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

“A trap?” Huang Feipeng repeated the word in a low voice, his voice hoarse. He tried to remain calm, but no matter how hard he tried, the unease and panic in his heart could not be dispelled. He knew that he was no longer the Huang Feipeng who could freely control the situation; he had been dragged into a completely unfamiliar situation, a situation that had been destined long before he even realized it.

“You want to find a way out, but now, the way out no longer exists.” Lu Feng sighed softly. “If you truly want to find the answer, then you must accept the whole truth.”

Huang Feipeng's hands began to tremble slightly, and his steps became heavy. He finally understood that his situation was far more complex and dangerous than he had imagined. But at that moment, Huang Feipeng did not give up the idea of ​​resistance; instead, he felt that he was beginning to approach a world he had never experienced before.

He took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on Lu Feng: "I don't believe any of this. I don't believe what you're saying."

Lu Feng did not respond immediately, but silently watched him with deep eyes, as if waiting for Huang Feipeng's next choice.

Huang Feipeng's pace quickened involuntarily. He didn't glance at Lu Feng again, but lowered his head, rapidly calculating his escape plan. Although he knew he was trapped in an unpredictable situation, caught in a massive conspiracy, his stubbornness remained undiminished. He couldn't sit idly by and wait for fate to take its course, nor could he allow himself to be like a bound prey, helplessly led towards an inevitable end.

Countless escape possibilities flashed through his mind, but no matter the scenario, each idea filled him with dread. A chill ran through him, as if he suddenly realized the depth of his predicament. At that moment, Huang Feipeng felt as if he had become an isolated individual, trapped in an invisible net, every thread of which tightly bound his every move.

He could feel Lu Feng's gaze following him closely, like a calm cheetah ready to pounce at any moment. At that moment, Huang Feipeng's only thought was to escape—to escape this suffocating place, to escape this seemingly inescapable situation.

However, the escape plan was not as simple as he had imagined.

He pulled several maps from his backpack, maps he had collected through various channels. The maps marked the streets, alleys, and buildings surrounding the warehouse area, even indicating some inconspicuous paths and sewer entrances. He ran his finger lightly across the maps, carefully scrutinizing every detail countless times. Huang Feipeng knew that, besides his own composure and judgment, he could only rely on these seemingly simple maps.

"If we can get through this alley and bypass the guards' surveillance point, we might be able to get away temporarily," Huang Feipeng muttered to himself.

However, every road on the map was marked with a red warning line, indicating the most dangerous areas from the intelligence he had gathered. Huang Feipeng muttered to himself, unsure if he could completely avoid those unseen eyes and lurking dangers. Every operation was a gamble.

"Where should I go after I escape?" he continued to ponder. This question only intensified his anxiety. Escaping meant breaking free from control, but it also meant having nowhere to go. A wave of regret washed over him; how could he have fallen into this predicament? These were consequences he hadn't considered, and once free from Lu Feng's control, he might lose everything.

He pondered deeply while constantly glancing around. The warehouse remained silent, a heavy atmosphere thick with tension. Lu Feng stood a short distance away, maintaining his calm demeanor, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. Huang Feipeng couldn't help but sneer inwardly: This guy seems to always be able to remain unmoved, as if nothing can disturb him in the slightest.

Suddenly, Huang Feipeng stopped, his eyes sharpening as he fixed his gaze on Lu Feng's retreating figure. Though filled with doubt and unease, he was already mentally charting an escape route. With a light step, he turned towards a corner of the warehouse—an exit he had noticed before. Although it was concealed by stacked crates, Huang Feipeng had long recognized that behind this exit lay a narrow alleyway leading to the outside world, perhaps even to the edge of the city.

He suddenly felt a surge of excitement, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope. However, in that instant of joy, Huang Feipeng's mind also became unusually clear. Every step of his escape meant a life-or-death struggle; Lu Feng's shadow remained ever-present, and he couldn't predict whether he could successfully cross that carefully laid net.

"Damn it..." Huang Feipeng cursed under his breath. He clenched his fists, a strange impulse rising within him, as if the precipice of fate had already appeared before him, and every choice would determine his future. But he still couldn't predict whether that exit was truly the only hope.

In that instant, a thought flashed through Huang Feipeng's mind: Was he being too impatient? Did Lu Feng's silence and composure mean that more things were yet to be revealed, and that he was being too anxious, missing the most important clue? A sense of unease made his steps falter slightly. Huang Feipeng suddenly felt that his decision wasn't as firm as he had thought. He wasn't truly sure if what he faced was really a situation he could escape. After all, it was all far beyond his control.

Lu Feng seemed to sense Huang Feipeng's hesitation and suddenly asked, "Are you trying to escape?"

These words struck Huang Feipeng squarely at his heart, as if a needle had pierced the deepest defenses within him. He abruptly looked up, staring at Lu Feng, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Yes, he wanted to escape. But he refused to acknowledge this emotion; he refused to expose his true feelings so completely. To escape meant he had to admit he was trapped, that he had to admit he wasn't omnipotent.

"Do you think you can escape?" Lu Feng's voice rang out again, tinged with sarcasm, as if he had long anticipated Huang Feipeng's reaction.

Huang Feipeng's fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of the map, his lips trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. To flee or not to flee? This seemed to be a decision he could no longer make independently.