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

"If you have any leads on him, please tell me." Huang Feipeng tried to suppress his anxiety and asked in a concerned tone, "I hope to help those girls, including Xiaoyan."

A hint of hesitation flickered in the woman's eyes, as if she were pondering something. "I really don't know how to say it. I'm just an ordinary girl." Her voice trembled slightly, as if she were afraid of the consequences of her next words.

“You’re not an ordinary girl. Your decision to speak out today might change things.” Huang Feipeng’s gaze hardened; he hoped to give her some courage.

“This man is dangerous, really dangerous,” the woman finally whispered. “You have to be careful of him. I heard he has his own little circle somewhere and is in contact with some young girls. If you can find him, you might be able to find out more.”

"Where is his circle?" Huang Feipeng felt a glimmer of hope ignite within him, but he did not let this excitement show.

“There’s a bunch of young people somewhere in the city, maybe having a party.” Her eyes flashed with wariness and unease. “But I really don’t want to say any more. If you really want to know, go and see for yourself.”

Huang Feipeng felt a surge of excitement: "This is a crucial clue in my search for Xiaoyan!" But he realized he couldn't be too hasty and had to proceed cautiously. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm: "Thank you, I'm really grateful that you told me this."

The woman nodded slightly, a hint of relief in her eyes. Huang Feipeng knew that this secret was equally heavy for her; perhaps it was precisely because she was afraid of this dangerous circle that she chose to remain silent.

He chatted with her for a while longer, hoping to get more information from her, but the woman was clearly unwilling to delve deeper. In the end, he had no choice but to give up, bid her farewell, and leave with his mind full of thoughts.

Stepping out of the bar, the night breeze brushed his face, but Huang Feipeng's heart was like a boiling ocean. Reflecting on the clues he had just received, he decided to stop hesitating and find Ahui and the mysterious man she had mentioned as soon as possible. No matter the cost, he had to find out what was hidden behind Xiaoyan's disappearance.

“I need more detailed information,” he thought to himself, beginning to formulate his next plan. “I need to find out more information about that circle; perhaps I can find more clues there.”

He made a phone call to a friend he'd had some contact with in the city, though not a close one, but who knew a lot about bars. "Old Zhang, I need you to check out a certain circle for me, it might involve some young girls' gatherings." He tried to keep his voice calm so the other person wouldn't suspect anything.

"What do you want to investigate?" Old Zhang sounded somewhat confused on the other end of the phone, clearly not quite understanding his intentions.

"It might be related to some missing girls." Huang Feipeng described the situation as concisely as possible, omitting some details, but silently praying that he could get useful information.

"A missing girl? This is a big deal, we have to be careful." Old Zhang's tone suddenly became serious. "I will help you find out, but you have to be careful and not do anything rash."

"I will." Huang Feipeng nodded, his heart filled with gratitude even though the other person couldn't see him. Although Lao Zhang's message was slow, it was better than nothing. Just as he hung up the phone, he pondered how to proceed with the next move.

He decided to return to his rented place first, organize his thoughts, sort out the clues he had just obtained, and secretly devise his next plan. Although the night was deep, for Huang Feipeng, all of this meant a new beginning.

Back home, Huang Feipeng eagerly opened his laptop, trying to sort out the information he had just gathered. His fingers flew across the keyboard, words leaping across the screen, and the information before him gradually coalesced into a worrying picture.

"Xiaoyan and Ahui, that mysterious man, and those young girls," he murmured to himself, considering his next move. "If I can find Ahui, perhaps I can get more information from him."

In the stillness of the night, Huang Feipeng sat quietly at his desk, recalling the conversation he had just had. The woman's expression and Ahui's hesitation were all swirling in his mind. Every detail was driving his thoughts, and a mixture of unease and anticipation was building within him.

"I have to act quickly," he muttered to himself, realizing the urgency of the situation. He opened his phone, scrolling through the photos he had taken at the bar, and silently planning his next move.

Huang Feipeng stared at the flashing message on his phone screen, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness in his eyes. The sender was Lao Zhang, and he had a feeling that it might contain important information. He eagerly opened the message, and the information conveyed between the lines left him momentarily unsettled. Lao Zhang had written: "I found out about that circle you mentioned. There's a party tonight at a secluded bar. I heard there will be some new young girls there. Be careful."

This message struck him like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the darkness within him. An unprecedented sense of urgency surged within him, as if the gears of fate had turned in an instant. He knew this might be his only chance to find Xiaoyan. Deep within him, a yearning for the unknown raged, mixed with a fear of the potential dangers.

"How many untold secrets are hidden in this secluded bar?" he wondered to himself, his thoughts racing. "Could we really find clues in a place like this?"

He closed his eyes, countless possibilities flashing through his mind—what kind of people he might meet, or what kind of things he might experience. Excitement and unease intertwined, making it difficult for him to calm down. Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

"I can't waste any more time," he told himself, determined to act immediately. He quickly changed into a simple yet sharp black outfit, black seemingly becoming a symbol of the secrets and power hidden within him at that moment.

"I need to be prepared; perhaps I'll find some clues tonight." A thought flashed through his mind. He opened his wardrobe and pulled out a black coat from the back. He'd bought it from a street vendor; simple and unassuming, yet perfectly suited to conceal himself in the darkness. He put on the coat, feeling as if he were enveloped in an atmosphere of mystery.

Standing in front of the mirror, he carefully examined his appearance, silently reminding himself, "Stay calm, and don't give anything away." He told himself this in his mind; although he wasn't sure what unexpected things might happen tonight, he had to be prepared.