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

He knew that luck alone was far from enough to survive in this perilous situation. He had to analyze the situation calmly and look for opportunities.

"Xiaofei, what are you thinking about?" Xiaoxue noticed his deep thought and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, her eyes showing concern.

“I’m thinking, maybe we can find out where these people came from,” Fei Peng said in a low voice, his gaze resolute. Although he was still somewhat uneasy, he knew that only action could change the situation. He had to seize every opportunity to find a way out.

"What do you think their background is?" Xiaoxue's voice carried a hint of doubt, as if she didn't fully understand Feipeng's thoughts.

His pursuers were his former friends. Fei Peng's reputation in the martial arts world was legendary, yet this glory had brought him endless hatred and jealousy. He didn't know that the brotherhood they once shared had been corrupted by money and power, turning friends into enemies. Just a few months ago, he was fighting alongside them; now, he had fallen to this state. Fei Peng's heart was torn apart, a deep pain spreading through him. He refused to believe that their past laughter and joy had become the reason for his current pursuit.

On the street, Fei Peng weaved through the bustling crowd. The surging people concealed his disheveled figure, but he knew his situation was precarious. Although anxious, his calm mind prevented him from panicking. Fei Peng remembered his father's teachings: a true martial artist, when facing danger, must remain calm, observe his surroundings, and look for opportunities. At this moment, Fei Peng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and began to recall fragments of his past. Perhaps these experiences could provide him with some ideas for coping.

He tried to find a safe place, away from his pursuers' sight. Fei Peng found a narrow alley at a corner and quickly slipped inside. He knew that although the pursuers behind him were fast, they wouldn't let him go easily. The alley was dark and narrow, filled with a suffocating smell of oil stains and neon lights. Fei Peng suppressed his tension and moved forward silently, the distant noise reaching his ears, occasionally punctuated by bursts of singing. At this moment, he was fighting not only for himself, but also for his fading ideals and beliefs.

Just when he thought he had temporarily escaped his pursuers' sight, he heard hurried footsteps beside him. Fei Peng's heart tightened, and he immediately held his breath, moving closer to the wall and shrinking back as much as possible. At this moment, the shadows in the alley became even denser, as if even the air had become incredibly heavy. He could feel the approaching presence of his pursuers, and a strong sense of crisis surged up like a tide. In that instant, a pair of black boots appeared in his field of vision, and then, a figure flashed past, sweeping across the alley entrance like the wind.

Feipeng knew he couldn't hide any longer; only by confronting the enemy could he break this deadlock. He moved slowly forward, using the cover of night, and turned a corner, encountering a pursuer head-on. The pursuer was startled, then reacted, grinning maliciously as he lunged at Feipeng. Feipeng's heart skipped a beat; almost instinctively, he raised his hand to block, then launched a swift attack. After countless battles, every movement of Feipeng's was incredibly precise and effective; it was as if time stood still, and everything around him became mere background.

He kicked out with all his might, aiming straight for the enemy's abdomen. The enemy screamed and staggered backward. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fei Peng quickly moved forward, flipped over, and delivered a powerful punch to the enemy's face. The enemy groaned, caught off guard, and was knocked to the ground by Fei Peng's punch, his eyes filled with disbelief and rage. Fei Peng's face showed no pity or hesitation. He knew he had no way out and could only fight with all his might.

However, the brief victory brought him no peace. Footsteps approached in the distance, accompanied by low curses; his pursuers had spotted him. Feipeng had no time to think. He quickly fled the alley and headed straight for the main street. Neon lights shone brightly in the night sky, but Feipeng paid no heed to their dazzling display. The city's clamor surged towards him like a torrent, leaving him nowhere to escape.

His heart pounded like thunder, and images of his brothers-in-arms, who had once fought alongside him, now became his enemies, determined to kill him, flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but recall the days and nights they had fought side by side, the spirited young man he once was, as if it had just happened a short while ago. Huang Feipeng's heart was in turmoil, and the complex emotions made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Why did I do this?" he muttered to himself, but no one could answer. His emotions surged like a turbulent sea, a suffocating mix of anger and despair. Fei Peng understood that all of this was not accidental, but a trap set by fate.

Under the streetlights, his figure seemed swallowed by darkness, radiating helplessness and confusion. He struggled to remain rational, his mind replaying the clues of the past few months. Every detail swirled in his mind, trying to piece together a complete truth. Was it greed? Was it jealousy? Or did he simply have no true friends at all? He wondered to himself.

Just as Fei Peng was anxiously pondering, a screeching sound of brakes suddenly rang in his ears, followed by the flashes of several car headlights. Fei Peng instantly became alert, his heart tightening as he sensed a dangerous aura approaching. At that moment, he had no time to think; he could only instinctively dodge to the side. Several black SUVs sped towards him, their windows rolling down to reveal several grinning faces, staring at him like wolves.

"Huang Feipeng, don't even think about escaping!" A deep voice came from inside the car, laced with mockery and contempt, igniting a burning rage within Feipeng. He knew he had nowhere to run, and the despair and helplessness in his heart could no longer be contained. He felt a chilling killing intent surge towards him like a tidal wave, forcing him to make a choice.

Feipeng took a deep breath, looked up at the dazzling starry sky, as if bidding farewell to his past self. He realized that he could no longer run away as before; he had to face everything head-on. He steeled his resolve, clenched his fists, raised his chin, and walked resolutely towards the cars. Although outnumbered, Feipeng's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, like a lone wolf, fearless and determined to fight back.

"You want me? Then try!" Fei Peng shouted, his voice loud and firm, as if challenging fate itself. His figure cast a long shadow under the lamplight, and at that moment, his eyes were filled with courage and unyielding spirit. No matter how many enemies lay ahead, he would forge ahead and meet the challenge head-on. After all, wasn't this the same fighting spirit he had once possessed, fighting relentlessly until the very end?