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

A surge of intense anger suddenly rose within Huang Feipeng. He hadn't expected that the case he had painstakingly investigated would ultimately turn into a trap set against him personally. And all of this was inextricably linked to his former trust and his former lover. This betrayal was unbearable; it felt as if every inch of his skin was burning.

"What exactly do you want?" Huang Feipeng asked through gritted teeth, his tone becoming even more resolute. "I have nothing to offer. Don't think I'll give in."

"Give in?" The man sneered, his voice tinged with disdain. "Do you think you have any choice? Your current situation is the only way out. No matter how much you struggle, you can't change the outcome."

Huang Feipeng closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. He knew he absolutely could not let his emotions control him now. Every detail around him, even the slightest movement of air, could be the key to life or death. He had to hide his emotions and not let the other side see any weakness.

In a matter of seconds, Huang Feipeng quickly analyzed the situation. He knew he couldn't escape alone. The mysterious man before him was not only exceptionally skilled, but more importantly, he was fully aware of Huang Feipeng's every move and had made thorough preparations. What he needed most now was time—time to devise a solution, time to wait for the situation to change.

He slowly raised his head, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound calmer. "I'm not here to fight you," he said deliberately, slowing his pace. "All you want is some information, right? I'll give it to you."

"Information?" The man was slightly taken aback, then sneered, "What can you give me? You're just a detective."

Huang Feipeng replied unhurriedly, "Didn't you want Zhao Yang's information? You've known all along who's backing him. It's just that you've always wanted me to uncover the last piece of the mystery for you." He looked at the man, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Let me tell you, I won't let you have your way."

The man's expression instantly turned grim, his eyes sharpening as if he were eyeing a dangerous prey. "Do you think you'll walk out of this door alive? You're just part of our plan, Huang Feipeng."

Huang Feipeng's heart pounded again. The other person's words were like a bomb, completely shattering the last vestige of peace in his heart. Part of the plan? He suddenly realized that he wasn't solving a case at all, but rather walking step by step into a pre-ordained trap.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" he asked, his mind already racing.

"Don't you understand?" The man leaned down slightly and said in a low voice, "You've always thought you've got the truth in your hands, but you're just a pawn on the chessboard. Every move you make is in our trap, and every decision you make is predicted in advance."

Huang Feipeng fell silent, his mouth slightly open, but he didn't utter a word. Details he'd never noticed before flashed through his mind—those clues had been guided towards him from the very beginning. Every move he made was being watched closely; even his intuition and reasoning were being manipulated without his knowledge.

At this moment, Huang Feipeng's heart began to churn violently. He had never been so close to the truth, yet he felt himself drifting further and further away from it. Seemingly insignificant details had already become bottomless traps, and he was stepping into this labyrinth step by step.

"What I need to do now is not to resist," Huang Feipeng said silently to himself, "but to hide myself and conceal everything."

Huang Feipeng's heartbeat gradually calmed down. He knew that in this cold, abandoned warehouse, his only reliance was his composure and wisdom. His fingers curled slightly, and sweat silently seeped into his sleeves. Suddenly, an absurd thought flooded his mind—he had actually thought of something that might allow him to find a tiny breakthrough in this seemingly hopeless confrontation.

Ham.

The thought startled him. Ham, an ordinary food in daily life, had nothing to do with his current predicament, but for some reason, it suddenly appeared in Huang Feipeng's mind. Perhaps it was a kind of instinctive reaction of his body after experiencing extreme tension, wanting to seek some comfort, or perhaps it was just to relieve the current pressure and fear.

He remembered a long time ago, in a small shop, he bought some ham to share with Li Jiani. It was a warm afternoon, sunlight streaming through the window onto the table, illuminating their smiling faces. That was the most harmonious moment in their relationship, and now, even her betrayal felt like a thorn, deeply embedded in his heart.

The simple word "ham" made Huang Feipeng feel as if he were in a different world. He shook his head, trying to shake off these unrealistic thoughts. Now, he had to face the enemy standing beside him, secretly manipulating everything.

The mysterious enemy still stood not far away, his eyes gleaming coldly. Huang Feipeng could feel the innate pressure emanating from him, as if the other party had already seen through his every move and thought. Perhaps, he simply had no chance of escaping this net.

"You think you can turn the tables?" the enemy spoke again, his voice laced with provocation. "You've already been marked by us, Huang Feipeng. Your so-called intelligence is useless against us."

Huang Feipeng pursed his lips, but a new idea was already forming in his mind. He knew that in this situation, the way to retaliate was not through violence or direct confrontation, but through the opponent's overconfidence and complete underestimation of himself.

"Is that so?" Huang Feipeng slightly raised the corners of his mouth, trying to make his voice sound calm and collected, although the turmoil in his heart was already difficult to quell. "You want me to bow down? Or do you have other ways to make me admit defeat?"

The enemy didn't respond immediately, but simply watched him silently, the coldness and cruelty in his eyes gradually becoming clearer, as if Huang Feipeng's words had touched a chord within him. However, Huang Feipeng clearly sensed that the man didn't act immediately, but instead seemed hesitant, as if lost in thought. This subtle change didn't escape Huang Feipeng's observation, and his heart skipped a beat, knowing that he might have grasped a sliver of an opportunity.