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

At first, Huang Feipeng found the case unremarkable, even somewhat uninteresting—it was just an ordinary theft case. However, as the investigation deepened, he gradually discovered that things were not so simple. Zhao Yang was a newcomer to the business world, young but possessing extraordinary business acumen. His company, initially underestimated, rose to the forefront of the industry overnight thanks to a revolutionary technology. As a result, competitors became restless. Huang Feipeng gradually realized that a more complex web of interests lay hidden behind the theft case.

But the deeper Huang Feipeng went, the more suspicious things became. He started digging for clues in Zhao Yang's social media posts, but he always felt a strong force pulling him from behind, as if an invisible hand was controlling everything. Every deduction he made, every step he took closer to the truth, seemed to be precisely monitored.

It wasn't until a seemingly unrelated photograph appeared before his eyes that everything gradually became clear. In the photo, Zhao Yang was standing with an unidentified woman, smiling intimately. That woman was none other than Huang Feipeng's ex-girlfriend—Li Jiani, who had appeared in his darkest hour, offering him countless comforts and support. Her departure had plunged Huang Feipeng into deep confusion, but that past had long been a scar on his heart. Unexpectedly, she had become involved with Zhao Yang.

Huang Feipeng's heart sank; those once beautiful memories now seemed somewhat absurd. He didn't immediately contact Li Jiani, but decided to start with Zhao Yang. He began a secret investigation into Zhao Yang's background, gradually uncovering many of the young businessman's secrets. He discovered that Zhao Yang was not only involved in business competition but also had intricate connections with some underground forces.

One evening, Huang Feipeng received an anonymous phone call. A deep voice on the other end warned him not to investigate further, or he would pay a heavy price. Huang Feipeng sneered; the threat only fueled his interest. He decided to continue his investigation, determined to uncover the truth behind this turbulent game.

However, as the investigation progressed, Huang Feipeng began to feel himself caught in an invisible net. Every time he found a clue, it was deliberately cut off; sometimes even the most basic evidence was completely destroyed. Familiar faces began to turn strangers; some colleagues became indifferent, while others suddenly became overly enthusiastic, making Huang Feipeng extremely uneasy. Every step seemed to be manipulated, and he even began to suspect that a more powerful force was secretly controlling everything behind the scenes.

He found Li Jianni's residence but didn't find her. When he opened her diary, the densely written contents shocked him. In her diary, Li Jianni mentioned things she had to submit to, including her relationship with Zhao Yang. It turned out that Li Jianni wasn't entirely willing to be involved; she was well aware of the danger posed by the power behind Zhao Yang, but she was powerless to resist and ultimately had to make a choice—she was forced to join forces with Zhao Yang, using his power to protect herself.

Huang Feipeng was consumed by a mixture of anger and pain. He couldn't believe that the woman he once loved had colluded with dark forces for personal gain. But he knew that Li Jianni wasn't the real enemy; she was a victim trapped in this massive conspiracy.

Soon after, Huang Feipeng was informed that all the clues in the case pointed to a place he had never paid attention to before—the city's underground gambling dens. Zhao Yang's collusion with these underground forces had long surpassed ordinary business competition; behind him lay a complex chain of interests and a bottomless dark side. And this clue was precisely the connection between Huang Feipeng and Li Jiani's past relationship that linked this "theft case."

On a dark night, Huang Feipeng received a mysterious message guiding him to an abandoned warehouse in the city. When he arrived, the scene before him shocked him—the man he had always mistaken for an enemy stood at the warehouse entrance, a cold smile on his lips.

"Huang Feipeng, welcome to the end of the game."

Huang Feipeng's mind went blank, his heart pounding violently, each second feeling like it was tearing him apart. The warehouse lights flickered, a pungent, damp smell filled the air, and the place seemed abandoned for a long time, eerily quiet. The sudden figure that had appeared was so fast and powerful that he had barely had time to react. The feeling of being pressed to the ground robbed him of all his judgment for a moment; his head was slammed hard into the damp cement floor, the roughness and coldness numbing him.

"I told you, you'd fall into this trap sooner or later." The man's voice came from above him, contemptuous yet calm, carrying an undeniable threat.

Huang Feipeng's mind gradually cleared. Although he could barely move his limbs, his alertness remained. He slightly raised his head, his eyes scanning his surroundings, trying to find any opportunity to escape. However, the darkness made it impossible for him to judge distances, and made him feel that his situation was becoming increasingly dangerous. The man was standing not far from him, his silhouette in the shadows indistinct, yet he could feel a sense of oppression, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart.

“You shouldn’t have come here, Huang Feipeng,” the man continued, his voice filled with an irreversible sorrow. “If you don’t want to die, stay here obediently and don’t resist anymore.”

Huang Feipeng felt a chill run down his spine, as if a cold wind was spreading through his body. He took a deep breath, his mind racing. At this moment, what he needed was not a direct confrontation, but calmness, silence, and concealing all his reactions until he found an opportunity to break through.

He knew that the person before him was not Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang was merely a pawn in a game. The one truly controlling everything was the person hidden in the shadows. And Huang Feipeng's intuition told him that this person was not to be underestimated, but was far more dangerous, insidious, and unfathomable than Zhao Yang.

“Your game is too dirty.” Huang Feipeng finally spoke, his tone calm but unable to hide his anger and resentment. “I never thought I would stand on your side.”

"Oh? You think you've really chosen one side?" The man laughed, a hint of provocation in his voice. "You're just a pawn on the chessboard. Who told you to always be so arrogant?"