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

Huang Feipeng's eyes widened as he suddenly realized that the thin man might not be a passerby, but rather a participant closely involved in the situation. A surge of hope welled up within him—perhaps he still had a chance! If this stranger could pose a sufficient threat to the criminals, he might have an opportunity to escape, or even fight back.

The criminal clearly sensed the danger. He glanced coldly at the thin man, his gaze carrying a hint of contempt, but mostly wariness. Huang Feipeng noticed the criminal's body tense slightly, as if preparing for the next confrontation.

Huang Feipeng's heart pounded, and his mind raced. He knew this was a critical moment; the next actions of both the criminal and the gaunt man would determine the course of the situation.

Huang Feipeng's mind raced; the situation before him had become incredibly complex. His heart was still pounding, and his palms were sweating profusely. At that moment, he realized that his fate might no longer be entirely in his own hands, but rather being controlled by the chaos before him.

The air in the alley seemed to freeze, the only sounds the faint breathing and the low groans of the man in black lying on the ground. The gaunt man gripped a short stick, his eyes fixed on the criminal opposite him like a hawk. He was taciturn, clearly a man of action, but while agile, he didn't appear to possess overwhelming strength. The criminal in black, on the other hand, though somewhat underestimating his opponent, remained sufficiently vigilant.

Huang Feipeng shifted his body slightly, trying to adjust his position using the shadows and the angle of the room to avoid being seen by the criminal. His thoughts were clear—the situation might be out of his control, but he still had a chance. If the fight could distract the criminal enough, he might have an opportunity to counterattack, or even escape.

The fight outside seemed to have reached a tense stalemate. The gaunt man twirled the short stick in his hand, his movements agile, trying to find an opening, but the criminal was clearly no pushover. A mocking smile appeared on the black-clad criminal's face as he slowly walked towards the center of the alley, like a crouching beast, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

"Who are you? Why are you interfering?" the criminal finally spoke, his voice tinged with impatience, as if issuing an ultimatum to the gaunt man before him. The threat in his tone was unmistakable; he clearly didn't believe this man posed a real threat.

The thin man didn't answer, but instead gripped the short stick in his hand tightly, moving silently with his eyes fixed on the criminal's every move. Clearly, he had no intention of wasting time on a verbal argument.

Huang Feipeng was torn between anxiety and anticipation. He knew that every subtle change could determine the final outcome. He had to remain calm and wait for the perfect moment—the instant that could change the situation. Although the tension was almost suffocating him, he forced himself to focus on the situation at hand.

Finally, the thin man moved.

His movements were incredibly fast; almost the instant the criminal finished speaking, he pounced on him like a swift cheetah. The short stick in his hand swung with lightning speed, aimed directly at the criminal's neck, his attack fierce and relentless.

A flicker of contempt crossed the criminal's eyes as he swiftly retreated, dodging the fatal blow. At the same time, he drew a dagger from his waist, its sharp edge slicing through the air, aimed directly at the gaunt man's abdomen. The move was swift and decisive, clearly a deadly technique honed through years of combat experience.

Huang Feipeng's pupils contracted sharply; he clearly saw how skilled the criminal's movements were. This wasn't an ordinary street thug, but a true professional killer; every move he made was deadly precise and coldly calculated. Although the thin man was agile, compared to this chilling killing intent, he was clearly lacking in experience.

Surprisingly, the slender man remained calm. He was incredibly agile; just as the blade was about to strike, he rolled sharply to the side, using the dust on the ground to quickly create distance between himself and the criminal. His movements were clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation, clearly indicating he was well-prepared for this close-quarters combat.

"You think you can dodge this many times?" The criminal sneered, his expression growing increasingly sinister. He gave his opponent no more chance to breathe, brandishing his dagger and rapidly closing in, like a wolf whose patience had run out, he pounced on the thin man.

At that very moment, Huang Feipeng seized the opportunity.

Taking advantage of the criminal's complete focus on the gaunt man's duel, Huang Feipeng swiftly emerged from the shadows. His legs were brimming with power, and his entire body, like an arrow released from a fully drawn bow, leaped into the air, aiming straight for the criminal's back. He knew he couldn't match the criminal's strength, but if he could create a brief moment of chaos, he and the gaunt man would have a chance to join forces and subdue this dangerous enemy.

"Fall down!" Huang Feipeng roared inwardly, the syringe in his hand flashing again, pointing directly at the criminal's neck.

However, as if the criminal had eyes in the back of his head, he suddenly shifted his body to the side the instant Huang Feipeng lunged, causing Huang Feipeng to miss and fall heavily to the ground. But Huang Feipeng did not give up. He quickly got up from the ground, turned around, and faced the criminal again. At this moment, he was no longer afraid, but had transformed all his fear into a fighting instinct.

"Huang Feipeng!" the thin man hissed. Seeing Huang Feipeng suddenly join the fray, he quickly changed his strategy. He swung his short stick swiftly towards the criminal's side, attempting to deliver a fatal blow from behind. Caught in a pincer attack, the criminal's face darkened, but he remained calm and showed no sign of panic.

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment, all movements slowed down, and a tense atmosphere filled the air. Huang Feipeng and the gaunt man's combined attack complicated the situation, but the criminal was clearly a seasoned veteran of combat; every move he made carried a strong sense of pressure, leaving the two no room to breathe.

Huang Feipeng's heart pounded faster and faster. He could feel his breathing quickening, and every muscle in his body tensed, ready to face the next deadly attack. The criminal moved with lightning speed; each swing of the dagger in his hand carried a deadly glint, making it impossible to predict his next move.

However, Huang Feipeng knew very well that although they currently had a numerical advantage, if they couldn't find a suitable breakthrough, the battle would ultimately fall into the criminals' control. Every second of the stalemate was gradually draining their strength, while the criminals seemed to show no signs of fatigue whatsoever.