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

The man in the trench coat had a gloomy look in his eyes, and his lips twitched slightly, as if he had been provoked by Huang Feipeng's words. He clenched his fists, a hint of resentment in his eyes. "Preserve dignity? You don't understand me at all! You people always stand on high ground, you have no idea what it's like for us to struggle in this quagmire!"

Huang Feipeng stared at him coldly, unmoved. He had seen similar words countless times, and had witnessed countless criminals using resentment to mask their fear in desperate situations. Those people often tried their best to beautify their actions, attempting to justify their crimes with twisted logic. He sneered and said calmly, "Struggle? Your so-called struggle is nothing more than the path you chose. You thought yourself clever, that everything was under control, but you never imagined that one day you would be caught. Today is the day you pay the price for your choices."

The man in the trench coat had an extremely grim face, a glint of madness burning in his eyes, as if in a final struggle. He stared at Huang Feipeng, his tone filled with resentment: "Do you know? I originally planned to escape from here tonight, to start a new life with a new identity, but unfortunately... unfortunately I ran into you." He took a deep breath, as if making up his mind, and growled coldly, "Don't think I'll just surrender!"

Huang Feipeng stared coldly at him, his gaze as sharp as a knife. He could sense the struggle mixed with the trench coat man's unwillingness and anger, but he showed no sign of wavering. To Huang Feipeng, this was nothing more than a hunt he was destined to win, and any further words from the other man were nothing more than a death throes.

“You can try,” Huang Feipeng said calmly, his words carrying an unyielding authority. He slowly raised his gun, the muzzle pointing directly at the man in the trench coat's chest, ready to extinguish the man's last shred of hope. At this moment, his heart was as cold and hard as ice, devoid of any emotion. He knew his duty, and he knew that if he backed down, it would mean that more innocent victims would suffer.

The man in the trench coat gritted his teeth, gripping the dagger tightly, a fierce glint in his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if brewing some mad act. Suddenly, he roared and charged towards Huang Feipeng, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light.

In that instant, Huang Feipeng's gaze was as calm and sharp as a hawk's. He showed no panic whatsoever, and didn't even fire his gun. He shifted to the side, swiftly dodging, and simultaneously reached out his left hand to precisely grab the trench coat man's wrist, twisting it sharply and knocking the man's dagger out of his hand. The trench coat man let out a painful groan, his body swaying violently, but he still refused to admit defeat, his eyes filled with crazed resentment.

"You really don't know how to give up!" Huang Feipeng said coldly, his tone filled with undisguised contempt. He knew that his opponent had completely lost the ability to resist, but still refused to admit defeat. This man was clearly used to being in control of everything, and once he was driven to a dead end, he became like a snake whose tail had been stepped on, frantic and irrational.

"Give up? Give up for someone like you?" The man in the trench coat's face was contorted with rage, a desperate fire burning in his eyes. He struggled to his feet, but Huang Feipeng ruthlessly stomped on his shoulder, forcing him back to the ground. The man in the trench coat struggled angrily, his eyes burning with resentment, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You'll regret this. You've pushed me to this point today; one day you'll pay the price!"

Huang Feipeng simply stared at him coldly, his eyes unwavering. "What right do you have to threaten me now?" His voice was deep and cold, carrying an undeniable air of dominance. He pressed down hard on the man in the trench coat's shoulder, looking directly into his eyes, his icy gaze seemingly shattering the man's last shred of hope.

“You’re nothing but a fugitive, and I’ll make sure tonight is your last chance to escape.” Huang Feipeng’s voice was deep and firm, carrying an irresistible pressure. Under his gaze, the man in the trench coat gradually lost the strength to struggle, his eyes slowly turning into a deathly stillness, as if he finally understood at this moment that he had no room for resistance anymore.

Huang Feipeng withdrew his foot, coldly staring at the man in the trench coat lying on the ground, a chilling satisfaction washing over him. He knew the hunt was finally nearing its end; the criminal who had kept him awake all night, who had filled him with a lingering unease, had finally been brought to justice. His inner fear had vanished, replaced by a calm and exhaustion that came with completing a mission. In that instant, he realized he had been completely transformed by this life, unable to even feel a shred of accomplishment.

In the hurried darkness of the night, Huang Feipeng held his wife's hand as they walked through the dimly lit alleyways. His expression was tense, and the wrinkles between his brows appeared even deeper, as if reflecting the anxiety and unease in his heart. He knew that this situation was extraordinary, and the road ahead was fraught with unknown dangers. He had been cautious all along, but the current situation had spiraled out of control, leaving him with no choice but to flee.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His wife gripped his hand tightly, her voice tinged with hesitation and anxiety. Her face was pale, and her eyes held a hint of fear; she seemed unable to comprehend why Huang Feipeng would make such a decision. Their once peaceful life had been shattered by this sudden turn of events. She felt as if she had fallen into an abyss, lost and directionless, clinging desperately to Huang Feipeng.

Huang Feipeng glanced back at her, his eyes filled with determination and a hint of tenderness. He knew he had no time to explain; the most important thing now was to leave this place safely, to go somewhere no one knew, to escape the pursuit, and to disappear completely from people's sight. He had to protect her, even at the cost of everything. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here," he whispered reassuringly, his tone unwavering.

They circled around a series of dark buildings, Huang Feipeng's mind racing, constantly sketching out escape routes. He knew he had to remain calm and couldn't hesitate for a moment. Every step required meticulous calculation; a mistake could lead to irreversible consequences. He had never imagined things would come to this, but he knew his current situation left him no time to think. Insomnia, the chase, gunshots, and the escape intertwined in his mind, almost crushing him, but he refused to give up.

“Why did it turn out like this…” His wife’s voice was weak and choked with sobs, seemingly filled with confusion and despair. She had never seen Huang Feipeng so exhausted and tense. The gentle and calm man she used to know had become a stranger and cold-hearted before her. She had tried to understand Huang Feipeng’s inner struggle, but the closer she got to him, the more distant she felt from him. There was an undisguised determination and stubbornness in his eyes, as if he were going to fight against the whole world.