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

His body swept across the room like lightning, rushing towards the door.

Just then, the curtains were suddenly ripped open, and the enemy abruptly turned around, seemingly preparing to give chase. Huang Feipeng's mind was clear; he knew that what he relied on was speed and skill, not brute force. Every subtle change in every corner would become the key to determining his fate in that instant.

Huang Feipeng's steps were quick and powerful as he passed through the dimly lit room. In the instant the curtains were drawn, he almost felt himself being propelled forward by some invisible force. Each step was accompanied by a rapid pounding of his heart, yet his mind was crystal clear—he knew he had no time to waste, nor much opportunity to dwell on too many trivial details.

The escape route was already laid out in his mind. Every passage, every door, even the location of every brick he once knew was marked in his heart. He knew every corner of this place like the back of his hand. His past training and experience had now become his capital to escape danger. Huang Feipeng understood that every decision could be a matter of life and death in an instant.

He rushed across the room, his mind racing almost nonstop, his heart pounding, all his senses focused on how to avoid making the slightest sound that would reveal his presence. The sound of the curtains falling was like an alarm bell, reminding him that he had to buy time. He silently counted down the seconds; he knew these were the crucial ten seconds, and he had to break through this barrier without hesitation to escape successfully.

"Snapped!"

He finally touched the doorknob. Huang Feipeng secretly rejoiced; everything was proceeding according to his plan. His calm mind prevented him from panicking during the brief moment of confusion. He quickly opened the door, his gaze sweeping across the hallway outside. In that instant, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the tattered curtains, illuminating the empty corridor. This seemingly quiet environment was filled with a sense of confinement, as if some unpredictable danger lurked within.

He looked up at the end of the corridor, almost without hesitation. Huang Feipeng knew this passage was the shortest path, but also the most complex. After leaving the room, every step down the corridor was fraught with uncertainty; he had to quickly find the next turning point and avoid lurking enemies.

"I must be careful," Huang Feipeng reminded himself silently. The enemy had already set up numerous obstacles, and if he wasn't careful, he might be surrounded.

He began to walk, trying to avoid making a sound with each step. His heart began to race, and with each movement, he realized that the closer he got to the exit, the more exposed he would be to the enemy. And the enemy certainly wouldn't give up easily; Huang Feipeng knew that it was all just a game of time.

"You think you can escape?" Suddenly, the enemy's voice came from behind, filled with obvious sarcasm and disdain. "You've only delayed for a moment."

Huang Feipeng's heart tightened; he knew the enemy had noticed his movements. He didn't stop, continuing forward, his mind racing, calculating his next move. He needed a clearer route; he couldn't delay any longer.

He remembered there was an elevator shaft at the corner, a relatively enclosed area that, although usually dimly lit, could temporarily buy time for the enemy to pursue. Huang Feipeng quickly adjusted his direction and headed towards the elevator shaft. With each step, he mentally calculated the distance and the likelihood of the enemy catching up—the enemy would arrive in about thirty seconds.

He stepped into the elevator shaft, stopped, and instantly blended into his surroundings. Leaning against the wall, he breathed softly, yet remained unusually calm. He could clearly sense that the enemy was very close, and if he didn't make a decision soon, he would be in trouble.

“The distance along this road should be enough for the enemy to miss it.” Huang Feipeng’s mind raced, no longer relying on the surrounding environment, but placing all his hopes on his predictive abilities. “I need to go around it first and leave through the passage on the rooftop.”

Instead of engaging in direct combat or risking a return to the starting point, he quickly changed direction, intending to traverse the concealed passage and detour to the rooftop. While the rooftop offered good cover, he feared being surrounded if the enemy anticipated his move. Huang Feipeng knew that if he couldn't break through quickly, he would find himself in even greater danger.

He moved even lighter, getting as close to the corner as possible, scanning the area behind each door with his eyes. Distance had become the most important metric at this moment. He knew his position, constantly calculating the possibility of contact with the enemy, and had prepared contingency plans in advance.

"Fifteen seconds," he muttered to himself, his gaze calmly sweeping across the elevator shaft, almost without wasting a single movement. The elevator shaft doors were already closed; he had to get through as quickly as possible.

Huang Feipeng mentally calculated the time, his mind clearing, each step's distance precisely measured. His breaths quickened, his body involuntarily accelerating. But he remained clear that he couldn't afford to waste a single second. The enemy's attention might be drawn to him at this moment, and a successful passage across the rooftop would pave the way for a true breakthrough.

He bypassed the elevator shaft and entered the stairwell. It was another exit; clearly, the enemy hadn't expected him to take this route. Huang Feipeng lowered his head, quickly lifting his foot, making almost no sound. Each step he took down the stairs was exceptionally cautious. He remembered the height and width of every step, almost able to precisely feel every crevice in the darkness, accurately controlling his pace.

"I can only rely on myself," Huang Feipeng thought to himself. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning slightly white, but his eyes remained resolute. The distance behind him no longer mattered. He no longer expected any assistance; he could only rely on himself to complete this journey.

The moment he reached the bottom of the stairs, he abruptly stopped. His mind cleared, Huang Feipeng's eyes sharp as knives, quickly scanning his surroundings. He pulled an old map from his backpack, carefully observing his location. At that moment, his plan became even clearer: he would no longer rely on a direct escape, but instead decided to take a roundabout route.

A flash of inspiration struck Huang Feipeng. He knew that if he relied solely on his current plan, he might be counterattacked by the enemy during his escape. And that so-called "secluded path" wasn't as perfect as he'd anticipated; once the enemy locked onto him, they would relentlessly pursue him. He had to make a bold, unexpected choice to completely escape his predicament.