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

Just then, Huang Feipeng's phone rang again. This time it was Wang Tao calling, and his anxiety instantly intensified. He pressed the answer button, his voice tinged with urgency: "Wang Tao, is there any new information?"

Wang Tao's voice sounded somewhat heavy on the other end of the phone: "Feipeng, after further investigation, we have discovered some new clues. It seems that some people are trying to interfere with the market through financial means, which may be related to Liu Ming's activities. But we are still confirming the specific details."

A sense of unease rose in Huang Feipeng's heart. He knew that this market-disrupting behavior could lead to more serious consequences. His thoughts raced, trying to find the best strategy to deal with the situation.

“Wang Tao, continue investigating these market-disrupting actions and find out their specific connection with Liu Ming. At the same time, maintain monitoring of related financial operations to ensure that any anomalies are detected promptly.” Huang Feipeng’s voice carried a hint of urgency and determination. “We must find a solution as soon as possible to prevent further impact on the market.”

Wang Tao agreed over the phone, and after hanging up, Huang Feipeng felt another wave of anxiety. He knew the situation had become more complicated, and he needed to find a solution as soon as possible. His thoughts raced through various possibilities and clues, trying to find a way to resolve the problem.

Huang Feipeng returned to his study, sat down at his desk, and tried to calm himself down. His gaze fell once again on the documents and materials, striving to extract useful information. He knew that despite the immense pressure, only through calm analysis and meticulous preparation could he find a real solution.

There were no other exits at the end of the alley ahead. The old man suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at Huang Feipeng, panting, his eyes filled with malice and despair. His hand reached into his sleeve again; clearly, there were other weapons.

"Don't move!" Huang Feipeng said coldly, assuming a defensive stance with his hands.

Huang Feipeng stared at the thin steel needle in the old man's hand, his heart pounding. He knew this wasn't just an ordinary needle; it was very likely coated with poison. If it struck, it could be fatal in a short time. A chill ran down his spine, and sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. Despite being a seasoned and determined criminal investigator, he couldn't deny the fear he felt in this hopeless situation.

"Calm down, Huang Feipeng, calm down," he silently reminded himself. He took a deep breath, forcing himself not to be intimidated by the situation. Although the criminal was insane, he had been cornered and was in the most dangerous situation. However, Huang Feipeng also knew that in this situation, if he was not careful, things could get out of control. He was afraid of a conflict breaking out in this narrow alley, especially since the other party was armed with a deadly weapon, and an accident could happen at any moment.

"You have nowhere to run!" Huang Feipeng shouted in a deep voice, trying to calm the other man down. "You can still drop your weapon now!"

However, there was no fear in the old man's eyes; instead, a vicious glint flashed within them. He gripped the steel needle tightly, his breathing rapid, his body trembling slightly, but that trembling carried a frenzied determination. Huang Feipeng could clearly sense that his opponent had entered a state of desperate resistance.

"What are you cops!" the old man suddenly rasped, his voice filled with hatred and disdain. "You'll never catch me! I won't let you leave here alive!"

Before he could finish speaking, the old man suddenly raised his wrist, the steel needle aimed straight at Huang Feipeng. Huang Feipeng reacted instantly, shifting his body sharply to the side and raising his hand to block. The needle grazed his arm, sending a chill down his spine. Although Huang Feipeng's arm wasn't pierced, he felt a sudden jolt of fear. His movement was a hair's breadth off; if he had been even half a second slower, his arm might have been poisoned.

Cold sweat trickled down Huang Feipeng's neck. He knew the situation had reached a critical juncture. The old man before him was like a trapped beast; once pushed to its limit, he might do anything insane. Huang Feipeng was terrified. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he were pricked by the poisoned needle, or even worse, if the old man accidentally injured someone in this narrow alley—the consequences would be unimaginable.

"We can't delay any longer, we must deal with him quickly!" Huang Feipeng's mind was clear, but that clarity was tinged with a deep sense of oppression. He clenched his fists tightly, constantly adjusting his posture in the confined space, searching for the best opportunity.

"You think you can escape?!" Huang Feipeng spoke again, trying to confuse the old man and also encouraging himself, "Your plan has failed, don't make any more futile struggles!"

The old man didn't respond. His breathing grew increasingly rapid, and the steel needle in his hand trembled slightly, as if gathering his last strength for a fatal blow. Huang Feipeng's eyes were fixed on the hand holding the needle, his heart pounding with tension. Every second felt like it was stretched out several times over; his mind was highly focused, and he could even clearly hear his own rapid heartbeat.

At that very moment, the old man's hand suddenly thrust forward, the steel needle striking Huang Feipeng's face with lightning speed. The thrust was swift as the wind, filled with frenzied power. Huang Feipeng's eyes widened, and he almost instinctively dodged to the side, but the needle's speed terrified him. He could only rely on the reflexes honed through training to quickly reach out and grab the old man's wrist, simultaneously shifting his body to the side to avoid a fatal blow.

Their movements occurred almost simultaneously. Huang Feipeng grabbed the old man's wrist, but the needle tip still grazed him with a cold light, lightly grazing Huang Feipeng's cheek and leaving a shallow bloodstain. The instantaneous sting made Huang Feipeng jolted, but he didn't let go. Instead, he increased his grip, holding the old man's wrist tightly and keeping the steel needle suspended in mid-air.

"Let me go!" the old man roared, struggling violently, his eyes flashing with madness and despair. He tried with all his might to break free from Huang Feipeng's control, the veins on his wrists bulging, his strength astonishing, beyond Huang Feipeng's expectations.

Huang Feipeng gritted his teeth, sweat streaming down his face, staining the wound where the steel needle had just grazed, causing a burning pain. He had no time to pay attention to that; all his nerves were focused on controlling the old man's hand holding the steel needle. In that instant, Huang Feipeng felt a profound sense of powerlessness. The old man's strength surprised him, while he himself felt his strength waning. The force on his wrist felt like it was about to slip out of his grasp; Huang Feipeng knew he couldn't hold on much longer.