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

"Who is it?" Huang Feipeng asked nervously, his heart tightening instantly.

“It’s an organization called ‘Black Hand’.” His friend’s voice was low, as if warning him of the risks he might face. “This organization is involved in multiple kidnapping cases, and the missing girl’s situation is closely related to them.”

“I know this organization.” A sense of vigilance instantly rose in Huang Feipeng’s heart, his thoughts racing, as if all the clues were connecting at this moment. He clenched his fist, his determination growing stronger, “We must act quickly and find her.”

“But their methods are extremely dangerous.” My friend frowned, his eyes flashing with worry. “Are you sure you want to confront them?”

"I have no choice." Huang Feipeng's voice was firm, and he made up his mind that the danger before him could not make him back down. His heart was filled with courage at this moment, and the thought of the missing girl's eyes made him even more determined.

Huang Feipeng felt an urgent sense of urgency; he knew he was at a critical moment. The fate of the missing girl seemed inextricably linked to his own, and each heartbeat made him yearn to find her and rescue her. The image of her helplessly trapped in the darkness echoed in his mind, and this emotion burned within him like a flame, causing him to involuntarily clench his fists.

“What are we going to do now?” He stared at his friend, his eyes flashing with determination. “Do you know where the Black Hand’s base is?”

“I’m not too sure about that.” My friend hesitated, a hint of worry in his eyes. “I only know that they operate over a wide area and are extremely ruthless. Taking any rash action could bring even greater danger.”

"I can't wait any longer." Huang Feipeng's heart tightened, and the sense of urgency intensified. "She doesn't have much time left, and I can't delay any longer." He thought to himself, "If I don't act soon, I might lose this opportunity."

"What are you going to do?" Seeing his determination, his friend, though uneasy, was also moved by Huang Feipeng's persistence. He knew that Huang Feipeng had made up his mind, and no matter how difficult the road ahead, he would not back down.

“I need to find some clues to confirm whether the missing girl is being held captive in their den,” Huang Feipeng said firmly. “This will be my only chance to save her.”

“But it might be dangerous for you to go alone.” His friend shook his head, his eyes showing worry. “If you can wait a few days for me, maybe I can help you find more reliable information.”

“I can’t wait.” Huang Feipeng interrupted him, a stubborn glint in his eyes. “I’ve waited too long. She needs me, I can’t let her down.” He silently vowed, “She’s enduring everything alone in the darkness, I must go and save her.”

His friend sighed silently, seemingly helpless about Huang Feipeng's decision: "Okay, I can help you contact some people who might be able to provide clues." He knew Huang Feipeng's persistence, and although he didn't agree with it, he couldn't change his mind.

"Thank you." A hint of gratitude appeared in Huang Feipeng's eyes, and he thought to himself, "Although the road ahead is difficult, at least I have friends by my side to support me."

A few minutes later, his friend started making phone calls. Huang Feipeng waited quietly, a mix of complex emotions swirling within him. He knew he was embarking on a path fraught with uncertainty, each step potentially carrying unforeseen consequences. The missing girl's story kept replaying in his mind, and he silently vowed, "No matter how dangerous the road ahead, I will find you."

“I’ve contacted an information broker who’s involved with this organization and can provide some leads.” My friend finally hung up the phone, his voice tinged with tension. “However, this kind of deal is extremely dangerous; you have to be careful.”

"I will be careful." Huang Feipeng felt a tightness in his chest, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if revealing a hint of determination. "I will not let anything hinder my plan to save her."

They agreed to meet at a secluded café. Huang Feipeng knew he needed to proceed with caution from the very beginning. His anxiety grew as he entered the café. His thoughts raced, the face of the missing girl constantly flashing through his mind, as if pleading with him to find her quickly.

The café was quiet and peaceful, with dim lighting illuminating each table and the rich aroma of coffee filling the air. However, even in this environment, Huang Feipeng felt a sense of unease. His heart pounded like a drumbeat, and he frequently glanced around at the people, searching for any potential threats.

"Huang Feipeng?" Suddenly, a deep voice came from the corner, interrupting his thoughts. He turned around and saw a man sitting in the corner waving at him. He was wearing a black trench coat, and his face was cold and stern, giving people a feeling of being unapproachable.

"It's you?" Huang Feipeng walked over, secretly wondering if this person could really provide useful information. He knew that the dangers involved in the Black Hand organization far exceeded his imagination, but his sense of responsibility prevented him from backing down.

"Sit down." The man gestured for Huang Feipeng to sit down, his gaze sweeping over him as if trying to determine his identity. His tone was calm and low, giving off an unfathomable feeling. "I know you're here to look for the missing girl."

"Do you know where she is?" Huang Feipeng asked impatiently, his anxiety growing stronger. His eyes were full of expectation, hoping to get some important clues from this man.

“I don’t have any definite information.” The man’s reply made Huang Feipeng’s heart sink, but he was not discouraged. “But I can tell you something about the Black Hand. They are active in abandoned factories in the city and have a lot of suspicious transactions.”

"An abandoned factory?" The scene immediately flashed through Huang Feipeng's mind, and he thought to himself, "Perhaps the missing girl is there." He tried to control his emotions and continued to ask, "Are there any other clues?"

"The leader of the Black Hand is named Iron Dragon. He has a group of highly skilled thugs under his command, and they are extremely dangerous." The man's voice was deep, carrying a hint of warning. "If you are to face them, you must be extremely careful and never act rashly."

“I know.” Huang Feipeng nodded, secretly on guard. “I will be careful.” A sense of unease flashed through his mind, but he knew that only through this clue could he find the missing girl.

“If you want to infiltrate the abandoned factory, I can help you,” the man said hesitantly, “but I can’t guarantee you’ll get out safely.”