly are you?" Huang Feipeng stood before the "old man," his voice carrying a hint of pressure. He knew this man was no ordinary person; he might be the key figure in the entire case. Yet the other man remained calm and composed, seemingly unconcerned about his current predicament.

"Who I am is not important, Officer Fei Peng." The "old man" chuckled softly, his voice hoarse and shrouded in mystery. "What's important is, do you want to know the truth behind this?"

Huang Feipeng frowned. The words seemed to be hinting at something, but it was unclear. He instinctively felt that this person was deliberately trying to pique his curiosity and get him to ask more questions. But as a policeman, he had to remain rational at all times and not be led by the nose by criminals.

"Stop beating around the bush. I just want to know, what is your relationship with these people? What is their purpose in fighting?" Huang Feipeng's tone turned cold and sharp. He needed to quickly obtain more information to determine whether the current situation was truly under control.

"Purpose? Heh..." The "old man" suddenly laughed, his voice low and slow, as if he were chewing on some unspeakable secret. "You policemen always think that catching a few people will give you the whole truth. But you have no idea that what you see is just the tip of the iceberg."

Huang Feipeng's heart sank, a growing sense that this man's words concealed a deeper conspiracy. He dared not let his guard down and pressed further, "Then tell me about your 'iceberg'. What exactly are you planning?"

The other person suddenly fell silent, slightly raising their head. Their deep eyes emerged from the shadows of the cloak, staring intently at Huang Feipeng, as if trying to probe his very soul. That sharp gaze caused Huang Feipeng a moment of disorientation, and a sense of unease stirred within him.

The other person's words seemed to plant a seed of doubt in his heart, as if things were not as simple as they appeared. In that instant, Huang Feipeng felt that he was not standing at the end, but at the entrance to an even greater mystery.

He stood there, his palms slightly sweaty. The surrounding officers were busy escorting the other suspects into the vehicles. Li Tao's voice and footsteps drifted from afar, but they seemed muffled and distant, as if veiled by a thin curtain. Huang Feipeng's attention was entirely focused on the "old man" before him, on the man's deep, dark eyes.

Suddenly, he thought of Ye Yao—the woman who brought him warmth and a moment of peace in the midst of chaos. If she were standing beside him now, perhaps she would look at him with those gentle eyes and tell him, "Don't be afraid, you will find the answer."

"I'm fine," Huang Feipeng whispered to himself, as if using that voice to calm the turmoil within him. He knew that no matter what danger lay ahead, he had to remain calm and uncover the truth. He was a policeman; it was his duty, and also a silent promise he had made to Ye Yao.

Faced with this dangerous situation, Huang Feipeng's inner strength gradually returned. He stopped dwelling on those complex emotions and focused all his attention on examining the situation before him.

"You'd better cooperate with me, or you'll know the consequences yourself." Huang Feipeng's voice turned cold and decisive again. He knew he couldn't be swayed by the other party's words and had to take the initiative through his actions.

Huang Feipeng sat in the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The city lights outside the window shone brightly, neon signs flashing, but his mood contrasted sharply with the bustling night. His brow was furrowed, and a dull ache throbbed in his chest, as if some emotion was churning within him, unable to find an outlet.

This argument with his family came suddenly, but it had actually been brewing for a long time. As a policeman, Huang Feipeng led a highly stressful life, with heavy workloads and irregular hours, which meant he had less and less time to spend with his family. Every time he returned home, he was met with his mother's reproachful eyes, his father's indifference, and his dissatisfied sighs. This left him feeling exhausted, as if home was no longer a place where he could relax, but rather another source of stress in his life.

Tonight's argument wasn't anything serious, and the cause was quite trivial. His mother brought up his marriage again at the dinner table. "Feipeng, you're already thirty. Aren't you planning to settle down? Your father and I are getting old. Do you want to be gone without having grandchildren?"

He felt annoyed the moment he heard it. His mother would bring it up every time he came home, as if she wouldn't be at ease unless she pressured him to get married. But Huang Feipeng had no time to think about these things. Work left him with almost no personal life, and his feelings for Ye Yao were causing him immense inner turmoil. He couldn't tell his family about his deep feelings for Ye Yao, because Ye Yao wasn't an ordinary girl, and besides, this affection was mostly one-sided; Ye Yao might not even care about him that much.

"Mom, I'm very busy with work right now. Let's talk about marriage later." Huang Feipeng pursed his lips, trying his best to remain calm. He knew his mother wouldn't be satisfied with this, but he didn't want to explain any further.