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

"You think this is the end?" Huang Feipeng roared, his voice filled with resentment and anger. "You underestimated me."

Huang Feipeng felt his strength slowly fading, especially when he was pinned to the ground by the criminals. That feeling of powerlessness was like a tightening rope, constricting his nerves. His breathing became rapid, his heart pounded, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind, each one making him feel extremely anxious.

"I'm not reconciled..." Huang Feipeng murmured to himself. He couldn't accept this defeat. Every time he went on a mission, he made thorough preparations, but now he was in such an awkward situation. He never imagined that he would be driven to this point by a cunning criminal. The man's eyes, that confident sense of control, seemed to be declaring to him: "All your efforts are in vain."

However, Huang Feipeng was not going to admit defeat easily.

His hand still gripped the now-useless syringe tightly, his mind frantically searching for any possible opportunity. The other man's grip was incredibly strong, pinning his arms down and making it difficult for him to move, while the criminal's knee pressed heavily on his back like an unyielding mountain. Huang Feipeng could even feel the other man's breath close to his ear; the chilling pressure almost suffocated him.

Just as despair began to rise in his heart, a sudden commotion outside broke the deathly silence of the alley.

"boom!"

Huang Feipeng was startled; it was the dull thud of a fist hitting flesh, followed by more sounds of fighting, as if two people were desperately battling outside. His heart pounded instantly, instinctively sensing that the situation outside had changed. The person who was suppressing him had also clearly noticed the commotion outside, pausing slightly as if hesitant.

opportunity!

A glint flashed in Huang Feipeng's eyes; he knew this was a golden opportunity. The moment the criminal's oppressive force weakened slightly, Huang Feipeng twisted his body sharply, using his elasticity and reflexes to flip sideways from the ground, breaking free of the oppression like an arrow released from a bow.

The criminal clearly hadn't expected Huang Feipeng to react so quickly and was momentarily caught off guard. Although his movements were swift, his response to the unexpected situation was slightly delayed. Seeing that Huang Feipeng had already rolled over and gotten up, the criminal leaped towards the doorway.

The instant Huang Feipeng stood up, his gaze pierced through the crack in the door, catching a glimpse of the scene outside. In the narrow alley, two men were locked in a fierce fight, their fists and feet flying. A man dressed in black was forcefully striking another, slightly thinner man. Although the latter was slender, he was extremely agile, skillfully dodging each attack and occasionally managing to seize an opening to retaliate.

The scene stunned Huang Feipeng for a moment. He had thought his situation was dangerous enough, but he hadn't expected others to be involved in the fight. The sounds of fighting echoed through the alley, each blow carrying the force of a brutal punch. Huang Feipeng instinctively wanted to rush over to help, but he knew very well that now was not the time to act rashly.

The criminals also saw the fight outside and were clearly taken aback by this sudden turn of events. The man who had been so confident earlier had now abandoned his self-assurance, his eyes warily fixed on the chaos in the alley. His brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of unease flickered in his eyes, as if this unexpected turn of events had disrupted his plans.

Huang Feipeng's heart was still pounding, but he knew this was his chance to turn the tide. He couldn't wait any longer; he had to seize this fleeting opportunity.

"Who are you?" the criminal asked coldly, his voice tinged with suppressed anger, clearly extremely dissatisfied with the situation outside. He walked to the door, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two fighting men, seemingly trying to determine their identities.

Taking advantage of the situation, Huang Feipeng quietly retreated to a dark corner inside the house. His breathing was still rapid, but he tried to calm himself down. He knew he couldn't rush out again; he had to wait for the best opportunity. The criminal clearly didn't want to act in the chaos, while he could use the confusion to adjust the situation.

The fight in the alley remained intense. Huang Feipeng could see that the two men were throwing punches with all their might. The sounds of the fight grew louder and louder, the footsteps and the thuds of fists mingling together, as if the entire alley had fallen into chaos. A tense atmosphere permeated the air; every second felt like a silent battle.

"Who exactly are they? What's their connection to this?" Huang Feipeng pondered to himself, his gaze constantly scanning the battle outside and the criminals. He knew he had to make a quick judgment—if the two men fighting were there to rescue him, then he needed to find the right opportunity to join forces with them and fight back. If they were just strangers passing by, then this chaos might just be a coincidence.

Just as Huang Feipeng was deep in thought, the criminal suddenly made a decision. He abruptly turned around, glaring in Huang Feipeng's direction, his eyes filled with coldness and murderous intent. He seemed to realize that continuing the entanglement might disrupt the entire situation due to unexpected changes, so he decided to deal with Huang Feipeng as soon as possible.

Huang Feipeng's heart was in his throat. He watched the criminal approach step by step, the dagger in his hand gleaming with a cold light, each step carrying an indescribable sense of oppression. The air seemed to thin, and every breath Huang Feipeng took felt like a countdown; the shadow of death lingered in his mind.

“Huang Feipeng, don’t think you can escape,” the criminal said in a low voice, his tone full of threat and coldness. “I’ve had enough.”

Huang Feipeng knew he had no other choice. He gripped the paralyzing syringe tightly again, his heart pounding so hard he could barely think. This guy's strength and speed far exceeded his expectations, and his gadgets could no longer offer him any real help.

The criminal's eyes were like cold, sharp blades, and the approaching footsteps were like the whispers of death. Huang Feipeng felt every nerve in his body screaming to escape, but he couldn't move; the fear and despair in his heart were almost consuming him.

At this critical moment, a piercing scream echoed from the alley, instantly shattering the tense atmosphere. Huang Feipeng and the criminal turned their heads almost simultaneously, their gazes fixed on the depths of the alley.

The man in black was knocked to the ground, his body slamming heavily onto the earth with a dull thud. His opponent, a thin man, stood coldly before him, a short stick in his hand, panting but with an unwavering gaze.