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

As soon as Huang Feipeng stepped out of the room, he felt a chill wash over him, as if foreshadowing the unknown that lay ahead. He hopped on his motorcycle and sped through the city night, the streetlights flashing past him, illuminating his determined gaze.

"I hope tonight will be fruitful," he encouraged himself, yet a sense of unease lingered. He kept replaying the woman's expression and the clues she had revealed in his mind, and the invisible pressure in his heart grew heavier. At this moment, he was no longer the carefree idler, but a seeker of truth.

As the motorcycle engine roared to life, a thought flashed through Huang Feipeng's mind: "What if something unexpected happens tonight? How will I face it?" He couldn't help but think of the missing girls, of Xiao Yan, and of her sweet smile. Huang Feipeng couldn't bear not trying; the obsession in his heart made him resolute.

Finally, he arrived at the bar that Lao Zhang had mentioned. It was a dimly lit and secluded place, seemingly shrouded in thick darkness. The bar's entrance was inconspicuous, hidden under neon lights. Huang Feipeng hesitated slightly, adjusted his breathing, and silently told himself, "I must stay calm."

The moment Huang Feipeng pushed open the door, a burst of loud music hit him, jarring yet alluring. He paused briefly at the doorway, looking around. The bar's interior was rather understated, with dim lighting spilling into every corner, and the air thick with the mingled scents of alcohol and smoke, as if everyone was concealing their secrets.

He walked slowly through the bar, trying to find someone connected to Xiaoyan, hoping to find a clue. The patrons at every table seemed dazed, and Huang Feipeng felt an invisible pressure. He wondered to himself, "What are these people searching for, and what are they running away from?"

As he wandered aimlessly, Huang Feipeng's gaze was drawn to a corner. Several young girls sat there, laughing and creating a lively atmosphere. He unconsciously moved closer, but a vague unease crept into his heart: "Just how many stories are hidden in this place?"

He observed their actions and noticed that one of the girls seemed particularly wary of her surroundings, frequently glancing around. A thought struck Huang Feipeng: "Perhaps she knows something." So, he mustered his courage and stepped forward.

"Hey, hello." He smiled slightly, trying to build rapport. "I'm new here and wondering what's so special about this place."

Several girls cast curious glances at him, especially the girl with short hair and delicate features, who seemed somewhat interested in him. "It's quite lively here, would you like something to drink?" she asked with a mischievous smile, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"Actually, I want to find out some things." Huang Feipeng suppressed his nervousness and spoke frankly, "I heard there are some gatherings of young girls here, and I want to see if I can find any clues."

The girls' laughter abruptly stopped, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. They exchanged glances, seemingly communicating with their eyes. A flicker of wariness crossed the short-haired girl's eyes, but she quickly masked her emotions and smiled slightly: "We don't know much about this. You've come to the wrong place, haven't you?"

"I just want to help some friends." Huang Feipeng leaned forward slightly, trying to convey that he had no hostile intentions. "Have you heard of Xiaoyan? I'd like to know what's been going on with her lately."

An indescribable expression crossed the girls' faces. The short-haired girl's eyes dimmed instantly, as if Huang Feipeng's words had touched a sensitive nerve. "Xiaoyan... she's a very lovely person," she said softly, a hint of regret in her voice.

"Do you know where she is?" Huang Feipeng felt a sense of urgency, trying to find more clues from their expressions.

“I heard she’s been acting strange lately, like she’s been getting close to a man.” The short-haired girl hesitated, a hint of unease in her eyes. “This man is a bit dangerous, and none of us want to have too much contact with him.”

"Do you know who that man is?" Huang Feipeng asked, a surge of anger and resentment rising within him. "I must find Xiaoyan; she must be safe."

“We’ve only heard a little bit about it…” The short-haired girl’s voice trembled slightly, as if she was trying hard to recall, “That man always wore black clothes, and when he was with them, his eyes looked particularly strange, like he was staring at his prey.”

Huang Feipeng was secretly startled, almost certain that the short-haired girl in front of him was referring to Ahui. "Black clothes? Where is he? Have you seen him?"

“I…I don’t really know.” The short-haired girl seemed a little lost, her eyes starting to flicker. She seemed to be struggling internally, but finally shook her head: “We’ve only heard that he holds parties somewhere, and usually very few people dare to go near him.”

"I need to know the address of that party!" Huang Feipeng's anxiety grew stronger, and he was almost losing his mind. But he knew that acting impulsively was not the way to solve the problem.

The short-haired girl looked at his expression and seemed to sense his anxiety. After a moment of silence, she finally said, "I can tell you, but you must promise me that you will be very careful."

"I will." Huang Feipeng felt a surge of excitement, secretly anticipating this clue. "Please tell me."

A surge of fervor and anxiety welled up within Huang Feipeng. The news of the abandoned factory was like a match, igniting a spark of hope within him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Although there wasn't much time left to consider the possible consequences, he knew he had to act swiftly. He turned and gently waved goodbye to the group of girls, silently reciting Xiaoyan's name, as if it were his only motivation.

Stepping out of the bar, the stars in the night sky were faintly visible, and the city's hustle and bustle was gradually drowned out by the sound of the door closing behind him. Huang Feipeng thought to himself, "Xiaoyan, you must be safe and sound. I will do everything I can to find you." He quickly returned to his motorcycle, deciding to go find Lao Zhang first and seek his help. Lao Zhang had been in this circle for many years and undoubtedly knew more about the inner workings of nightlife and its hidden aspects than Huang Feipeng himself.

The moment he started his motorcycle, Huang Feipeng's thoughts raced once more. He recalled the short-haired girl's eyes, the complex emotions revealing a hidden worry and unease that strengthened his resolve. To him, the missing girl was no longer just a cold, hard number, but a vibrant life, reflecting the hopes and despair of countless families. He silently vowed never to allow such a thing to happen before his eyes again.