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

Finally, Huang Feipeng escaped into an abandoned old building. He gasped for breath, leaning against the wall, feeling the exhaustion wash over him like a tidal wave. He wasn't the type to run away habitually, and he disliked this passive feeling even more, but now he had no other choice.

"Huang Feipeng, what are you running away from? Aren't you the best at strategizing? Why were you manipulated like this time?" He kept questioning himself, his anger and self-blame burning like molten lava in his heart.

Just as he closed his eyes to rest and try to calmly think of a solution, his phone suddenly vibrated. He opened it and saw that it was a message from A Dong: "Fei Peng, I just received a message that someone has offered a high reward for your life."

Huang Feipeng's eyes instantly turned cold, and a chill ran through him. He gripped his phone tightly, a surge of boundless anger and ruthlessness rising within him. He realized that the danger he faced was far greater than he had anticipated; the enemy was not only hunting him down but had even secretly placed a bounty on his life, meaning he had become a thorn in their side, someone they had to eliminate.

"It seems you really have no intention of leaving me a way out," Huang Feipeng muttered to himself, a ruthless glint in his eyes. He suddenly felt that the hatred and pressure he carried were heavier than ever before, but this pressure also ignited his strong will to survive and his fighting spirit. He would not give up so easily, nor would he allow himself to be defeated in this game of pursuit.

Huang Feipeng quickly adjusted his mindset, cooling down his anger and replacing it with calmness and strategy. He knew that the enemy was omnipresent, and he had to turn defense into offense and transform this crisis into an opportunity. He slowly raised his head, a hint of coldness in his deep eyes, like a wild beast poised to pounce.

Huang Feipeng leaned against a corner of the dimly lit supermarket, his gaze somewhat blank as he stared at the rows of milk cartons on the shelves. He picked up a carton at random, shook it listlessly, and listened to the sound of the liquid sloshing around inside the packaging, as if this simple action could bring him a little peace of mind. The day's escape had left him physically and mentally exhausted.

"I'll buy some milk to perk myself up," Huang Feipeng muttered to himself, trying to focus on the small matter at hand and dispel the oppressive and uneasy emotions in his heart. He had never been one to buy milk, but tonight's situation had left him feeling more exhausted and confused than ever before, and he desperately needed something to calm himself down. This wasn't just simple physical fatigue, but a deep-seated psychological distress that left him with a lingering fear of being cornered by darkness.

He walked to the cashier, a somewhat dull-looking young man. He looked up at him, yawned lazily, and said, "Ten yuan in total."

Huang Feipeng took out ten yuan from his pocket, handed it over casually, took the milk, and left. He chose a quiet path with few people; the night wind was chilly. He just wanted to find a secluded place to finish his milk and then calmly think about his next plan.

"Why has everything suddenly become so chaotic?" Huang Feipeng opened the milk and took a big gulp. The cold liquid slid down his throat, bringing a sense of clarity. However, the feeling of anger, unease, and betrayal still lingered in his heart. He knew that from tonight onwards, his life could never return to its original track; all his escape, calm, and pretense had been in vain.

He still remembered the mission requirements sent by the mysterious employer. The content was concise and clear, but the document deeply stung him. He had thought it was just a simple theft mission, but reality was far more complex and dangerous than he had imagined. In recent days, he had been constantly followed, and traps and assassination attempts were constantly being set up in front of him. It was as if everyone's eyes were on him, which made him suspect that he had already been betrayed.

"Feipeng, do you really think you can evade everyone?" he muttered to himself, a cold smile playing on his lips. He knew that although he was intelligent, he was still flesh and blood, and the enemy undoubtedly knew everything about him, filling him with a sense of crisis. He replayed every detail of the mission in his mind, trying to find any possible clues to figure out who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Just as Huang Feipeng finished his milk and his thoughts calmed down a little, his phone suddenly vibrated. He took out his phone, and the screen displayed a message from A Dong: "Be careful, someone's watching you."

"This message again." Huang Feipeng stared coldly at the screen, letting out a sneer. The panic deep inside him had long since vanished, replaced by a chilling sense of vigilance. He replied, "Do you know who it is?"

A moment later, A Dong replied with a message that consisted of only one sentence: "See you at the pier at eight o'clock tonight."

Huang Feipeng frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly. The dock had always been their agreed meeting place, a secluded and hidden spot, but under the current circumstances, he was filled with doubt about this meeting. He wondered if A-Dong could still be trusted. After all, in this situation, no one would easily expose themselves, not even a long-time brother could become a dagger in their back. A faint struggle welled up within him; his brother, with whom he had shared so many years of tacit understanding and fought side-by-side, had now become an object of his suspicion.

"Ah Dong, you're not the kind of person who would betray me, are you?" Huang Feipeng sighed softly, his heart filled with conflict. He knew perfectly well that this operation was fraught with peril; choosing to meet Ah Dong at the docks would be tantamount to gambling with his loyalty. However, if he didn't go, he might never uncover the truth behind it all.

After much hesitation, Huang Feipeng finally made his decision. He checked the time and secretly calculated his route and escape plan. He knew every street and alley by heart, and this time, he even brought his most trusted short dagger, his protective weapon for many years, which had accompanied him through every dangerous moment.

Night gradually enveloped the city. The wind howled on the dock, and a damp, musty smell filled the air. The surrounding silence was unsettling. Huang Feipeng hid behind a nearby container, carefully observing his surroundings to make sure he wasn't ambushed. He knew this area was remote, and any movement would immediately give him away, and he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks.

A few minutes later, a dark figure slowly approached; it was A Dong. He was wearing a black trench coat, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily until he was sure it was safe before walking towards Huang Feipeng.