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

It was as if this was some kind of way for him to fight against his enemies. He imagined that if he could do something with these fragments, perhaps, at least buy himself some time and give him a better chance of survival.

"What exactly do you want?" The enemy grew increasingly agitated, his voice low and cold, almost threatening.

Huang Feipeng suddenly stood up straight, turned around sharply, and met the enemy's gaze with sharp eyes. Although his heart was still churning, his voice was surprisingly calm: "I want to make some bread."

The enemy was visibly taken aback, clearly not expecting Huang Feipeng's absurd response. He obviously thought Huang Feipeng was being deliberately mysterious or stalling for time, but Huang Feipeng knew that it was precisely this meaningless action that would make the enemy overlook his true intentions. He didn't explain further, but simply continued to crush the bread crumbs into powder one by one. The more harmless the action seemed, the more it would lull the enemy into a false sense of security.

Huang Feipeng's heart was still pounding, his blood coursing through his veins, as if every nerve was giving it their all in this life-or-death game. His fingers crunched the bread, while countless images flashed through his mind—Li Jianni's betrayal, his lonely days and nights investigating the truth, the enemy's chilling smile, and every corner of this dimly lit warehouse. Those small, seemingly unrelated details were gradually piecing together a truth that was almost suffocating him.

He suppressed all his anxiety, refusing to lose his composure. Although the smell of the bread was suffocating and even made him want to vomit, he knew that only calmness in this moment could help him get out of this predicament.

"What are you thinking?" The enemy finally lost his patience, and the threat in his voice became increasingly obvious. "If you keep playing the fool, you'll regret it."

Huang Feipeng's lips curled into a cold smile. Yes, he understood that, just as his enemies had said, he was now completely cornered. But this was also the perfect opportunity for him to counterattack. His enemies didn't understand that the more insignificant Huang Feipeng seemed, the more opportunities he would have. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, even the smallest glimmer of chance, he would never give up.

He stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and met the enemy's gaze: "I'm not pretending to be crazy." Huang Feipeng uttered these words softly, his tone calm, as if it were a trivial matter.

The enemy frowned, clearly not understanding Huang Feipeng's meaning, but he didn't act immediately. A hint of hesitation appeared on his face, a hesitation that seemed to ignite a certain hope in Huang Feipeng's heart. Perhaps, the enemy was finally beginning to feel uneasy, starting to wonder what trump card this detective was hiding.

“You’re wrong,” Huang Feipeng said slowly, trying to make his tone slightly provocative. “You think I’m a pawn, but you’ve never really understood me.”

Huang Feipeng slowly gathered the bread crumbs and placed them into a worn paper bag. His movements were slow and steady, each piece of bread carefully crushed, almost like placing tiny bombs. Despite the stuffy, suffocating air around him, Huang Feipeng's mind was clear. He no longer rushed into action, but waited quietly, waiting for the enemy's next move, waiting for that one moment he could seize the opportunity.

The enemy remained standing, his gaze fixed on Huang Feipeng, as if he had noticed something unusual about his actions. However, he showed no sign of being eager to attack. The enemy knew that Huang Feipeng's intelligence had enabled him to handle many missions with ease, and today, Huang Feipeng's calmness and composure were equally alarming.

Huang Feipeng's heart was still pounding. His mind replayed Li Jianni's betrayal, the days they had spent together. The warmth and trust they once shared seemed like something he had long forgotten. The pain in his heart made him feel suffocated, but he knew that emotions could no longer dictate his judgment. Facing the enemy, he needed to make calmer decisions and more precise reactions.

The enemy finally couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a cold laugh, his voice low and threatening: "You think you can escape by doing these little tricks? You're too naive, Huang Feipeng. You may be smart, but you've underestimated me."

Huang Feipeng didn't look up or respond. His eyes were fixed on the bread bag, and an almost mechanical movement began again. He seemed detached, his thoughts and emotions completely isolated at this moment. He knew clearly that he couldn't make any more rash moves. Every second, every minute, every second was a new opportunity or a trap. A thought flashed through his mind—he wasn't without a chance, but now he had to calm down and truly seize that tiny loophole.

"Do you think you can just sit here and wait to die?" The enemy looked at Huang Feipeng with disdain, seemingly impatient with his complete indifference. As he spoke, his breath grew closer, as if a threat was about to erupt.

Huang Feipeng's lips curled slightly, but his eyes remained unmoved: "I have never sat idly by and waited for my doom; on the contrary, I have been waiting for an opportunity. You may not understand."

The enemy paused, his brow furrowed, clearly displeased with such a direct challenge. After a moment of intense staring, he suddenly gave a cold laugh: "Do you think you can gain the upper hand in this situation? You underestimate me."

Huang Feipeng lowered his head, his fingers tracing the crumbs of bread. Suddenly, a strange feeling rose within him, as if the entire situation had subtly shifted. He knew that this game between him and his enemy was no longer a simple physical contest, but a psychological duel. Everyone harbors different trump cards, and what he had just said might not have been a simple rebuttal, but a challenge, making his enemy begin to consider whether this seemingly powerless detective could truly achieve a comeback through some unexpected means.

"You think this will allow you to escape?" The enemy's gaze remained cold. "You're wrong. There's absolutely no chance between you and me."

A deep unease suddenly arose in Huang Feipeng's heart. He suddenly felt that the enemy seemed to have been prepared for him all along. Although he was constantly vigilant about this hidden threat, he always felt that he might not have realized the enemy's complete control over him.

In that instant, Huang Feipeng's heart raced.