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

“Destined?” Huang Feipeng’s lips curled up slightly, revealing an almost imperceptible smile. “No, I have always been rewriting my destiny.”

Suddenly, Huang Feipeng pulled something out of his backpack: a black fountain pen. Its surface was badly worn and had lost its shine, but its weight was just right, making it extremely comfortable to hold. Huang Feipeng gently stroked the pen with his fingertips, calmly considering his next move.

The enemy's eyes suddenly became more alert; he was unaware of the threat posed by the pen in Huang Feipeng's hand. The enemy stood still, his expression growing increasingly complex; he seemed to have noticed some subtle changes, but couldn't quite grasp them.

Huang Feipeng silently prayed: if everything went smoothly, this pen would be the breakthrough. If the enemy relaxed their guard even for a moment, he could use that brief time to counterattack. That familiar tension swept over Huang Feipeng once again, but he didn't waver. Instead, his heart suddenly became unusually calm, like a fishing net in the deep sea, quietly waiting for its prey to take the bait.

"You think I would really believe you?" the enemy finally spoke, his tone filled with increasingly intense distrust and wariness. "You look ridiculous right now."

Huang Feipeng took a deep breath; his heart began to race, but quickly calmed down. He knew clearly that this was no longer a head-on confrontation with the enemy; violence and resistance were no longer the only options. Instead, remaining calm and ready to make decisions at any moment were the most important survival rules now.

He stared down at the pen in his hand, its heavy weight reminding him that the key now was to seize this delicate opportunity to break through. He knew that his position allowed no room for delay or hesitation. The enemy had noticed his change, and the atmosphere had become even more tense. Every second, every movement of Huang Feipeng would be magnified in the enemy's eyes, becoming a potential threat. He needed to make a decisive decision.

A sudden surge of intense emotion welled up within him, and without hesitation, Huang Feipeng quickly lowered his head, adjusting the atmosphere around him. A quiet, oppressive atmosphere filled the space, as if the air itself had become heavy, and all sound was swallowed by the silence.

He quietly released his grip on the pen, his fingers tightly clutching a thin rope inside his backpack. The rope was quite ordinary, but for Huang Feipeng, it was an invisible safeguard. This rope, perhaps seemingly insignificant, could help him complete a crucial escape plan.

Huang Feipeng began to quickly plan his next move. He deliberately drew the enemy's attention to the pen, knowing that their focus was now entirely on the object in his hand. Perhaps the enemy never imagined that Huang Feipeng's true plan wasn't the pen, but rather his momentary composure.

The enemy hesitated, his steps faltering. A cold smile still lingered on his lips, but his eyes no longer held the same confidence, replaced by a clear wariness. Huang Feipeng sensed this subtle change, and almost simultaneously, he unzipped his backpack a tiny crack.

He pulled the thin rope from his backpack and gently looped it around his wrist. The rope was thin yet strong, capable of pulling Huang Feipeng's body in an instant, helping him quickly create distance between himself and the enemy.

Huang Feipeng's fingers trembled slightly, not from nervousness, but from an unprecedented decisiveness. He knew he could only unleash his fastest speed the moment the enemy lowered their guard. Now, the entire situation was no longer about brute force, but about creating space for victory through speed and intelligence.

"Are you about to show me some new trick?" The enemy's tone suddenly became more mocking, and a clear sense of impatience began to emerge. "You really think you can turn the tide?"

Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't swayed by the enemy's words; instead, his escape route became clearer. The enemy's provocations continued to echo in his ears, but at this moment, Huang Feipeng's mindset was completely different. To him, verbal challenges were merely empty talk; the real challenge was how to create an opportunity for escape in the next few seconds.

His gaze swept across his surroundings, realizing his position wasn't ideal. Every corner seemed fraught with danger; the enemy appeared to have sensed his intentions and could act at any moment. But Huang Feipeng's calmness and focus gave him an unprecedented sense of control. He understood that revealing his plans now could lead him into a trap, but if he waited any longer, the opportunity might slip away.

He suddenly remembered seeing a tattered curtain in the corner of the room earlier. The curtain was hanging loosely, but it could provide him with temporary cover. With just a little use, he could conceal his movements, hide some of his actions, and buy himself time to escape.

Huang Feipeng held his breath nervously, his movements becoming increasingly light. He slightly adjusted his posture, moving his feet slowly and inconspicuously, avoiding any possible sound on the floor.

His resolve remained unwavering. He understood that true escape wasn't just about speed; it was about ensuring that every detail and every movement was flawless.

The enemy remained oblivious to Huang Feipeng's subtle changes, seemingly waiting for the final breakthrough. Huang Feipeng slowly approached the curtain, trying to keep each breath as soft as possible. Just as his fingers were about to touch the curtain, his heart suddenly raced, like a bomb about to explode. At this moment, every second was extremely precious, and the precision of every movement was crucial.

The enemy's eyes were still fixed on Huang Feipeng, seemingly unaware that he had already begun his stealthy operation. Huang Feipeng's hands touched the curtain; his movements were extremely swift and stealthy. He gently lifted the curtain, and almost at the same moment, he suddenly pulled it down, causing the entire curtain to fall and instantly conceal his figure.

The enemy's vision was immediately obstructed, but he did not react instantly. Huang Feipeng knew that the enemy's judgment had already been confused; the key now was how to seize this brief moment and find an opportunity to escape.

His heart pounded faster, but his mind remained unusually clear. Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, knowing that in the next second, he would have his chance to break through the enemy's defenses. He thrust his legs forward with tremendous force...