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

“I…I heard she left with a boy named Ahui,” one of the girls said in a low voice, seemingly recalling the events of that night. “I’ve never seen him, but she said she had a friend at the bar.”

"Ahui..." Huang Feipeng murmured to himself, thinking that this person might be the key to the case. He knew he had to find Ahui as soon as possible, perhaps he could get more clues from him.

"Thank you, I will try my best to help Xiaoyan." Huang Feipeng's voice was gentle, but his heart was already churning with emotions.

In the ensuing conversation, Huang Feipeng gradually learned that the boy named Ahui was close to Xiaoyan and often appeared in her social media posts. Although the girls didn't have a deep impression of Ahui, from their conversations, he could sense that Xiaoyan did indeed have many friends, and Ahui was one of her key figures.

The bar was filled with the sounds of music and flashing lights, as if every corner was a testament to the revelry and passion of the young people. Huang Feipeng's gaze wandered through the dimly lit corners, trying to find the boy named Ahui. His heart was filled with anxiety and anticipation. Although he had just learned Xiaoyan's name from several girls, there was still a long way to go before the truth was revealed.

He casually ordered a drink, his mind still racing. What kind of person was Ahui? Did he know why Xiaoyan had disappeared? If Xiaoyan had indeed crossed paths with him during this time, then Ahui could definitely be the key to solving this case.

"Huang Feipeng." He murmured his name to himself, suddenly feeling a sense of responsibility, as if he were no longer a bystander, but had been drawn into this intricate story. His thoughts grew stronger, and every detail of the disappearance case began to intertwine in his mind.

Just then, he noticed a boy in a corner of the bar, gathered with a group of friends. The boy's eyes held a hint of arrogance and defiance, exuding youthful energy. Although the boy's face was somewhat blurry under the lights, he had a feeling that this boy was Ah Hui.

Huang Feipeng took a deep breath and mustered his courage to walk over. He didn't want to appear too rash, so he secretly pondered how to start the conversation: "If he knows about Xiaoyan, perhaps I can use a caring approach to guide him to reveal more." So, he smiled and approached, pretending to be relaxed, trying his best not to make Ahui feel threatened.

"Hello, Ahui?" he asked tentatively, trying to keep his voice as soft as possible.

"Who are you?" Ahui tilted his head slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, before showing a slight disdain for Huang Feipeng's appearance, seemingly unconcerned about him.

"I heard you and Xiaoyan are friends, and she recently went missing. I'd like to know what happened," Huang Feipeng said directly, secretly praying that Ahui wouldn't react too sensitively.

“I don’t know much about her situation.” Ahui’s attitude was noticeably cold, even somewhat impatient. He turned away, trying to continue his conversation with his friends, seemingly not wanting to be disturbed by this stranger.

Huang Feipeng realized he had to change tactics. His intuition told him that Ahui was hiding something, and he needed to find a breakthrough. "I heard she ended up here with you, and everyone is worried about her," he tried to use a concerned tone to build rapport.

Ahui's eyes flickered slightly, as if he were thinking, but then his expression returned to its usual coldness: "I don't want to talk about this." His words carried a hint of firmness, as if warning Huang Feipeng not to press the matter further.

However, Huang Feipeng did not give up. He calmed down and tried to move Ahui in a gentler way: "I know you may not want to recall this, but she is really young, and everyone is concerned about her safety." He tried to find a feeling of sympathy in his heart and wanted to convey this feeling to Ahui.

"I told you, I don't know where she went!" Ahui's voice rose a few decibels, sounding somewhat agitated, and his friends around them began to notice the commotion.

At that moment, Huang Feipeng's heart sank. Ahui's attitude clearly indicated that he didn't intend to easily reveal any information. Just as he was about to step back, his gaze caught a faint glimmer of light behind Ahui. Alarm bells rang in his mind, and after a quick thought, he decisively walked in that direction.

"Wait here for me," he said to Ahui's friends, trying to make his tone sound as natural as possible. He walked through the crowd toward the gleam, silently wondering what it was.

Upon closer inspection, he was surprised to find it was a wine glass, with several clear and distinct fingerprints faintly visible on its surface. The familiar feeling sent a jolt through him, and several images flashed through his mind, as if these fingerprints could reveal some secrets in the disappearance case.

He quickly looked around, the noise and laughter in the bar seemingly irrelevant to him; all sounds became blurred. Only one thought occupied his mind: "I must collect these fingerprints." Yet he knew he couldn't be too conspicuous; he had to proceed cautiously.

Huang Feipeng mentally surveyed his surroundings, trying to find a suitable opportunity. He decided to temporarily refrain from touching the fingerprints and instead try to return to the bar's front desk to chat with the bartender; perhaps she would have a better understanding of these customers.

He turned and walked back to the bar counter, trying to appear calm and collected. His heart was churning with turmoil, but he knew he had to hide his true emotions. He smiled slightly at the bartender and asked, "Have you seen any suspicious customers lately? Or has anything strange happened?"

The waiter looked at him, seemingly considering his intentions: "Actually, there's nothing special about it. Lately, the bar's customers have mostly been young people. Some get completely drunk, while others are quite quiet. I have heard of a few fights, but nothing serious."

"A fight?" Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat; this might bring him a new clue. "Could you elaborate? Are these events related?"

"Nothing special, just a few young people who drank too much and got into an argument." The waiter shook his head, a hint of disdain in his eyes, seemingly unimpressed by the young people's behavior. "However, a few of them acted particularly wildly in the bar and caused some trouble before."

"What are their characteristics?" Huang Feipeng asked, already silently speculating in his mind.

"They're just some flashy-looking boys with brightly colored hair, loud voices, and they're always making a racket when they're with their friends." The waiter's voice softened, as if he didn't think the waiter meant any harm.