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

“Mr. Huang, there’s no need to hide. We don’t need these tricks between us.” Shadow Snake’s voice was deep and calm, with a hint of contempt. “Did you enjoy your meal?”

Huang Feipeng ignored him, continuing to chew on his grilled sausage, pretending to be nonchalant. In reality, his muscles were already tense, his fingers slightly clenched, ready to retaliate at any moment. Seeing that he didn't respond, Shadow Snake seemed amused, smiled slightly, and slowly approached.

"Do you know?" Shadow Serpent's voice was close to my ear, as if whispering, "I've been waiting for you to make your move. This transaction was just a small experiment." A cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Don't you think this game isn't exciting enough?"

Huang Feipeng slowly raised his head, meeting Shadow Serpent's gaze, his eyes as cold and hard as steel. He remained silent, simply staring at this strange and dangerous enemy. Shadow Serpent narrowed his eyes, seemingly assessing Huang Feipeng's reaction, and continued to provoke him, "Or... have you already given up? Do you think you can't catch me, or are you afraid?"

A flame ignited in Huang Feipeng's heart. He knew that Shadow Serpent was intentionally testing him, perhaps even trying to break through his defenses and expose his weaknesses. But he didn't fall for it. Instead, he revealed a cold smile and slowly said, "You are indeed very good at running away. Unfortunately, I don't mind waiting." He put down the half-eaten sausage, his eyes firm and sharp, making no attempt to hide his battle intent.

Shadow Snake paused for a moment, then laughed, "Looking at you... I really can't bear to let you go." His eyes suddenly changed, as if he was about to launch an attack. However, Huang Feipeng had anticipated his move and quickly adjusted his posture, becoming like a taut bowstring, waiting for the opponent's attack.

Their eyes clashed in the air, both prepared for a fierce battle. At that moment, the surrounding noise seemed to vanish, the world stood still, and their gazes, movements, and even breathing became intensely focused.

“Then I’ll play with you,” Shadow Serpent sneered, his figure flashing suddenly as the dagger in his hand slashed towards Huang Feipeng’s shoulder with lightning speed, almost too fast to catch. But Huang Feipeng was prepared, quickly sidestepping and striking Shadow Serpent’s chest with his elbow. Shadow Serpent was slightly knocked back half a step by the blow, a subtle mixture of admiration and annoyance flashing in his eyes.

Shadow Serpent struck again, his movements light and swift, his moves carrying a chilling, oppressive killing intent. Huang Feipeng knew that each of his attacks was a probe, an attempt to find his weakness. Huang Feipeng focused his attention on every single moment, not missing a single detail. He was waiting, waiting for his opponent to show even the slightest opening.

"It seems you enjoy this cat-and-mouse game," Huang Feipeng said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Shadow Snake smiled slightly, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Mr. Huang, do you think this is just a game? In the end, you may not know what you are really chasing."

Huang Feipeng felt a slight jolt in his heart. Shadow Snake's tone gave him a vague premonition, as if this confrontation concealed a deeper intention. He didn't show any emotional fluctuation, but instead focused his attention even more intently on observing Shadow Snake's actions. Shadow Snake seemed to sense his vigilance, let out a cold snort, and attacked again.

The sounds of fists and feet clashing, and daggers clashing, rang out again. The two figures moved like lightning through the narrow streets, their fierce confrontation stirring up the once quiet neighborhood with a palpable tension. Shadow Snake's attacks grew increasingly ferocious, as if he wanted to completely crush Huang Feipeng in a short time, but Huang Feipeng did not back down, remaining steadfast as a mountain, skillfully deflecting every attack from Shadow Snake.

In a fierce exchange, Huang Feipeng seized upon Shadow Snake's slight mistake and swiftly counterattacked, cornering him against the wall. Shadow Snake, unprepared for such a predicament, flashed a look of surprise and resentment in his eyes. He panted heavily, looking at Huang Feipeng with a slightly upturned, meaningful smile, as if some unfulfilled ambition remained.

"The real show is just beginning," Shadow Snake said softly, his tone laced with sarcasm and amusement.

Huang Feipeng felt a chill run down his spine; his intuition told him this wasn't Shadow Serpent's full plan. Just then, the roar of an engine suddenly came from afar, followed by several beams of bright headlights shining from the end of the dark alley, illuminating their surroundings as if it were daytime.

A black sedan screeched to a halt, and several tall men stepped out, guns in hand, their faces cold and indifferent. They were clearly reinforcements from Shadow Serpent. Huang Feipeng quickly assessed the situation, realizing the area was sealed off and his escape route was almost completely cut off.

Shadow Snake leaned against the wall, panting, a satisfied smile on his face: "Looks like this time, you'll finally have to pay a price." With a wave of his hand, several men immediately formed a semi-encirclement and slowly approached Huang Feipeng.

Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, his eyes remaining calm. He felt no fear, but rather a strange excitement welled up inside him. Being surrounded like this was a common occurrence in his training, and surviving in dire situations was one of his greatest strengths. He slowly scanned the people around him, secretly calculating the possibilities for a counterattack.

Huang Feipeng stood in the center of the encirclement, surrounded by sniper rifles aimed at him, the air thick with tense killing intent. He glanced around; Shadow Snake's cold laugh and his men's icy gazes seemed like a giant net tightening, forcing him step by step into a corner.

This intense standoff left him momentarily disoriented. A memory, seemingly from another world, inexplicably surfaced—the days when he was a child. The carefree fields, his figure running in the setting sun, the gentle breeze blowing against his face—all shone brightly in the depths of his memory. Back then, he would climb the old tree in front of his house, touching the dappled shadows cast by sunlight filtering through the leaves, feeling the vibrant life within. He remembered the laughter of running freely with his friends, hiding during hide-and-seek, lying on the grass after playing until tired, gazing at the clouds, imagining their myriad shapes… Everything was simple and pure then; happiness was like a readily available gift, easily attainable, requiring no price.

He blinked gently, burying these warm memories deep in his heart, and then refocused all his attention on the situation before him. He was no longer that naive young boy, but a well-trained hunter who had experienced countless life-or-death trials.

"Huang Feipeng, what are you daydreaming about? Are you having second thoughts?" Shadow Snake's voice interrupted his thoughts, its cold and mocking tone clearly a deliberate provocation.