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

"Not the right time?" Huang Feipeng's brows furrowed even deeper, a sense of invisible frustration washing over him. As someone who had long lived in perilous situations, he was accustomed to controlling the situation, to finding a breakthrough in chaos. Yet, the old man before him seemed to maintain an air of complete ease, as if everything was under his control, yet he remained completely elusive.

“You know what? All of this has surprised me.” Huang Feipeng confessed, his confusion and anxiety almost overflowing. “I thought I was just involved in an ordinary dispute, but now… I feel like I’m being dragged into a much bigger conspiracy.”

The old man smiled slightly, seemingly unmoved by Huang Feipeng's anxiety. "Life is always full of surprises, especially when you think you've seen through everything, you often find that what you've seen is just the tip of the iceberg."

Upon hearing this, Huang Feipeng remained silent for a moment. His thoughts were still in turmoil, but the old man's calm demeanor offered him some comfort. He knew the old man before him was hiding many secrets, but in this perilous moment, he had no choice but to choose to believe.

"What are you planning to do next?" Huang Feipeng asked, trying to keep his voice calm. He didn't like this passive feeling, but he had to plan his next move.

The old man stood up and slowly walked to one side of the warehouse. He gently parted a tattered curtain, revealing a narrow passage. "We'll hide here for now. Once those people lower their guard a bit, we'll figure out a way to leave. As for your question, I'll answer it when the time is right." After saying this, the old man turned to look at Huang Feipeng, his eyes filled with implicit trust.

Huang Feipeng nodded, though his mind was still filled with doubts, he knew now was not the time to press for answers. He silently walked to the other side, sat on a worn-out wooden crate, and began to regulate his breathing. He felt that today's unexpected events were far from over, and the road ahead would surely be even more perilous.

Time seemed to slow down in the dimly lit warehouse, a heavy silence hanging in the air. Huang Feipeng closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure from the chaotic chase, but the scenes that had just unfolded kept replaying in his mind. Every detail, every exchange, was etched into his memory, impossible to erase.

Huang Feipeng sat on the worn-out wooden crate, adjusting his breathing. Although his body had gradually recovered from the intense fatigue, his heart was still churning. The escape he had just experienced and the old man's vague answers were making it increasingly difficult for him to let go. The stale smell permeating the air felt like an invisible pressure, gradually tightening his nerves.

Just as he was trying to relax for a moment, a sudden commotion erupted outside. Huang Feipeng immediately stood up alertly, pressing his ear against the warehouse door to listen carefully to the sounds outside. He could hear faint shouts, as if people were arguing. Then, accompanied by a dull thud, the footsteps became chaotic, clearly indicating some kind of conflict.

Huang Feipeng's heart sank; the situation outside the warehouse was clearly dire. Although they were currently in a relatively secluded location, a fight outside could easily attract more attention. Especially their enemies who were chasing them; if they followed the commotion and found their way here, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He quickly turned to look at the old man and asked in a low voice, "It seems like something's happened outside. There might be a fight. Should we go somewhere else?"

The old man remained seated in the worn-out wooden chair, his expression unwavering, as if the commotion outside had nothing to do with him. He gently shook his head and said calmly, "Don't panic. What's happening outside is none of our business. What we need most right now is patience."

Huang Feipeng frowned. Although the old man's words made sense, he still couldn't completely shake off his worries. He pressed his ear against the door again, trying to hear more clearly. The arguing outside grew more intense, interspersed with the sounds of things falling, followed by several hurried footsteps, like several people running quickly.

He held his breath, wondering whether he should peek out. He knew that such a rash action might disrupt the old man's plans, but he was even more afraid that unknown dangers might suddenly befall them.

"These people... don't look like ordinary passersby." A hint of doubt flashed through Huang Feipeng's mind. He had experienced countless dangerous situations in these streets and alleys, and he could almost instinctively sense that the fight outside was more than just a simple argument. There was a familiar sense of danger in those voices, just like the group of burly men they had encountered on the street before.

"Why don't we go out and take a look?" Huang Feipeng suggested in a low voice. "If there's any trouble outside, we should at least be prepared in advance."

The old man continued to look at him calmly, and after a moment of silence, he spoke: "Sometimes, the more you know, the more trouble you get. You'd better focus on the present."

Huang Feipeng felt his patience rapidly dwindling. Although he understood the old man's caution, the current situation made him increasingly restless. The sounds seemed to be getting closer and closer; he could even hear the heavy breathing of several people fighting.

"What if someone actually discovers us?" Huang Feipeng couldn't help but ask.

The old man squinted slightly, pondered for a moment, and finally stood up. He walked to the other side of the warehouse, casually pulled back an old curtain, revealing a hidden little window. Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stepped forward, leaning over to look outside through the narrow gap.

Through the dim streetlights, he saw two men entangled, wrestling fiercely. A tall man was pinning down a slightly thinner man, his fists landing heavily on the latter's face, while the thinner man was clearly struggling, flailing his arms wildly in an attempt to block the attacks.

“They’re not ordinary thugs.” Huang Feipeng narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the two men’s movements. His intuition told him that these two fighters had received professional training. Although they looked like ordinary people, their precise punches and footwork clearly indicated an unusual background.

“These people might be connected to the group that’s been chasing us,” Huang Feipeng said in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the chaotic fight. He felt an ominous premonition slowly approaching, as if an invisible black mist was swirling above their heads.