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

Huang Feipeng's heart sank, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He felt his blood freeze, and a chill ran from his feet to the top of his head. This sudden attack caught him completely off guard.

But years of training have given him an extremely high reaction speed in times of crisis. At the last second, he suddenly turned to the side, barely dodging the attack of the dark figure.

In the dim light, Huang Feipeng finally saw the attacker's appearance. It was a burly man with a ferocious smile on his face, holding a gleaming dagger in his hand.

"You can't escape." The man's deep voice was full of mockery, as if he had victory in his grasp.

Huang Feipeng remained silent, only staring coldly at the other man. He knew that at this moment, silence was more powerful than any words.

The man seemed somewhat displeased with Huang Feipeng's reaction. He licked his lips, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes: "What? Scared? It's not too late to beg for mercy now."

"Afraid?" Huang Feipeng suddenly laughed, his laughter filled with disdain. "You're not qualified."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Feipeng charged towards the man like an arrow released from a bow. He knew that in such narrow alleyways, speed and skill were the keys to victory.

The two instantly grappled, exchanging blows with heavy thuds. Huang Feipeng, relying on his extensive experience and agile skills, managed to hold his own against the man.

The alleyway was dimly lit, making it difficult to see each other's movements. Huang Feipeng seized an opportunity and punched the man hard in the stomach. The man groaned and staggered backward.

Huang Feipeng gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath, pressing his advantage with another fierce side kick that struck the man squarely in the chest. The man screamed and fell to the ground, the dagger in his hand falling to the side.

Huang Feipeng remained vigilant. He picked up the dagger, pointed it at the man, and asked coldly, "Who sent you?"

The man clutched his chest, breathing heavily in pain, but did not answer Huang Feipeng's question.

"Not going to talk?" A cold glint flashed in Huang Feipeng's eyes as he pressed the tip of his dagger against the man's throat. "Then don't blame me for being impolite."

The man was pale, his eyes filled with terror. He knew that if he didn't speak, the man before him would truly kill him.

“It’s…it’s Zhao Dehan…” the man said haltingly.

Upon hearing this name, Huang Feipeng felt a jolt. Zhao Dehan was the very person he had been investigating.

"Why did he want to kill me?" Huang Feipeng continued to press.

“Because…because you know his secret…” the man said with difficulty, “He knows you have evidence…”

Huang Feipeng understood. Zhao Dehan was trying to silence him.

"Who else?" Huang Feipeng continued to press.

The man hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head: "No... only me..."

Huang Feipeng looked at the man, his heart filled with doubt. He couldn't believe that Zhao Dehan had only sent this one person to kill him.

"You'd better tell the truth," Huang Feipeng emphasized.

The man said, trembling, "There really isn't any left... I swear..."

Huang Feipeng stared at the man for a long time, but ultimately chose to believe him. He knew that now was not the time to dwell on this issue.

He sheathed his dagger and turned to leave the alley. He knew he had to find Zhao Dehan as soon as possible and expose his crimes.

Stepping out of the alley, Huang Feipeng looked up at the sky. Night had fallen, and the city was brightly lit.

He took a deep breath, and with firm steps, walked into the distance. He knew that this battle had only just begun.

He dialed a number: "Hello, is this Hou Liangping? I have something important to report to you..."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone: "Huang Feipeng? You're still alive? I thought you were already..."

“I’m tough, I won’t die.” Huang Feipeng interrupted the other person. “Zhao Dehan wants to kill me to silence me. He knows I have evidence of his crimes.”

"What?!" The voice on the other end of the phone was filled with shock. "Where's the evidence? Are you safe?"

“I have the evidence, so I’m safe for now,” Huang Feipeng said. “I’m going to find you now and hand over the evidence to you in person.”

"Ok, I will wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Feipeng quickened his pace. He knew time was of the essence; he had to deliver the evidence to Hou Liangping as soon as possible to bring Zhao Dehan to justice.

Just as he reached an intersection, a black sedan suddenly sped out from the side and crashed straight into him...

The intense pain caused Huang Feipeng's vision to go black, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a hospital bed.

"You're awake?" a familiar voice called out.

Huang Feipeng turned his head and saw Hou Liangping.

"Old Hou..." Huang Feipeng said weakly, "Has Zhao Dehan been caught?"

Hou Liangping nodded: "They've caught him, thanks to the evidence you provided."

"That's good..." Huang Feipeng breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes.

He knew he could finally get some rest.

Several months later, Huang Feipeng was fully recovered and discharged from the hospital.

He returned to his job and continued his life.

However, after this incident, he became more cautious.

He knew that there were many people like Zhao Dehan in this world, hiding in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.

He must remain vigilant at all times to protect himself and those around him.

One evening, Huang Feipeng was walking home from get off work when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

He turned around alertly and saw a dark figure rapidly approaching him.

Huang Feipeng was startled and immediately took off running.

The dark figure was hot on his heels and was about to catch up with him.

Just then, a car suddenly drove by, blocking the dark figure's path.

Huang Feipeng seized the opportunity to escape and hid in a small alley.

He held his breath and listened carefully to the sounds outside.

After a while, the footsteps disappeared.

Huang Feipeng then cautiously walked out.

He looked up at the sky; night had fallen and the city was brightly lit.

He took a deep breath, and with firm steps, walked into the distance.

He knew that the battle was not over yet.

He must continue fighting to protect himself and those around him.

(End of the book)

Thank you all for your continued support. "You, Hou Liangping, Dare to Investigate Me?" has now officially come to an end.

The inspiration for this book came from the true story of a friend. He was an ordinary office worker who was unexpectedly drawn into a power struggle.

With his wisdom and courage, he eventually escaped the danger and brought the mastermind to justice.

His story inspired me greatly and gave me a deeper understanding of human nature.

I hope that through this book, more people will understand the darkness and cruelty of the workplace, and I also hope that it will inspire more people to bravely face challenges and never give up hope.

Finally, thank you again for your support, and I hope to see you next time!

(Bonus Chapter: Zhao Dehan's Confession)

The cold iron bars shut out the outside world. Zhao Dehan sat in his cell, his eyes vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

He never imagined he would end up like this.

He was once a spirited young man, full of dreams and hopes, who came to this city to make a living.

He worked hard and climbed the ranks step by step until he finally reached a high position.

However, as his power grew, so did his desires.

He began to embezzle and accept bribes, using his power to seek personal gain.

He thought he could get away with it, but he never expected that his secret would eventually be exposed.

He was arrested and imprisoned, his reputation ruined.

In prison, he felt like each day was an eternity, filled with remorse.

He began to reflect on his life and his mistakes.

He finally realized that everything he had been pursuing was an illusion.

True happiness is not about power and money, but about inner peace and tranquility.

He began to repent for his sins, hoping to be forgiven.

He wrote a long letter apologizing to everyone he had hurt.

He hopes that his repentance will serve as a warning to the world, so that people will not repeat his mistakes.

One day, a special visitor came to the prison.

It's Huang Feipeng.

When Zhao Dehan saw Huang Feipeng, he felt a mix of emotions.

He didn't know what to say, so he could only silently lower his head.

“Zhao Dehan,” Huang Feipeng said, “I’ve come to tell you that I have forgiven you.”

Zhao Dehan looked up, unable to believe his ears.

"You...you've forgiven me?"

“Yes,” Huang Feipeng nodded, “I know you’ve been blinded by desire. I hope you can reform yourself and start anew.”

Zhao Dehan's eyes welled up with tears.

He choked up as he said, "Thank you, Huang Feipeng. I will remember your words, reform myself, and start anew."

Huang Feipeng turned and left the prison.

He looked up at the sky; the sun was shining brightly, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

He took a deep breath, and with firm steps, walked into the distance.

He knew that there was still a long way to go.

He must continue to work hard to create a better future.

(End of the article)

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