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

He seemed to realize that his oversights in certain details were a trap set by the enemy. Perhaps the enemy never truly considered him an opponent from the beginning, but had already anticipated all his actions. The current situation was exactly what Huang Feipeng least wanted to face—the enemy wasn't relying on brute force or speed, but rather on psychological control to slowly corner him.

"No." Huang Feipeng suddenly gritted his teeth and silently told himself. He knew he had to change his strategy. This game was clearly no longer a simple contest of intelligence, but more of an emotional maneuver. The enemy had learned how to exploit Huang Feipeng's inner turmoil, how to create unease in him on a psychological level, and this unease was enough to destroy a person's rationality.

"Don't forget, you had absolutely no choice," the enemy added calmly, seemingly having seen through Huang Feipeng's inner turmoil. These seemingly unintentional words struck Huang Feipeng's sore spot.

Huang Feipeng's hand suddenly paused. He looked down at the bread cube, a lightning-fast thought flashing through his mind. Yes, this thought might offer him a glimmer of hope. If the enemy truly believed he was helpless, then it was the perfect time to counterattack. Huang Feipeng knew that all he could do was break this balance, break the enemy's control over him—and all of this had to start with his mindset; he could no longer be swayed by the enemy's words.

Huang Feipeng finally raised his head and took a deep look at the enemy standing in front of him. His eyes no longer wavered, but instead showed a resolute determination.

“I think things aren’t as simple as you think.” Huang Feipeng’s voice was calm and firm, with an unprecedented chill in his tone. “You think you have the situation under control, but in reality you’re just standing on a seemingly calm sea, while I’m looking for the opportunity to break the ice.”

The enemy seemed unprepared for Huang Feipeng's reaction, a dismissive smile playing on his lips: "Do you really think these words can change the situation?"

Huang Feipeng's lips curled up slightly: "Change the situation? No, I'm just telling you that my opportunity begins with a single sentence from you."

The enemy frowned slightly, the contempt in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by an air of unease. He finally realized that he might have truly underestimated the detective before him.

Huang Feipeng's eyes were fixed on the front, a strange feeling beginning to stir within him. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have grasped a crucial clue—no, it should be said, a lead. This lead was not obvious, nor did it show any dramatic signs, but like finally seeing a faint ray of light in a fog.

His fingers lightly traced the worn bag of bread. The instant his fingertips touched it, he felt a hard, crisp texture, like opening a long-sealed door. Although the bread itself was moldy and its aroma had faded, the touch brought him a strange calm. In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and all the noise and threats were shut out. Huang Feipeng's heartbeat calmed down. He realized that this was no longer a physical battle; the real contest had shifted to a battle of wits.

“You really look like you’re about to collapse,” the enemy’s voice broke the silence again, tinged with contempt and provocation. “Did you think I would let you go?”

Huang Feipeng lowered his head, his fingers applying slight pressure as he gradually crushed the bread crumbs into even smaller pieces. He didn't rush to respond to the enemy's words, but instead silently calculated in his mind. The enemy's contempt undoubtedly made one thing even clearer to him: the enemy underestimated his resilience and patience, and this was precisely an opportunity that Huang Feipeng could exploit.

The enemy seemed to notice Huang Feipeng's silence and continued in a somewhat provocative tone, "Don't think you're so smart just because you don't speak. You know, Huang Feipeng, you have no way out."

A vague outline gradually formed in Huang Feipeng's mind. Although it was still unclear, the outline of the door was becoming increasingly clear. Almost as soon as the enemy finished speaking, he had an unusual realization. He suddenly felt that he was not completely trapped. Perhaps, it was the faint information revealed by the enemy in this conversation that became the breakthrough.

"Do you think you've got me figured out?" Huang Feipeng suddenly raised his head, his gaze cold and unfathomable.

The enemy's smile gradually froze. He hadn't expected Huang Feipeng to suddenly retaliate. His gaze instantly turned wary, and his tone was no longer as composed as before: "What are you talking about?"

Huang Feipeng didn't answer directly, but instead said slowly in a relaxed tone, "What you just said has told me a lot of things, even though you don't realize it yourself. Knowing too much has become your weakness."

The enemy frowned slightly, clearly puzzled by Huang Feipeng's reaction, but did not immediately make a move. He seemed to sense that Huang Feipeng had made some new discovery, although he did not understand what it was, a sense of unease rose in his heart.

Huang Feipeng continued, "You think you have the whole situation under control, but you're wrong. What you know is far less than what you don't know." He gently clenched the bread crumb in his hand, as if he were holding some unknown key, and a faint tremor ran through his fingertips.

The enemy was silent for a moment, then a cold smile appeared on his lips: "What loopholes do you think you can find in these fragments? It's nothing but a self-deceiving struggle."

Huang Feipeng's eyes suddenly sharpened, and an unprecedented firmness rose in his heart: "You're wrong. You're too confident to see all the flaws around you."

The enemy's gaze suddenly sharpened, clearly sensing the change in Huang Feipeng's tone. His expression subtly shifted, as if he realized something was amiss. However, he didn't act immediately, instead continuing to watch Huang Feipeng with a cold smile, as if waiting for his next move.

"You know, Huang Feipeng, your fate was already sealed." The enemy's cold voice came again, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

Huang Feipeng, however, showed no fear. Instead, he calmly observed the enemy, his mind racing. Yes, although the enemy possessed a great deal of information, it was precisely this information that, on certain levels, became his weakness. Huang Feipeng suddenly realized—the enemy thought that what he knew was all his resources, but he overlooked one crucial point: Huang Feipeng's true strength had long been hidden in places the enemy had never noticed.