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

She narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold smile appearing on her face, and said softly, "Huang Feipeng, you can't escape. You should know that we will track you down until you are exhausted."

Hearing her voice, a chill ran through Huang Feipeng, but he quickly composed himself, took a deep breath, and calmed himself. He knew that Meiying wouldn't give up easily, but he would never give up either. This chase in the autumn night seemed to have turned into a silent game, with him searching for a chance to survive in every move she made.

He suppressed his emotions with all his might, forcing himself to keep moving forward, his eyes sharp and focused. Then, he caught sight of a path in the distance, disappearing into the night, leading in an unknown direction. He gritted his teeth and, without hesitation, walked towards that path, silently praying that it would lead him out of his predicament and away from his dangerous pursuers.

Huang Feipeng arrived at a small general store in an alley. Although the store was small, it was well-stocked. The lighting was dim, and the old furnishings seemed to carry a sense of alienation. He paused slightly at the door, quickly scanned the surroundings, and only after confirming that there were no men in black following him did he breathe a sigh of relief and push the door open to enter.

A mingled aroma filled the shop—tobacco, tea, and the sweet scent of pastries, a chaotic yet familiar mix that stirred memories of peaceful times spent in similar alleyway shops. Back then, he didn't have to struggle for survival, nor did he need to constantly guard against enemies lurking in the shadows. He took a deep breath, banishing the memories, and walked to the shelf to look for bandages.

"Do you need anything?" Behind the counter, an older shop owner looked up, glanced at him, and seemed to have a hint of doubt in his eyes. Huang Feipeng's clothes were a little disheveled, with a few specks of dust on his cuffs, and there were some small wounds on his forehead. Such a appearance was indeed unusual, especially in this quiet little shop.

“A band-aid,” Huang Feipeng said in a low voice, trying to sound natural and conceal the tension in his eyes. He didn’t want to arouse any unnecessary suspicion, after all, there might still be enemies lurking behind him who could reappear at any time.

The shop owner frowned, nodded silently, took out a box of band-aids from a drawer under the counter, and handed it to him: "Use this. You look pretty disheveled. What happened?"

Huang Feipeng took the band-aid, forcing a smile. "I just tripped and fell, it's nothing serious." He gave a casual reply, trying to distract the shopkeeper, and quickly placed the money on the counter, whispering "thank you."

The shop owner's gaze lingered on him for a moment, as if he had seen through his disguise, but in the end he just sighed softly, didn't ask any more questions, and continued to sort out the goods.

Huang Feipeng walked out of the store with the band-aids in his hand, feeling a slight sense of relief, yet also a faint weariness. He leaned against the wall at the alley entrance, tore open the packaging, and applied the band-aids one by one to the small wounds on his arm and the back of his hand. Although the wounds weren't deep, each sting seemed to remind him of the danger he had just experienced, and the lingering tension deep within him.

"These minor injuries are really nothing..." Huang Feipeng muttered to himself, a hint of bitterness in his voice. He was used to this feeling of fighting alone, and used to giving his all without anyone to rely on. But he knew that these minor injuries and exhaustion would gradually accumulate, and sooner or later they would put him in a more fatal situation.

He finished applying the last bandage, stood up, and looked up at the gray night sky. The autumn wind brought a chill, gradually calming his mind. He knew that this brief rest was just a temporary respite; he still had a long road ahead, and countless dangers awaited him. The men in black who were hunting him wouldn't let him go easily, especially Phantom; her ruthlessness and cunning made him feel a heavy pressure.

"Feipeng..." He seemed to hear a call from the depths of his memory, his mother's gentle voice. The scenes in his memory were warm, while reality was cold and cruel. He took a deep breath, hiding a trace of weariness in his heart, and lifted his foot, preparing to leave the alley and continue his escape.

Just as he turned around, a familiar sound of footsteps came from the alleyway, carrying a hint of urgency and chill. His heart sank, and he stopped abruptly, his gaze hardening slightly. He knew these footsteps were not from passersby, nor from ordinary pedestrians—they were from the men in black!

Huang Feipeng quickly composed himself, casually stuffing the bandage box into his pocket. He then moved slowly towards the side of the alley, hiding in the darkness, holding his breath, and silently waiting for the approaching person to make a move. He slightly turned his head, his eyes cold and sharp, patiently waiting for his prey to approach like a hunter.

"He should be nearby. We just received word that this kid bought some band-aids, so he's obviously in this area," a man in black said in a low voice, his tone certain.

"Search thoroughly, don't miss any corner, and use force if necessary." Another voice rang out, cold and efficient, clearly the team's commander.

Huang Feipeng clenched his fists, silently vowing that he must not be exposed here. His gaze swept around, quickly assessing the best escape route. He knew he didn't have much time; any hesitation could lead to him being surrounded by these men in black and falling into an even more dangerous situation.

He moved his feet quietly, retreating into the depths of the alley, using the shadows to conceal himself, his mind completely calm. He knew that a direct confrontation would undoubtedly make the situation more dangerous; the only thing he could do now was to escape quickly and avoid being discovered.

The footsteps of the men in black grew closer. He held his breath, pressed himself against a wall, and tried his best to remain calm, his heartbeat gradually slowing. His gaze pierced through the gaps in the shadows, watching the men in black's movements, silently calculating their pace and search route.

“There’s no one here…” a man in black said in a low voice, sounding somewhat disappointed.

Another man in black frowned, clearly unwilling to give up. "This kid is very cunning. Everyone, stay vigilant and don't let your guard down!"

Huang Feipeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of the moment when the man in black relaxed his guard, he quietly moved and slowly retreated to the other side of the alley. Every step he took was extremely light, as if he had suppressed even the sound of the wind, trying to avoid any noise that might attract attention.

At the end of the alley was a narrow path leading to another street—his last resort. If he could get through it successfully, he could temporarily shake off his pursuers and gain a brief respite. He gritted his teeth, his mind resolute, his sharp gaze fixed on the path.