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

The old man nodded slowly and sat down. Although he appeared calm on the surface, Huang Feipeng could sense that he remained highly vigilant, as if ready to deal with any new threat at any moment.

"Who exactly are you?" Huang Feipeng asked.

Huang Feipeng stared at the old man before him. A heavy silence filled the teahouse. The air seemed heavier than usual, each breeze carrying an undercurrent. Although he had just repelled those menacing men, his unease hadn't subsided; instead, it had grown stronger. He had a vague premonition that this was far more than a simple street dispute.

The old man sat opposite him, his hands clasped on the table, his expression unusually calm. His sharp eyes were fixed on Huang Feipeng, as if they could see right through him to the depths of his anxiety and doubt. Huang Feipeng couldn't help but recall the old man's earlier display of skill—the speed, the precision of his movements—which were far beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. At this moment, although he appeared outwardly calm, alarm bells were ringing in Huang Feipeng's mind.

"Why are you being hunted?" Huang Feipeng finally broke the silence, his tone inquiring. He needed to know who this old man was and why he had attracted so many enemies. His intuition told him that getting involved further might bring considerable trouble, but he was already in a bind and couldn't easily extricate himself.

The old man was silent for a moment, his gaze seemingly drifting into the distance, as if recalling something. After a while, he slowly spoke: "I am a fugitive, always on the run... Over the years, they have never stopped hunting me."

Huang Feipeng remained silent, waiting for the other person to continue explaining. He knew the old man seemed unwilling to reveal too much easily, but at this moment he needed to know the truth, at least to understand the magnitude of the risks he was facing.

The old man said in a low voice, “I was once… an extremely important person, belonging to no one side. I once thought I could protect myself with my own power, but the result was the opposite.” He smiled, a smile tinged with self-mockery and helplessness. “Later, I discovered that everyone wanted to kill me, and sometimes I couldn’t even understand why.”

Huang Feipeng frowned slightly. The old man's words, though simple, subtly revealed more complex information. The enemies hunting him down were no ordinary gangsters or thugs; they had come prepared, and might even have a more powerful force behind them. This made him increasingly cautious, and his anxiety deepened.

"So, what exactly are they after?" Huang Feipeng stared at the old man, trying to find some clues from his expression. Everything the old man said was ambiguous, as if he was deliberately hiding some crucial parts.

The old man sighed, a hint of weariness in his eyes. "That was a long time ago. The specific reason isn't important; what's important is that my existence was a threat to them. So, wherever I went, someone would relentlessly pursue me."

Huang Feipeng felt his heart begin to race, and a tightness gripped his chest. The old man's past was clearly a huge mystery, one that not only concerned the old man's life or death but could also implicate him. Although Huang Feipeng was usually quick to intervene and help those in need, this situation seemed unlike any street conflict he had ever faced, and its complexity left him somewhat bewildered.

He felt the scales of his conscience begin to tip. Continuing to help this man might plunge him into trouble he couldn't control, but if he stood idly by and let the old man die, his conscience wouldn't allow it. Thoughts raced through his mind, and he knew he had to make a decision.

Just then, hurried footsteps and whispers outside the teahouse interrupted his thoughts. Huang Feipeng's eyes sharpened instantly as he looked towards the entrance. Several suspicious figures appeared on the street, their eyes sinister, seemingly searching for something, glancing around and occasionally exchanging hushed conversations.

"They're here." The old man's voice was low and cold, as if he were already used to the danger before him.

Huang Feipeng's heart sank, and his body tensed instantly. He instinctively clenched his fists, a strong sense of unease rising within him. He knew that if these people came in, a chaotic brawl would likely be unavoidable, and in that situation, an accident might be imminent.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He had to come up with a solution quickly, but a sense of anxiety clung to him like a shadow. If he lost control of the situation and the fight got out of hand, innocent bystanders could easily be dragged into it. He always feared this situation most, especially since there were several customers and the teahouse owner in the room; a slight misstep could lead to irreversible consequences.

“We have to leave,” Huang Feipeng said to the old man in a low voice, his tone firm and urgent. He had realized that staying here would only increase the possibility of innocent people becoming victims. Regardless of the old man's identity, the only thing he could do now was to get as far away from these people as possible and move the conflict to a place with fewer people.

The old man didn't say much, only nodded slightly in agreement. Huang Feipeng quickly looked around and located the back door of the teahouse. He took the old man's wrist and walked briskly towards the back door. Despite his age, the old man's steps were still light and steady, without the slightest hesitation.

They had just left the back door of the teahouse when footsteps sounded behind them, clearly indicating that their pursuers had become aware of their movements.

"We can't delay any longer." Huang Feipeng's heart pounded faster and faster, a sense of tension rising within him. He knew all too well that this chase could bring unpredictable dangers, and might even spiral out of control into a disaster. What he feared most was the current situation; any slight misjudgment could trigger a series of fatal consequences.

The two quickly made their way through the alley. Huang Feipeng remained vigilant, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, searching for any place where he could temporarily take refuge. The footsteps grew closer; he could almost feel the breath of his pursuers. The oppressive feeling was like a boulder pressing down on his shoulders.

“There’s an alley ahead, let’s go in,” Huang Feipeng whispered to the old man. He quickly turned into a narrow alley, with the old man following closely behind him.

However, as soon as Huang Feipeng stepped into the alley, his heart sank – two burly men stood at the other end of the alley, armed with weapons, clearly having been lying in ambush for a long time.