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

"As long as I can find her, it's all worth it, no matter how dangerous it is." He encouraged himself silently, and a surge of courage gradually welled up in his heart. He cautiously approached the window, trying to observe the situation inside through the crack.

The window crack wasn't large, but it was enough for him to see the vague outline of the factory's interior. Through the crack, Huang Feipeng saw several members of the Black Hand sitting together, their expressions serious, talking in hushed tones. He tried to listen, but could only hear scattered conversations, as if they were discussing some secret.

"This group is not to be underestimated," Huang Feipeng thought to himself, his vigilance growing stronger. He knew that barging in under these circumstances would be tantamount to suicide.

"I must find a safe opportunity," he thought to himself, trying to remain calm and analyzing his next move. He knew that the longer it went on, the more dangerous the missing girl's situation would become. His heart was filled with anxiety and unease, but it also ignited his hidden fighting spirit.

Just then, Huang Feipeng noticed a dilapidated door in the corner of the wall, which seemed to lead to the interior of the factory. A glimmer of hope rose in his heart, and he thought to himself, "Perhaps I can find more clues there."

He looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then quickly walked towards the door. The door was locked. He took a deep breath and silently told himself, "Don't let fear control you; I must find her as soon as possible." He bent down and tried to pry open the lock with the tools from his kit.

With a soft "ding," the door finally opened. Huang Feipeng felt a surge of joy and quickly pushed the door open, silently entering the factory. Behind the door was a narrow corridor, the walls covered with moss, and the air filled with a suffocating smell of decay.

"What exactly is hidden here?" he wondered to himself, his heart pounding faster as a sense of urgency washed over him. He knew that every step he took was crucial and he had to be extremely careful, not letting his guard down.

He walked down the dimly lit corridor, faint whispers echoing in his ears, as if warning him of the danger ahead. As he drew closer to the source of the voices, his unease grew stronger, and the face of the missing girl kept flashing through his mind, as if pleading with him to find her quickly.

Finally, he arrived at a large room. The door was slightly ajar, letting in a faint light and the sound of conversation. He held his breath and crept closer, trying to observe what was happening inside through the crack.

Huang Feipeng stood silently at the doorway, listening to the low conversation inside, a sense of unease rising within him. Every word felt like a sharp blade cutting into his nerves, as if piercing the unspeakable fear deep within his heart. "Get rid of that girl?" His heart tightened instantly, a flash of anger and anxiety crossing his eyes. He secretly surmised that if the missing girl was truly being held here, her situation must be extremely precarious.

"I need to find someone to help keep an eye on things," he thought to himself. Time was of the essence; he couldn't go it alone any longer. Several names flashed through his mind. His friends were the first to come to mind, but the danger of this operation was clearly beyond their imagination. He needed someone more reliable, someone who could fight alongside him.

"Perhaps I can find a professional," he muttered to himself, his resolve gradually hardening. After some thought, he remembered an old friend, Lao Liu, who had connections in the underworld. Lao Liu had been an excellent detective and, although retired for many years, still possessed a deep understanding of the forces of darkness.

"I must contact Lao Liu as soon as possible," he thought to himself, deciding to dial Lao Liu's number. A faint light shone from the end of the corridor, and Huang Feipeng quickly turned around, looking for a secluded spot to answer the call.

After the call connected, it rang a few times before Lao Liu's voice came from the other end, slightly hoarse but full of competence: "Xiao Fei, why are you calling so late?"

"Old Liu, I have something urgent." Huang Feipeng suppressed his anxiety and tried to sound calm. "I need your help. It's about a missing girl's case, and the situation is very critical."

"The missing girl? You're not talking about that recent case, are you?" Old Liu seemed a little surprised, then became serious. "You know these kinds of things are complicated, and there's only so much I can do."

“I understand.” Huang Feipeng felt an increasing urgency. “But I have to find her. She doesn’t have much time left. I want you to keep an eye on things around the factory for me.”

"The factory? You've been there?" Old Liu's tone immediately turned serious, revealing a hint of worry. "Xiao Fei, it's too dangerous for you to go to a place like that alone. It's best not to act rashly."

“I know, but I have to go.” Huang Feipeng raised his voice involuntarily, his anger and anxiety almost bursting out. “I can’t just stand by and watch them get rid of her. I have a responsibility to save her.”

“Alright, I’ll help you.” Old Liu sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice. “But you must keep your communications open and report your location at all times. I’ll lie in wait nearby to protect you.”

"Thank you, Lao Liu." Huang Feipeng felt a surge of gratitude. "I'll be careful." He hung up the phone, calmed down a little, and realized that he was not alone, which gave him a sense of strength.

After hanging up the phone, he quickly returned to the door of the room. The conversation was still clear in his ears, and a wave of tension washed over him. He knew he had to make a decision as soon as possible. If they succeeded, the missing girl's fate would be unimaginable.

"I can't let myself hesitate," he encouraged himself silently, pushing open the door and slowly walking into the room. In the dim light inside, several members of the Black Hand were sitting around a table, which was cluttered with various items.

Huang Feipeng felt a sense of urgency. His gaze swept quickly over them, trying to find more useful information. Just then, his eyes inadvertently caught sight of a figure. The missing girl was tied up in a corner, looking dazed and pale, as if she were enduring immense fear and despair.

"She's still alive!" His heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "I must save her." However, the members of the Black Hand inside the room were unaware of his arrival and continued their hushed discussion. Huang Feipeng's heart tightened; he knew that if he acted rashly, not only would he be in danger, but the missing girl would also be harmed.

“I have to find the right moment.” He forced himself to calm down and thought about his next move. Just as he was observing everything, he heard a member of the Black Hand say, “Get rid of that girl tonight. We can’t let her live any longer.”