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

Just as he was feeling anxious, the old man suddenly spun around, leaped into the air, and kicked out with lightning speed, striking the last burly man heavily in the shoulder. The man screamed and was sent flying several meters away, crashing heavily into the wall before sliding to the ground, where he lay motionless.

Huang Feipeng was stunned. He had never seen such exquisite leg techniques before. This move was not only extremely fast, but also incredibly powerful. The old man landed lightly on the ground, showing no signs of fatigue, as if the series of movements he had just performed were nothing more than everyday routine.

"Let's go." The old man turned to Huang Feipeng and said, his tone decisive and leaving no room for doubt.

Huang Feipeng then came to his senses. He quickly nodded and rushed out of the alley with the old man. Although the shouts of pursuers could still be heard behind them, they finally managed to escape before the enemy regrouped.

The two ran through several alleys until the surrounding noise gradually subsided. Huang Feipeng stopped, his chest heaving. He couldn't help but look up at the old man, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Who exactly are you?" Huang Feipeng asked again, his tone full of doubt and confusion.

The old man did not answer immediately. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "My identity is not important. What is important is that we have been caught in an inevitable storm, and the source of this storm is far deeper than you can imagine."

Huang Feipeng frowned, his doubts growing stronger. However, he realized he had no way out; no matter how complicated the old man's past was, he had to face the challenges that lay ahead.

"Where do we go now?" Huang Feipeng asked.

The old man smiled slightly, a hint of mystery flashing in his eyes. "To a place you've never imagined, a place where we can temporarily escape danger."

Huang Feipeng followed behind the old man, his steps heavy. Although he was used to the exhaustion from his journey, today's encounter left him with a lingering sense of surprise and shock. He had initially thought he had simply stumbled upon an old man being chased, and that helping him would end the matter, but the situation had become increasingly complicated. Looking at the seemingly ordinary yet exceptionally skilled old man before him, he was filled with confusion and unease.

"Today feels like a dream," Huang Feipeng sighed inwardly. He recalled their previous encounters, each step like walking a tightrope, a single misstep could send him plummeting into an abyss. He had never imagined encountering such a powerful enemy in such a setting, and even the old man's mysterious identity remained a mystery to him.

"Are you... really just a fugitive?" Huang Feipeng couldn't help but ask again, his tone hesitant. He had too many unanswered questions, but right now there simply wasn't enough time to ask about every single detail.

The old man stopped and glanced at him sideways, his expression still serene. "A fugitive?" The old man chuckled softly, seemingly somewhat resigned to the label. "Perhaps, but you can interpret it as me running away from something from the past."

"Something from the past?" Huang Feipeng was puzzled, but he also vaguely sensed that the old man's past must be extraordinary. Every time he tried to uncover more of the truth, the old man would give vague answers and steer the conversation down a different path. Huang Feipeng's unease gradually intensified. He had only wanted to spend the day peacefully, but who would have thought that a chance encounter on the street would drag him into such a vortex?

As the two continued onward, Huang Feipeng's thoughts raced. He suddenly recalled the burly men he had knocked down, and the moment they had cornered him. He had never feared danger, having experienced all sorts of fights and crises, but today's situation was proving difficult to handle. The fear in his heart didn't stem from the enemy themselves, but from the feeling of being unable to control the current situation. Everything was changing rapidly, and he felt himself gradually losing the initiative.

"Have you noticed that things seem to be getting increasingly out of control?" Huang Feipeng finally couldn't help but ask tentatively.

The old man maintained his unhurried expression, as if everything was within his expectations. He smiled faintly and replied, "Uncontrollable? What in this world is truly controllable? All we can do is try our best to cope with unexpected changes."

Huang Feipeng was taken aback by these words, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him. He knew the old man might have a point, but he never liked this feeling of being out of control—it was so unlike his usual style. In the past, he always liked to be in control, planning every step meticulously, but today, things were unfolding so rapidly, as if giving him no chance to breathe or think at all.

They stopped at the end of a dark alley. The old man finally slowed his pace, seemingly contemplating his next move. Huang Feipeng looked around. The alley was dark and damp, filled with a musty, stale smell. The surrounding buildings were dilapidated, looking like a place that had been abandoned for a long time.

"Is this place... safe?" Huang Feipeng was filled with doubt. He disliked this oppressive environment, and even more so, he disliked this unfamiliar and unknown atmosphere.

"It's safe for now," the old man replied calmly, then gently pushed open a small door hidden in a corner. The space behind the door was cramped and dimly lit, seemingly an abandoned warehouse filled with cluttered wooden crates and dilapidated furniture.

Huang Feipeng's brow furrowed even more. As he entered the warehouse, his tension remained. He began to question whether he had made the wrong decision; following this mysterious old man, he seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss from which there was no return.

“Let’s rest here for a bit.” The old man walked straight to a wooden chair in the corner and sat down, his hands folded on his knees, as if this dark warehouse were a natural refuge. Huang Feipeng, however, remained standing at the door, hesitantly surveying his surroundings.

"Don't you think all of this is too strange?" Huang Feipeng finally couldn't help but ask, his tone revealing a hint of urgency and anxiety. "Ever since we escaped that teahouse, everything that's happened has felt off. Who exactly are those people chasing you? Why are they so relentless in their pursuit? And you... who exactly are you?"

The old man sighed softly, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. "I know you have many questions, Huang Feipeng." He looked up at Huang Feipeng, his gaze still deep and calm. "But there are some things you shouldn't know now, at least not at the right time."