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

"No, I can't let go! If I let go, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Huang Feipeng repeatedly reminded himself. He was afraid, truly afraid. He had never imagined that he would be fighting desperately with an old, decrepit criminal in such a narrow alley, and almost be at a disadvantage.

"Damn it!" Huang Feipeng cursed under his breath, then suddenly delivered a powerful knee strike to the old man's abdomen. The old man groaned, his body stiffening noticeably, and his strength momentarily weakened. Huang Feipeng seized the opportunity to increase his force, finally slamming the hand holding the steel needle against the wall.

"You're finished!" Huang Feipeng roared, his eyes flashing with cold light. He quickly snatched the steel needle with his other hand and slammed it to the ground. The slender steel needle made a crisp sound and rolled into the crack of the sewer next to him, disappearing without a trace.

A flicker of panic crossed the old man's eyes, followed by a chilling smile. His hands were still trembling slightly, clearly exhausted, but his indomitable malice remained. He panted heavily, his gaze fixed on Huang Feipeng with a dark intensity, like a trapped wild beast poised for a final, desperate counterattack.

Huang Feipeng knew that although he had a slight advantage, the old man would never give in easily. They were both desperate criminals, and once cornered, they would often react in the most extreme ways. He worried that the old man had other weapons or some hidden killing move. The alley was narrow, and there was no one around to help; this situation made Huang Feipeng's fear rise again.

He was afraid, not because he couldn't handle it, but because of the uncertainty. This pressure made his chest tighten and his breathing quicken. Huang Feipeng knew he had to seize control of the situation as quickly as possible; otherwise, he might lose the initiative in an instant, or even pay a far greater price.

"I won't give you a chance," Huang Feipeng reminded himself again. He steadied himself, his eyes sharp as knives, staring intently at the old man as he slowly approached. Every step was cautious yet threatening. He had to overwhelm the old man's psychological defenses, giving him no chance to breathe.

Huang Feipeng's breathing gradually calmed down, but the tension in his heart still lingered. He moved his arm slightly, and the wound on his cheek began to burn with pain, seemingly reminding him how close he had been to death. He endured all discomfort, maintaining a calm demeanor, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. He knew that if he relaxed even slightly, both he and the criminal would fall into an even more uncontrollable situation.

A few days earlier, Huang Feipeng had prepared a considerable amount of equipment before setting off, confident that he could accurately track and easily apprehend this cunning criminal. He brought a high-tech tracking device, along with specially made tear gas and mini handcuffs. Ironically, in this narrow alley, this equipment became a burden. He had no time to use it at all; the speed and tension of the situation far exceeded his expectations.

"These damn gadgets," he cursed inwardly, increasing the pressure on his hands. He knew the capture had reached a fever pitch, and any gadgets were useless in this extreme close-quarters combat. His only options were his fists and agile reflexes.

The old man was pinned firmly against the wall, the veins on his wrists bulging. He appeared exhausted, but the malice in his eyes remained undiminished. He gasped for breath, a sinister smile twisting his lips. "Thought you won, sir? Policeman?"

These words, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, pierced Huang Feipeng's ears. A sudden unease gripped him; the old man's tone instilled a sense of unease. Huang Feipeng forced himself not to think about it, but the seed of unease had already been planted, and every nerve in his body was taut.

"Shut up!" Huang Feipeng shouted sharply, his mind on high alert. He gave the old man a sudden push, pinning him even more firmly against the wall, his arms and body almost completely squeezing him to prevent any possible counterattack.

But the smile remained on the old man's face, like a harbinger of malice. Huang Feipeng couldn't help but think of the old man's previous cunning and numerous escapes. Each of his captures was almost perfect, yet this criminal always managed to slip through the net of justice unnoticed. Did he have some other trick up his sleeve? Or had he already laid a trap? Huang Feipeng clenched his fists, cold sweat seeping down his back.

"You think I'll just surrender?" The old man's hoarse voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of defiance. He grinned, revealing a few yellowish-brown teeth, a strange light gleaming deep in his eyes, as if harboring some hidden plan. His voice trailed off, seemingly tinged with mockery, "You really think...you can really catch me?"

Huang Feipeng's unease intensified; his intuition told him that the old man was stalling for time. He clenched his fists, trying to suppress his anxiety. At that moment, he suddenly remembered the unused items in his pouch: a high-tech tracker, small handcuffs, and even some spare tranquilizer darts for emergencies.

"Maybe..." A thought suddenly flashed through Huang Feipeng's mind.

He quickly reached for a small tranquilizer dart at his waist, which he had prepared to use in case the suspect resisted extremely. Although it hadn't been used before, he now realized this might be his last chance to stabilize the situation. The criminal before him was appallingly cunning, and brute force alone wouldn't be enough to prevent him from retaliating.

Huang Feipeng seized the opportunity, swiftly drew the tranquilizer dart, and plunged it into the old man's neck. At that moment, the old man clearly sensed Huang Feipeng's action and tried to resist, but it was too late. His body convulsed for a split second, then his strength gradually vanished, leaving him limp and powerless.

Huang Feipeng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the other party's resistance had completely weakened. The old man lowered his head, as if he had lost his support, and slumped against the wall, his gaze becoming unfocused. However, the cold smile on his lips still lingered, as if foreshadowing some unfinished conspiracy.

"What on earth is he laughing at?" Huang Feipeng frowned, his unease still lingering. He stared at the semi-conscious old man, sensing that things weren't so simple. Years of experience chasing criminals made him instinctively wary; this man was no ordinary opponent.

Huang Feipeng pushed the old man to the ground, casually took out handcuffs from his waist bag, and firmly cuffed the old man's hands. Even after doing this, he still didn't feel the ease of victory; instead, he became increasingly tense. He quickly looked around; the narrow alley was still deserted, with only some household garbage scattered in the corners. The quiet of the town now felt eerily unsettling.