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

He stopped climbing, his eyes narrowing slightly. He casually pulled a small lens from his sleeve and precisely reflected it towards the high ground on the rooftop. He pretended to continue climbing, but his body relaxed slightly while his mind raced—the fact that they hadn't fired immediately meant they didn't intend to kill him outright, but rather to make him feel threatened, slowly closing in, perhaps hoping his meeting with the black-clad leader was a lure. The situation was clearly more complex than he had anticipated, more like a net spread out in the night, waiting for its prey to step into it.

Huang Feipeng couldn't help but sneer. He had always disliked such tactics of appeasement, considering them futile. Ghost's men either thought their plan was incredibly meticulous, or they underestimated Huang Feipeng's reaction speed and patience. Just then, another possibility suddenly occurred to him—perhaps this meeting itself was a ruse, designed to lure him closer to the rooftop, ultimately achieving their planned objective.

"Looks like it's time to play with them." He muttered to himself, a hint of provocation in his slightly disdainful tone.

Just then, a low laugh came from the darkness, seemingly the voice of the man in black on the rooftop.

"Huang Feipeng, why bother with the pretense? Since you're here, why not just come up directly?" The voice was deep and cold, carrying a hint of condescending threat, as if confident that Huang Feipeng had no way out and could only follow their plan.

Huang Feipeng snorted coldly, and in the instant of thought, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up. He slowly raised his voice and replied, "With so many weapons pointed at me, you expect me to climb up like a dog? You're far too confident."

The other party seemed taken aback by Huang Feipeng's retort, pausing for a moment before laughing again, a laugh tinged with amusement. He clearly hadn't lost patience, his tone remaining gentle yet indifferent: "Huang Feipeng, our power struggle isn't new. This is merely a small test I'm giving you. Ghost has long wanted to see you; why refuse?"

Upon hearing the word "ghost," Huang Feipeng's eyes flickered slightly, and he pondered for a moment. He knew that the ghost never showed itself easily, and this request for a "meeting" was unlikely to be just a simple test; it might already conceal something much more. He remained standing there, unmoved, not answering the other party's words. Instead, he turned and leaned against the wall, casually weighing the dagger in his hand, feigning nonchalance.

“Let me go up, but the sniper, step back.” He spoke calmly, with a hint of nonchalance in his command.

The other party seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but then replied, "Your caution is unexpected. You actually asked me to withdraw the sniper first?" His words were slightly contemptuous, clearly indicating that he did not take Huang Feipeng's request to heart.

Huang Feipeng snorted coldly: "If you're going to talk about cooperation, at least show some sincerity." His words were devoid of any emotion, carrying a cold detachment, but his eyes shone with an irresistible determination.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark figure on the rooftop paused slightly, seemingly considering his request. A moment later, Huang Feipeng saw the sniper move slightly, still seemingly wary of him, but slowly lowering his gun.

"That's right." Huang Feipeng chuckled softly, his tone laced with sarcasm. Without further delay, he slowly walked towards the rooftop.

He deliberately slowed his pace, each step carrying a threatening undertone, calm and composed, neither hasty nor deliberate. The leader of the opposing group, dressed in black, stood on the edge of the rooftop, his expression resolute, watching Huang Feipeng approach with unhurried composure. The distance between them gradually closed, their auras silently clashing, like two predators preparing to confront each other.

Huang Feipeng silently weighed the pros and cons of this game—his opponent clearly knew him to some extent, knowing that he disliked threats and constraints; otherwise, they wouldn't have used a sniper to force him to reveal himself at the very beginning. He wasn't in a hurry to uncover the truth, but instead calmly approached, observing the black-clad leader's every subtle movement, trying to decipher his intentions.

The man in black watched Huang Feipeng silently, a faint smile playing on his lips. When Huang Feipeng was three steps away from him, he finally spoke: "Huang Feipeng, the rumors are indeed true; you are truly extraordinary. Ghost admires people like you. If you are willing to cooperate, the future benefits will be limitless."

Huang Feipeng gave a cold laugh, looked directly at the other party, and refused to back down: "If you and I could reach a deal so easily, then Ghost wouldn't have sent you to pick me up. Stop pretending and tell me your real purpose."

Upon hearing this, a strange smile appeared on the man's face, and he sighed slightly, as if he had expected this. He turned around, his back to Huang Feipeng, his hands behind his back, and his tone was somewhat seductive: "You guessed right, this meeting was just a test. Ghost just wants to see your reaction, but to be honest, if a 'free man' like you could really take orders from us, it wouldn't be a bad thing."

Huang Feipeng watched his retreating figure impassively, a cold smile playing on his lips—the term "free man" carried a sarcastic undertone in his eyes. The other party clearly intended to recruit him with promises of profit, but had obviously underestimated Huang Feipeng's will. He wasn't driven by profit; rather, he preferred to walk the line between the shadows, relishing the thrill of complete control.

"The ghost is really generous, trying to get me to open up without even showing his face?" he said with a hint of amusement and sarcasm.

The man chuckled softly, turned around, and a profound meaning flashed in his eyes: "The existence of Ghost is beyond your imagination. His plans are not limited to this city. Huang Feipeng, if you are willing to become Ghost's partner, you can not only gain more resources, but even..."

He paused deliberately, staring sharply at Huang Feipeng as if testing his bottom line: "You can even get more... freedom."

Huang Feipeng frowned slightly. The subtext of those words stirred something within him; after all, true "freedom" had always been his goal. He didn't show it on his face, but his mind raced as he analyzed the situation. He knew perfectly well that the other party was playing psychological warfare, trying to exploit his desire for freedom and lure him step by step into a ghostly web.

"I don't think so. No matter how strong Ghost is, it's still just one force." Huang Feipeng raised an eyebrow and said casually, as if the other party's words were nothing more than a passing breeze.

Seeing this, the man in black slightly curled his lips, clearly not surprised. He suddenly whispered, "Huang Feipeng, don't you want to know your past, your identity... your true origins?"