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

He even remembered having countless wildly imaginative dreams back then. He once hoped to become a brave explorer, traveling to every corner of the world to discover unknown mysteries. That innocent dream was gradually forgotten as he grew up, and he couldn't even pinpoint when it started. Everything became cold and realistic, with only the pursuit and battles in the darkness dominating his life. The carefree little boy seemed to have vanished, replaced by a calm, decisive hunter who treated life like dirt.

"You know, Feipeng, you were such a little rascal when you were little." As if memories were playing tricks on him, his mother's voice echoed in his ears, a rare gentleness he could recall. His mother always smiled with a hint of reproach mixed with helplessness. When he was young, she would always watch over him in a corner of the yard, watching him climb up and down, constantly reminding him to "be careful." However, he ignored those warnings, continuing to worry her time and time again, yet his mother never truly scolded him.

Huang Feipeng suddenly snapped out of his daze. He gave a self-deprecating laugh, "To think I'd be reminiscing about these things at a time like this." Deep down, he quickly suppressed the nostalgia and longing; the harsh reality wouldn't allow him to wallow in the past. The enemy could close in at any moment, and he couldn't afford to be complacent, not even for the sake of that time that could never be relived.

Footsteps sounded again in the distance. He quickly pressed himself against the wall, gripping his dagger tightly. The enemy could discover him at any moment. The nostalgia he had been harboring was gradually replaced by coldness as the footsteps drew closer. He silently reminded himself that now, he had only one task—to survive, find the person who orchestrated all of this, and capture him with his own hands.

The footsteps finally stopped at the corner. After a few seconds of silence, Huang Feipeng heard a man whisper to his companion, "He should be around here. Split up and search, and don't let your guard down."

His heart pounded slightly, and he could hear the rush of blood in his ears. This was clearly no ordinary thug; their judgment was precise, their actions swift. Such a person didn't waste words, nor did they make any mistakes. Huang Feipeng stared intently at the pair of leather boots just a few meters away, took a deep breath, suppressed his breathing, and completely blended into the shadows.

Several enemies began to disperse, searching every corner of the alley. Huang Feipeng knew that if things continued like this, he would be discovered sooner or later. So, he moved quietly and hid behind a dilapidated iron gate. The paint on the gate was peeling and stained, emitting a musty smell of rust, as if it were an abandoned building that had been neglected for years. Every crack and every layer of rust indicated the building's antiquity, as if everything here had long been forgotten.

"Hurry, search that building on the right." A deep voice came from outside, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure. Huang Feipeng cautiously observed through the crack in the door that the men outside were gradually approaching his hiding place. He knew he had to come up with a plan now, otherwise they would find him in no time, and at that point, facing so many enemies, even he wasn't entirely confident he could escape unscathed.

His mind raced, searching for a solution. Escape was clearly out of the question; the enemy's numbers and speed far exceeded his expectations. The only option was to eliminate them one by one, gradually reducing their numbers to create an opportunity for his own escape.

"Feipeng, stay calm like you were when you were a child," he told himself silently. That childlike fearlessness might not be entirely useless; it was precisely this unrestrained and adventurous nature that had allowed him to survive countless dangers. Just as he was about to act, that innocent and fearless impulse from his memory surged back into his heart, and he suddenly had a bold idea.

He quietly climbed the abandoned stairs, deliberately stepping on a broken plank to make a noise. Sure enough, the people below heard the noise and immediately gathered at the top of the stairs. Huang Feipeng didn't stop, but quickly flipped over and entered another, narrower alley, seizing the moment to move swiftly.

"He's upstairs!" one of the enemies whispered, and several men immediately gave chase. Huang Feipeng turned around and quickly threw a brick he had picked up earlier to the other side, creating a louder noise to mislead them. His breathing remained steady, a cold smile playing on his lips. He knew that although these men were elite, they were still in this city, and their understanding of the environment was inferior to his; using the terrain was his only advantage.

He stealthily moved deep into the alley, gradually leading several enemies in different directions. Every step was calculated with extreme precision, ensuring that they didn't realize they were being led, while also ensuring that the enemies gradually increased the distance between themselves, creating an opportunity to strike.

However, just as he stealthily approached an enemy to strike, he suddenly sensed a dangerous aura behind him. Before he could react, several flashing lights shone on him, exposing him completely. His heart sank, and the dagger trembled slightly in his hand. It turned out that the enemy had already laid an ambush; they hadn't been completely led astray, but had seen through his intentions.

"Huang Feipeng, you truly live up to your reputation." A deep, slightly mocking voice rang out from the darkness. The man slowly stepped out, a familiar sneer on his face. "So many years have passed, and you're still as cautious as ever. It's truly admirable."

Huang Feipeng suppressed the chill in his heart and stared at the other man expressionlessly, trying to find a flaw in his eyes. However, the man seemed to see through his every thought, his face still bearing a contemptuous smile, as if everything was under his control.

"After all this time, you still haven't shaken off that foolish naiveté." The man shook his head, slowly approaching, his voice as deep as the cold night wind. "Back then, you were always like this, thinking yourself clever, but you were nothing more than a puppet in someone else's hands."

Huang Feipeng stood silently in the cold wind, a long-dormant anger swirling in his mind, his emotions surging like a tide. He clenched his fists, his fingertips turning white, his palms icy cold. The enemy before him, who had been chuckling softly, still stood there, his smile like a sharp knife, peeling away layer by layer the defenses in Huang Feipeng's heart.

Suddenly, Huang Feipeng felt a sudden discomfort in his chest, as if something was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. His gaze fell on a tattered fruit basket lying beside a trash can not far away.