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

He finally made his decision, suddenly turning around and walking towards the depths of the warehouse, his steps hurried yet resolute. "No matter what you do, I've made up my mind."

Lu Feng did not stop him, but simply watched everything quietly, his eyes unwavering, as if he already knew that every move Huang Feipeng made was part of a game he could not escape.

Huang Feipeng quickened his pace, his eyes fixed resolutely on the narrow passageway in front of the warehouse, his mind a jumble of emotions. The closer he got to the exit, the more uneasy he felt, as if countless invisible threads were pulling at him, making it difficult for him to calm down. An escape plan had already formed in his mind, but every step was filled with uncertainty and pressure. Every decision, every turning point, would affect his fate, and he couldn't guarantee that this path would lead him out of his predicament.

Countless calculations flashed through his mind, each route meticulously considered. Although the alley leading to the outside world was an exit he had marked, he still felt uneasy. He knew that every action could be detected, every action could directly expose him. Lu Feng's calm eyes seemed to pierce through his thoughts at any moment, and he was constantly thinking about how to break free from that invisible net.

“If I take this route now…” Huang Feipeng silently calculated, mentally sketching out a virtual route. This passage should allow him to avoid the outer surveillance and pass through an abandoned building area. Although it wasn't very far, it would buy him some time. However, this route wasn't perfect; it would pass through several locations that might be guarded and patrolled, meaning he had to avoid contact with the guards as much as possible and remain as concealed as possible.

Huang Feipeng quickly calculated the distances and risks of each route in his mind, trying to estimate every detail as accurately as possible. He even began to retrieve previously collected intelligence from his memory, attempting to find any potential blind spots.

"Going around this point might cause some trouble," he suddenly thought, his brow furrowing slightly. That stretch of road was quite far from the main street, and he would have to take a seemingly abandoned path. This path was rarely used and overgrown with weeds, but Huang Feipeng knew it was very likely a place the security personnel had overlooked. Even so, going around it would still waste some time.

"If I walk a little faster, I might save some time." He secretly speculated that he could avoid being caught by the surveillance cameras by passing through that alley, but he still had to keep a low profile to avoid being discovered by the patrol officers.

Huang Feipeng muttered to himself, mentally rehearsing the consequences of each choice. With each step he took, he seemed to feel himself being pushed to his limit—escaping was not a simple action, but required enduring countless pressures and choices.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his mind racing with thoughts. The once calm and decisive man seemed to have lost his way in this frantic escape game. Every choice before him was fraught with risk, and he couldn't afford to stop and think for too long. Every second could bring irreversible consequences.

“Yes, let’s take this alley first.” Huang Feipeng suddenly made up his mind. He knew his plan wasn’t perfect, but at this critical moment, he couldn’t afford to hesitate any longer. Even if this path wasn’t perfect, it was still better than waiting to die.

He stood at the end of the passage, took a deep breath, and strode quickly through. Huang Feipeng's figure blended into the surrounding shadows. He tried his best to make every movement as silent as possible, like prey silently escaping into the darkness, avoiding the lurking hunter.

The narrow passage made it almost impossible for Huang Feipeng to move freely; he had to keep his head down and carefully feel his way forward. The walls on both sides were covered with old paint and stains, and the air was filled with a musty smell. Although the environment was not comfortable, Huang Feipeng felt a little comforted—at least no one here knew his location.

He couldn't help but silently calculate the time in his mind. According to his estimate, the passage was about 500 meters long, and if everything went smoothly, he could cross it in about five minutes. The alley was at least 100 meters away from the nearest surveillance point. Although time was limited, as long as he didn't leave any clues, Huang Feipeng still had a chance to escape.

However, just as Huang Feipeng was gradually lowering his guard, he suddenly heard faint footsteps ahead. His heart clenched, and he almost instinctively stopped breathing. It was undeniably the sound of patrolling footsteps. Huang Feipeng's mind went blank for a moment, and the situation before him seemed to become even more complicated. Realizing that he was not completely safe, his mind raced, trying to find any place where he could hide.

He quickly pressed himself against the wall, slipping sideways into the passageway, his body pressed against the damp brick wall, holding his breath. The footsteps grew closer and clearer, each stomp like a knock on the door of fate.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry," Huang Feipeng urged himself incessantly, cold sweat already beading on his forehead. The looming fear made it almost impossible for him to concentrate; every nerve in his body was taut, as if he were about to face a life-or-death battle.

Just then, the footsteps stopped, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment. Huang Feipeng held his breath, pressing himself tightly against the wall; his heart pounded so hard it almost drowned out everything else around him. Those few seconds felt like endless torture. Huang Feipeng couldn't tell where the other person had stopped, or if he could continue.

"I can't stop." He clenched his teeth, his muscles trembling, but he made the decision. He had to keep going, he had to break through this predicament no matter what.

Huang Feipeng's heart began to pound violently. The surrounding environment seemed to blur, and all his senses were overwhelmed by the approaching footsteps. A sudden, intense panic stiffened his entire body; his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, and his ears were filled with a jumble of echoing sounds. He had just thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but these sudden footsteps, like the call of death, plunged everything into even greater tension.

"Don't panic, don't panic," Huang Feipeng repeatedly told himself, forcing himself to calm down. He knew that if he panicked, he would lose the opportunity to deal with the current situation. Every second was a matter of life and death; the slightest mistake would render all his efforts and calculations futile.