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

“You’re very clever,” the enemy finally said, his tone tinged with admiration, but followed by an even more oppressive threat. “However, cleverness is useless. Do you even realize where you are? You have no chance of turning the tables now.”

Huang Feipeng didn't respond, only staring silently at the man. He knew he had to use this moment to buy as much time as possible and create more space. He was already thinking about how to use everything around him to create an opportunity to escape. If he continued to fight, it would only hasten his death. The key now was to lull the enemy into a false sense of security, making them believe they were under absolute control.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, his gaze flickering in the shifting light. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a food shelf in the corner of the warehouse, piled high with seemingly ordinary packaged foods—ham, canned goods, and bottled water. These seemingly simple foods had become an undeniable presence in Huang Feipeng's eyes.

Ham.

He realized that his next move might begin with these seemingly ordinary things. Even in a dead end, any subtle change could become a breakthrough. Perhaps, just as the ham had given him a slightly absurd idea, he too could create a huge reversal using these seemingly insignificant items.

He subtly adjusted his position, trying to avoid alerting the enemy to any unusual movement. He noticed that the enemy didn't seem to pay much attention to his every move, simply waiting quietly for Huang Feipeng's reaction. That disregard angered Huang Feipeng, but it also fueled his even stronger resolve.

After silently encouraging himself a few times, Huang Feipeng's gaze returned to the food shelf, quickly scanning the items. His eyes finally settled on a bag of ham sausages—a thin meat product in a transparent plastic package, seemingly soft yet with a certain elasticity. Soon, Huang Feipeng shifted his gaze to the other side of the warehouse, where some discarded cardboard boxes and planks were piled up. Although the dim environment prevented him from seeing clearly, his intuition told him that there might be something he needed there.

"What are you doing?" The enemy finally became alert, staring at Huang Feipeng for a few seconds before speaking in a cold voice, "You think these things will help you escape?"

Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm on the surface. "I'm just thinking," he replied slowly. "You're right, I don't have many options left. But think about it, if I take these hams with me, it might bring you a little surprise."

"Ham?" The enemy sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "You're quite an interesting person. However, that won't change your fate, Huang Feipeng."

Huang Feipeng remained silent, only staring defiantly at the enemy, his mind already laid out a complete plan. Every movement, every expression, was part of his meticulous design. He knew the enemy would never expect him to buy time in this way—just as he had never imagined that ham would become the breakthrough point for his counterattack under these circumstances.

The enemy seemed to be provoked by his words, his eyes growing even colder. "You think I'll give you another chance?"

Huang Feipeng finally smiled, a smile containing a hint of anger, but even more so a clear understanding of the situation. He knew that what he could do now was not to retaliate, but to delay, delay, until he found a real opportunity to turn the tide.

Huang Feipeng reached out and grabbed the bag of ham, gently taking it down from the shelf. Although his heart was still pounding, his expression was unusually calm, even carrying a barely perceptible air of nonchalance. He understood that every movement he made now had to be precise; even seemingly insignificant actions could affect his life or death in the next second. He gently held the ham bag in his hand, feeling its softness and elasticity, as if everything was reminding him that time was ticking away, and all he could do was wait for an opportunity to break through.

His gaze unconsciously drifted to the corner of the warehouse. There, a pile of old cardboard boxes and planks lay side by side. The quiet corner seemed to have gone unnoticed by the enemy, yet Huang Feipeng's eyes locked onto a detail—the cardboard boxes appeared to contain some moldy bread. They were bags of bread that already exuded a stale smell; the yellow packaging had turned yellowed, and the surrounding odor made one wrinkle their nose, yet they still existed in this dark space.

A bizarre thought suddenly arose in Huang Feipeng's mind—bread. It was something he had never considered before. Bread and ham seemed like completely unrelated items, yet strangely, at this moment, bread became exceptionally important. His thinking underwent a strange shift in an instant; perhaps this bag of moldy bread could be one of the keys to his escape.

"What exactly do you want?" the enemy's voice came again, deep and tinged with impatience. "Did you think you were trying to be clever?"

Huang Feipeng didn't look up, his gaze calmly fixed on the bag of bread. He knew the enemy would never understand his actions, and even he himself couldn't fully explain why, in this life-or-death situation, bread had become a glimmer of hope in his mind. Yet, it was precisely this inexplicable thought that gave him an extremely faint sense of motivation. Like the bag of ham he was clutching tightly at that moment, the bread was perhaps just a symbol, a symbol of the survival instinct he held deep within his heart.

Huang Feipeng's fingers lightly touched the edge of the bread bag. Although the bread inside was moldy and even smelled unpleasant, he didn't care at the moment. He mechanically opened the bag and crushed the bread, abandoned by time, into small pieces. When his fingers touched the dry, hard parts of the bread, Huang Feipeng could almost hear his own heartbeat. His consciousness temporarily detached from this hostile environment, as if everything had become slow and blurry.

"What are you doing?" The enemy stared at Huang Feipeng's actions, a hint of doubt on his face, and a touch of impatience in his tone. "What do you think these expired breads can do for you?"

Huang Feipeng didn't react much; in fact, one could say he ignored the enemy's words. He lowered his head, continuing to crush the bread pieces, kneading each crumb in his hands.