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

His voice echoed in the empty warehouse, carrying a morbid despair, as if he were venting long-suppressed emotions. Huang Feipeng ignored him and instead quickly approached him the moment he turned around.

Just then, the man in the trench coat suddenly raised his gun and aimed it at Huang Feipeng's hiding place. Huang Feipeng's heart tightened. He didn't have time to think; his body reacted before his brain, and he quickly rolled to the other side to avoid the attack.

"Bang—!" The bullet struck the wall, sending up countless fragments. Huang Feipeng quickly stood up, his heart pounding slightly. He knew that this was no longer a good time to hide; the other party had revealed their despair, and this was the perfect opportunity for him to strike. Huang Feipeng sneered, slowly stepping out of the shadows, his gun aimed at the man in the trench coat, his gaze like a knife, piercing straight into the man's eyes.

"Put down your weapon, you can't escape," he said coldly, his voice carrying an undeniable ruthlessness.

The man in the trench coat sneered, his eyes full of disdain. "You? You think you can stop me all by yourself?" His gaze quickly swept around, clearly looking for a chance to escape, a sly smile playing on his lips, as if he didn't take Huang Feipeng seriously at all.

Huang Feipeng saw through his thoughts, knowing that this man wasn't truly desperate, but rather gathering strength for a final breakout. He remained calm, approaching step by step, "Don't make futile struggles. You know you have no way out." His tone was calm and indifferent, as if stating an inescapable fact. But deep down, he also felt a trace of weariness. This prolonged standoff had exhausted him, especially his recent insomnia, which was pushing his patience to the brink of collapse.

"No way out?" The man in the trench coat suddenly laughed, his laughter filled with mockery and madness, as if Huang Feipeng's words had triggered the most insane laughter deep within his heart. His fingers slowly moved towards his waist, and a gleaming dagger slowly appeared in his hand.

“I crawled out of a pile of corpses,” the man in the trench coat said in a low voice, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty madness. “Do you think you can make me surrender?”

Huang Feipeng frowned. He could see no fear in the trench coat man's eyes; instead, they were like those of a trapped beast, filled with struggling anger and resentment. He knew this man would not give up easily, and once he went completely insane, he would be more deadly than any fugitive. But he would not back down either. Even though his body was exhausted and his mind was on the verge of collapse, his determination remained firm.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Put down your weapons, or else..." Huang Feipeng said coldly, his tone filled with murderous intent.

The man in the trench coat seemed to sense Huang Feipeng's murderous intent; the smile on his face gradually vanished, replaced by venom and hatred in his eyes. He stared intently at Huang Feipeng and sneered, "Otherwise? What can you do to me otherwise? Come on, shoot!"

Before the words were even finished, the man in the trench coat swiftly and precisely threw his dagger at Huang Feipeng, his movements swift and precise, carrying a ruthless killing intent. Huang Feipeng quickly retreated, the dagger grazing his shoulder, leaving a long, thin wound from which blood slowly seeped, staining his clothes dark red. He endured the pain, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the man in the trench coat, his gaze filled with unwavering coldness.

"You're finished," he whispered, and before he finished speaking, he raised his gun and fired two shots decisively.

The man in the trench coat jolted violently as a bullet pierced his arm, blood splattering and staining his sleeve. He clutched his wound, staggering back a few steps, his eyes filled with venom, as if he couldn't believe he'd been driven to such a desperate situation. The air in the warehouse grew heavy; Huang Feipeng's gun remained pointed at him, unwavering.

"Accept your fate, you can't escape," Huang Feipeng said coldly, his voice exuding absolute pressure. His eyes were ruthless, as if he were facing a target that had to be eliminated, not a living person.

The man in the trench coat gritted his teeth, a flicker of resentment in his eyes, and a shadow of despair crossed his face. A moment later, he abruptly turned and ran into the depths of the warehouse, seemingly attempting a final gamble, searching for a last chance to survive.

Huang Feipeng's breathing gradually steadied, and as he drew closer to the man in the trench coat, the barely perceptible fear deep within him dissipated. At this moment, danger and unease seemed to have been left behind, replaced by a reassuring clarity. This calm composure made him feel as if he could see through everything in the darkness; he knew what he was doing, what he should be doing, and even a strange confidence began to grow within him. He understood that tonight's battle was nearing its end, and the man in the trench coat before him was already his.

The sound of the trench coat man's footsteps echoed in the dark corner of the warehouse, their rhythm chaotic, seemingly symbolizing the anxiety and despair in his heart. Huang Feipeng slightly raised his head, a calm glint in his eyes. He silently pressed himself against the wall, approaching the other man without a sound. His light and steady steps made him seem like a cheetah waiting for its prey, lurking in the darkness, waiting for its chance to strike. He knew that fear was merely a fragile protective shield for humans; when everything was in his own hands, that fear would naturally dissipate, leaving only the determination to win.

The man in the trench coat continued hurrying deeper into the warehouse, seemingly unaware that he was completely locked on. Huang Feipeng's gaze softened with mockery, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he inwardly sneered: This man thought himself incredibly cunning, always believing he had a way out, but in reality, there was nowhere left to run. To cling to illusions at a time like this was nothing short of self-deception. A chilling cruelty surfaced within him, devoid of any pity or forgiveness.

"How long do you think you can keep running?" Huang Feipeng suddenly spoke coldly, his voice echoing like thunder in the empty warehouse. The sudden voice startled the man in the trench coat. He turned his head, his eyes flashing with fear and anger, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Who exactly are you?" the man in the trench coat asked in a hoarse voice, his anger tinged with barely concealed panic. In that instant, his eyes shifted from unwavering confidence to blankness, as if he finally realized he was cornered. He knew that this was the worst thing that could happen in this line of work—when you lose control, all your plans will become a joke.

Huang Feipeng slowly emerged from the shadows, his steps steady, the muzzle of his gun coldly pointed at the man in the trench coat, a faint sneer on his face. His voice was low and steady: "Who I am is not important, what is important is that you have no way out. Your game ends here. Put down your weapon, and perhaps you can retain some dignity."