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

Huang Feipeng felt cold sweat trickling down his back, his heart beating rhythmically to keep him calm. He knew that in this silence, his opponent might have already located him, and his only chance of winning was to break this balance and launch a surprise counterattack.

Just then, a ray of light flashed in the distance, instantly illuminating the other person's face. Huang Feipeng's heart sank. It was a face he knew all too well; the person was an old acquaintance, even a former partner. They had fought side by side in countless missions, facing life and death together, but now, they stood on opposite sides.

Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, his eyes cold and icy. The other person's figure gradually emerged from the shadows, those cold and deep eyes staring at him with a hint of mockery, a half-smile. The atmosphere between them was like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment, unleashing a bloody storm.

"Long time no see, Feipeng." The other person's voice was deep and cold, as if carrying a deliberate sense of distance.

Huang Feipeng sneered, a hint of barely perceptible anger in his voice: "Yeah, I didn't expect to see you in a place like this."

"Isn't this exactly what you wanted to see?" the other person said casually, but a glint of something unfathomable flashed in their eyes. "I always knew you would find this place."

Huang Feipeng slowly released the dagger in his hand, seemingly weighing something. "You knew I was coming to find you, so why did you leave traces? Or were you deliberately trying to lure me here?"

"Clever." The other person raised the corners of their mouth, a hint of mockery in their eyes. "Unfortunately, your cleverness couldn't save your partner."

A surge of anger welled up in Huang Feipeng's heart like a tidal wave. His brothers, who had fought alongside him, had fallen one after another in the enemy's conspiracy, and the man before him—whom he had once thought was a friend, a close confidant—was actually the mastermind behind everything. A flash of rage crossed Huang Feipeng's eyes, and his clenched fists trembled slightly, as if he wished he could tear the man before him to shreds.

However, he knew he couldn't let anger control him. His opponent's strength was not to be underestimated, and this duel was very likely a carefully laid trap. His composure was his only advantage.

"What exactly is the purpose of your doing this?" Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down. He stared at the other person, trying to see something in those eyes, but the other person's eyes were as deep as an abyss, and he could not see a trace of the truth.

"For what?" The other person smiled, a smile so cold it sent chills down one's spine. "What do you think I would do this for? Power, money, status—these have never been things I care about."

Huang Feipeng was stunned for a moment. The other person's words revealed a kind of crazy obsession, which made him feel a chill down his spine.

"Feipeng, why do you always think that this world is only black and white, right and wrong?" The other person slowly took a few steps forward, staring intently at him. "This world has never been as simple as you think. After all these years, haven't you seen it clearly yet?"

Huang Feipeng fell silent. His heart was being torn apart by a complex mix of emotions, and memories of the past flashed through his mind. The beliefs he had once held firmly in his heart, the goals he had fought for, now seemed so pale and powerless under this man's cold questioning.

"You're nothing but a pawn being used." The other person's voice was low and mocking. "You think you're always pursuing the truth, but you're just being led by the nose. Those so-called enemies and friends are nothing more than pawns in a game."

Huang Feipeng felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer in the chest, yet his face remained calm, as if nothing had affected him. He knew that his opponent was deliberately trying to shake his beliefs and break his will. However, he could not be swayed. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and his mind raced as he considered a solution.

“Enough,” Huang Feipeng said coldly. “No matter what you say, I will not give up my beliefs. This world may be full of lies and conspiracies, but I know there are always people worth protecting.”

The other person paused for a moment, then revealed a complicated smile, a smile that carried a hint of regret and mockery: "Feipeng, you are as foolish as ever."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by low shouts. Huang Feipeng's ears twitched slightly; he immediately realized that someone was approaching, likely reinforcements. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he seized the opportunity to quickly retreat.

However, the opponent seemed to be prepared. With a sudden wave of their hand, several dark figures darted out from the shadows and pounced on Huang Feipeng. His body reacted swiftly, instantly drawing his dagger, the sharp blade slicing through the night with a cold light. Amidst the flashing blades, his movements were agile and swift, each strike precisely aimed at the enemy's vitals.

Enemies fell one after another, the stench of blood filling the air, yet Huang Feipeng's gaze remained cold and ruthless. He knew these were merely bait laid by the enemy; the real danger lay ahead. And his enemy—his former friend—had already vanished silently in the chaos.

Huang Feipeng, slightly weary, walked along the deserted streets late at night towards a dimly lit roadside stall. The night air carried a chill, but the aroma of grilled sausages made his stomach churn. Perhaps due to the continuous tension and intense confrontation, his stomach began to ache, and a long-forgotten hunger surged within him. He bought a sausage, letting the steaming aroma linger in his palm, as if only in this way could he temporarily dispel the chill that clung to his heart.

Taking a bite, the scalding juices burst in his mouth, the savory aroma of the sausage mingled with a hint of sweetness, bringing a comforting warmth. His eyes, however, remained cold and sharp, as if deep in thought, or perhaps simply a habit of masking his inner turmoil with a calm expression. Recalling his recent confrontation with an old acquaintance, Huang Feipeng fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

"Where could he be going?" Huang Feipeng wondered to himself. The other man's escape wasn't just a panicked act, but rather seemed to be driven by some purpose. Given his personality, it was unlikely he was merely running away; he was probably planning his next move. He suddenly realized that every step the other man took seemed to be guiding him, as if he already knew his intentions, like a cat playing with a mouse, anticipating his further pursuit.