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

"Come on!" Huang Feipeng felt a surge of excitement. He secretly studied the movements of the Black Hand members, looking for an opportunity to counterattack. At this moment, a fire had been ignited in his heart, and despite being in a predicament, he was still unwilling to give up.

However, as the Black Hand members closed in on him, Huang Feipeng found that he did not have the courage he had imagined. Instead, he became increasingly disheartened and felt that he had no chance of winning in this desperate struggle.

"I'm such a loser," he thought to himself, struggling to suppress the despair. "How could I have been so gullible, falling so unprepared into this conspiracy?"

Just then, Huang Feipeng heard footsteps beside him, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up and saw another member of the Black Hand approaching, seemingly drawn by the commotion ahead. A cold glint flashed in the other's eyes; there was no doubt they were preparing to intensify their pressure.

"What are you going to do?" Huang Feipeng asked nervously, trying his best to keep his voice calm. He knew he couldn't show fear right now; only then could he buy himself a chance to escape.

"Oh, nothing, just letting you know that you're not getting out of here again." The Black Hand member's lips curled into a mocking smile, seemingly enjoying it. "The more you struggle, the more pain you'll experience in the end."

Huang Feipeng's heart sank, realizing that the other party intended to inflict even greater threats on him. He was unwilling to become their plaything, and his anger burned within him, but the current situation left him powerless.

"I will never give in," he told himself silently, determined not to let his emotions be crushed.

"You are indeed very tenacious, but I like this kind of challenge." The Black Hand member's voice was playful, seemingly enjoying observing Huang Feipeng's struggle, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "But don't forget, your persistence may only make you suffer more."

Despair and anger mingled within him, as if countless sharp blades were tearing at the depths of his heart. However, just as he was losing all hope, the image of the missing girl resurfaced in his mind; that trapped, helpless soul became his last source of support.

"I can't give up on her," Huang Feipeng thought to himself, the flame in his heart reigniting. He was no longer willing to let himself fall into despair and decided to try no matter what, to fight for that slim hope.

"I won't give up easily!" he shouted to the Black Hand members, his voice revealing a hint of strength. Despite his heart being riddled with wounds, he still had to show an indomitable fighting spirit.

“What a fool.” The Black Hand member seemed enraged by his actions, a flash of anger in his eyes, before tightening his grip on him. “You will pay for your ignorance.”

Huang Feipeng's heart tightened. He knew he was at a complete disadvantage, yet an indomitable courage surged within him once more. He gritted his teeth, preparing to fight back, determined not to let the enemy see his weakness.

"I'm sure I can find a chance!" he silently vowed to himself, trying to stay clear-headed and searching for any possibility of escape. Despite being in dire straits, he was determined to fight with all his might for a glimmer of hope.

Just as he was silently encouraging himself, he suddenly heard a hurried footstep. Huang Feipeng felt a surge of excitement. Could it be Old Liu? He secretly hoped that he could send a distress signal to the person who was coming.

However, what followed was an unfamiliar voice: "What's going on? What happened?"

The Black Hand member's expression changed abruptly, then he gave a cold laugh: "It's nothing, just caught a fly."

"A fly? How dare you describe him like that!" Huang Feipeng felt a surge of anger, but he knew he couldn't reveal his emotions at this moment. He had to remain calm and look for an opportunity.

"Drag him to the back, don't let him interfere with our plans." The Black Hand member's order was ruthless, and Huang Feipeng's heart tightened again, realizing that his time was running out.

"I won't let you succeed!" he roared inwardly, struggling to maintain a sliver of clarity. Despite being in dire straits, he had to keep moving forward and refused to let despair consume him.

As he was being dragged away, countless thoughts surged through Huang Feipeng's mind. The more desperate he felt, the more determined he was to maintain his fighting spirit and not let those members of the Black Hand look down on him.

"I'm sure I can find a chance!" he kept shouting to himself, trying to calm himself down and hoping to find a way to escape.

"No matter what, I can't give up!" he told himself, a faint hope rising in his heart. He absolutely couldn't let those Black Hand members completely crush him.

However, when he was dragged into a dark room, a wave of despair washed over him again. The place seemed to be filled with an aura of fear; the walls were covered with dark marks, and the air was thick with a suffocating heaviness.

"This is your doomsday." A sinister smile appeared on the lips of a member of the Black Hand, who then shoved Huang Feipeng to the ground, his eyes flashing with disdain and contempt.

"What do you want?" Huang Feipeng tried his best to remain calm and suppress his inner fear. He knew that if he were captured by these members of the Black Hand, the consequences would only be more dire.

"Just you wait, we'll treat you well." The Black Hand member sneered, then walked away, seemingly ignoring him.

He pushed open the hotel door; the wooden door creaked slightly, and a stale, musty smell immediately wafted out. A middle-aged man sat at the front desk, his face pale and his eyes weary, as if he hadn't slept all night. Huang Feipeng walked to the front desk and asked, feigning casualness, "I heard something happened here. Could you tell me about that girl?"

The middle-aged man looked up, a flicker of panic in his eyes, which quickly returned to calm, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Everything is normal at our hotel, nothing to say." His tone carried a hint of impatience.

Huang Feipeng wasn't deterred by the man's attitude. He secretly pondered that this man might be connected to the disappearance case. He didn't rush to question him, but instead looked around. The hotel's furnishings were simple and old; some blurry old photos hung on the walls, and a few wooden tables and chairs were placed to the side. The entire hotel exuded a faint musty smell, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

"May I go to her room and take a look?" Huang Feipeng smiled slightly, trying to appear more approachable.

“Her room has been cleaned,” the middle-aged man said, his tone resolute.

“But I want to know the circumstances surrounding her disappearance.” Huang Feipeng’s voice became deep, exuding an unquestionable authority.