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

"You really came," A-Dong said in a low voice, his eyes filled with a complex emotion. "It seems you still trust me."

Huang Feipeng gave a cold laugh, remaining vigilant. "Ah Dong, we've been cooperating for many years, but given the current situation, I can't help but be suspicious. You understand what I mean."

A Dong sighed softly, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. "I know, this time it really involves too much. Fei Peng, we're all just pawns. Did you think that employer approached you just to complete a simple task? You're nothing more than their pawn; they want something much bigger."

Huang Feipeng's eyes widened slightly, and he asked coldly, "You know quite a lot, continue."

Ah Dong looked at him with a solemn expression and slowly said, "This matter is more complicated than you think. I found out some information that the document is just a decoy. The real purpose is not the document in your hand, but... to lure you into the trap."

Upon hearing this, Huang Feipeng felt a chill run down his spine. He grabbed A Dong by the collar and demanded angrily in a low voice, "You knew it was a trap all along, why didn't you say so sooner?"

A Dong sighed helplessly, his eyes filled with exhaustion. "It's not that I don't want to talk, but I'm being watched too. They told me that if I don't cooperate, I'll be the next one to die. Fei Peng, we're both dancing on the edge of a knife, both pawns being used."

Huang Feipeng coldly released his grip, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his anger. He looked into A Dong's eyes, and despite their years of seamless cooperation, he felt an unprecedented sense of estrangement at this moment. A Dong's expression and words seemed incredibly genuine, yet he couldn't fully trust him.

"So, what should we do next?" Huang Feipeng asked, a hint of weariness in his voice.

Ah Dong's expression gradually calmed down, and he said in a low voice, "Since they want to use us, why don't we use them instead? We can set a trap to disrupt their plans and force them to reveal their true colors."

Huang Feipeng sneered, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Setting up a trap? Ah Dong, this is the first time we've dealt with such a big shot. How confident are you?"

A Dong smiled slightly, a hint of mockery in his voice, "Fei Peng, don't forget who we are. It's because we're the smartest group that we've survived to this day. I have a plan. We just need to lure them to a location I've set, and use that opportunity to expose their identities. Once their identities are revealed, we can let go of the rest."

Huang Feipeng raised an eyebrow slightly, a calm glint in his eyes. He carefully considered A Dong's plan; though fraught with danger, he knew it was their only chance. They had no way out but to fight back.

Huang Feipeng's sleep has been terrible lately. Even with his eyes closed, the images of the pursuit, the dock at night, and A Dong's complex expression constantly replay in his mind, refusing to leave. He doesn't know when he was driven to this point, where even the peace of the night has become a luxury.

"Is this never going to end?" he asked himself softly.

Every night, he would lie on the bed in his cramped, dilapidated rented room, surrounded by complete silence, yet the silence itself carried a suffocating, oppressive feeling. He would listen intently, and in his delirium, he could always hear faint footsteps echoing from the depths of the hallway, as if every night, a dark shadow lurked around him, ready to strike at any moment.

These days, Huang Feipeng has been on high alert, feeling threatened even by the slightest disturbance. This feeling grows in his heart like a malignant tumor, frantically devouring the last shred of his sense of security.

He wanted to sleep, but dared not—even with his eyes closed, the feeling of being constantly on edge kept him alert and alert.

The night was as still as water. Huang Feipeng tossed and turned in bed until he could no longer bear it. He suddenly got up, put on his coat, and went to the window. The cold night wind outside brushed against his face, but did nothing to ease his restlessness. The sparse streetlights on the street below cast shadows on the narrow alley. Occasionally, a car or two would pass by, their headlights flashing like lightning. His eyes followed the light, scanning every corner of the street, trying to find any clues.

"Feipeng, are you afraid too?" he asked himself silently. He knew he wasn't afraid of risks, but once his opponent made a move and wouldn't let go, pressing him step by step, the feeling of being controlled and powerless still chilled him to the bone.

He sighed softly, picked up the milk carton from the table, and took a sip of the cold milk, only to find that the icy liquid couldn't suppress the restlessness and anxiety in his chest. He had to admit that he had lost control of the situation, and this loss of control left him feeling deeply frustrated and uneasy. If he acted rashly in this state of mind, he might make an unforgivable mistake.

Huang Feipeng put down the milk carton, his eyes turning cold and sharp. "No, I can't do this," he muttered to himself, forcing himself to suppress these unfounded suspicions and fears, reminding himself that he wasn't the kind of person easily swayed by emotions. No matter how difficult the situation, he had to calm down to find a solution.

His phone suddenly vibrated, and the screen displayed a message from A Dong: "Fei Peng, the plan has begun, and the next steps must be executed quickly. We'll meet at nine o'clock tonight."

He stared at the words, a hint of resistance rising within him. He had recently grown weary of all nighttime activities and longed for even one moment of complete rest to rejuvenate. But reality clearly did not allow him such a wish.

He picked up his phone, took a deep breath, and replied, "Okay, where should we meet?"

A moment later, A-Dong sent an address, brief and vague. Huang Feipeng stared at the address, his brow furrowing slightly. This place was near an abandoned factory, almost uninhabited. If the plan failed, they could easily fall into the enemy's trap. But he also knew that this operation was of great importance, and someone had to step forward; otherwise, A-Dong would also be put in danger. Although both men were suspicious, they ultimately established an unshakeable understanding.

"Hopefully this won't be another trap." Huang Feipeng clenched his fist and tapped it lightly on the table. With a hint of unease, he took a short dagger from the bedside drawer and carefully concealed it at his waist. Although he sometimes felt he didn't like carrying weapons when he went out, his intuition tonight told him that it was necessary to be extra prepared.