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

"Wait a minute, let me think about it." The man suddenly spoke, interrupting Huang Feipeng's thoughts, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. He seemed to be weighing something repeatedly. "Are you really going to have it appraised yourself? That's too risky."

“I have no choice,” Huang Feipeng said firmly, his mind made up. His heart was filled with fighting spirit. Although the surrounding environment was oppressive, like a dark vortex, he knew that only by finding the truth could he rescue the missing girl. He looked at the man, his voice softening slightly: “I know you’re worried about me, but I have to go.”

The man sighed, his face filled with helplessness and worry. "I just don't want to lose you." He finally spoke, a hint of despair in his voice. "We've come this far, let's not let our efforts be in vain."

“I understand how you feel,” Huang Feipeng said softly, feeling a warmth in his heart. He knew the man’s worries were not unfounded, but he couldn’t hesitate at this crucial moment. He kept telling himself, “This is not only for myself, but also for that girl.”

“Alright, I’ll go with you.” The man finally made his decision, a hint of determination on his face. “But we must be careful and try to avoid attracting their attention.”

"Thank you." Huang Feipeng nodded gratefully. He knew how precious it was to have a companion on this thorny path. Although he had some worries, his sense of responsibility kept him going.

They quickly left the dark warehouse, their steps as light and discreet as possible. With each step, Huang Feipeng was filled with anticipation and unease. He understood what finding the fingerprints meant; it might directly affect the safety of the missing girl. However, he also understood that the closer he got to the truth, the greater the risks he might face.

"Do you know where to get your fingerprints identified?" the man asked as he walked, his voice low, as if trying to break the tension around him.

“I have a friend who works for the police; I can ask him for help,” Huang Feipeng replied, already considering how to take advantage of the opportunity. He was well aware of his friend’s capabilities; if the identification could be successfully conducted, they might be able to quickly find clues about the missing girl.

"But..." the man hesitated, a hint of worry in his eyes, "What if they discover our whereabouts? Won't that cause us trouble?"

"I will try my best to avoid being discovered," Huang Feipeng said confidently, trying to appear calm. He thought to himself, "This trip must succeed; I can't let this girl suffer even a moment more."

They walked and talked, quickly arriving at a sparsely populated area. Huang Feipeng was tense; the closer they got to their target, the more anxious he became. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he turned to the man, saying, "Wait a minute, I need to check the surroundings first."

The man looked puzzled, but nodded nonetheless. The two then leaned against a wall, carefully observing their surroundings. Huang Feipeng's heart pounded at that moment; his eyes scanned every corner, and he became secretly on guard.

“Nobody’s here.” After observing for a while, Huang Feipeng relaxed a bit and whispered to the man. He thought to himself, “Now is an opportunity. I need to find my friend quickly.”

They quickly emerged from the alley, their pace quickening, Huang Feipeng filled with anticipation for his friend. A few minutes later, they finally arrived in front of an ordinary office building. Huang Feipeng took a deep breath and silently prayed, "I hope my friend is here."

They entered the building, the elevator slowly ascending, both feeling a little uneasy. Huang Feipeng thought of his friend, a young detective who, though calm and collected, often acted unexpectedly when faced with trouble. He secretly hoped that this time they could help them find clues about the missing girl.

“I’ll be waiting for you here.” The man stopped at the door, his voice low. “You can call me anytime if you need me.”

“Okay, wait for me here.” Huang Feipeng nodded, a hint of determination in his eyes. Although he was still somewhat uneasy, he knew that this was the only way out.

As Huang Feipeng entered the office, he saw his friend busy organizing documents. Before he could speak, his friend noticed him first, looked up, and said, "Huang Feipeng! What brings you here?"

"I urgently need your help." Huang Feipeng's tone was anxious, thinking to himself, "I must find that girl's whereabouts as soon as possible."

"What happened?" Seeing his tense expression, his friend quickly put down his work, stood up, and asked with concern.

“I need you to help me identify these fingerprints.” Huang Feipeng quickly took out his phone, opened the fingerprint photos he had taken earlier, and his eyes revealed a hint of urgency. “I found these in a warehouse, and they may be related to a kidnapping case.”

"A kidnapping?" My friend's expression changed slightly, becoming increasingly serious. "How did you know?"

“I’m investigating a missing girl whose identity may be connected to these people.” Huang Feipeng briefly explained the situation, silently praying, “I hope his abilities can help me.”

My friend examined the photos carefully, then frowned: "These fingerprints need to be identified in a lab, but the situation is complicated. What if someone else finds out..."

“I know, try to keep a low profile.” Huang Feipeng quickly interrupted, a sense of urgency creeping into his heart. He knew the missing girl’s safety could not wait any longer. “I just need you to help me with the identification.”

“Okay, I can help you, but you have to be careful.” After a moment of thought, the friend finally agreed. “However, I need some time to arrange things in the lab.”

"Thank you, I'll wait." Huang Feipeng breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. He knew this path wouldn't be easy, but at least this time, he had hope.

His friend quickly contacted the lab and began arranging fingerprint analysis. Huang Feipeng waited quietly, but his heart was in turmoil. His thoughts kept swirling, and the image of the missing girl kept flashing through his mind; her innocent, freedom-yearning eyes lingered in his heart.

"If I can't find her, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life," Huang Feipeng silently vowed, deeply feeling the weight of responsibility. His heart was tormented by complex emotions, including helplessness and unease, yet he knew he had to persevere.

Finally, his friend returned to his side an hour later, his face showing a hint of seriousness: "The results are in. Several fingerprints were found to have corresponding records in the police database."