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

"Come on!" Huang Feipeng shouted, trying to rouse himself. He knew that the battle before him was not only about his own life or death, but also about his shared fate with the gaunt man. His body reacted in that instant, and a strong will to survive filled him with power.

As his opponent drew near, he suddenly leaped to the left, dodging the longsword's attack. Then, he swiftly turned and lunged at another enemy, attempting to use his agility to distract them.

However, the situation was becoming increasingly dire. More men in black arrived, and the surrounding space was instantly compressed, seemingly leaving no way out. Huang Feipeng's heart pounded faster and faster. Shouts and footsteps echoed all around him, and he felt a suffocating sense of oppression gradually creeping over him.

"Run!" came the shout from the side. He had already rushed to the other side of the alley, his eyes firm and resolute. "I'll draw them away, you get out of here!"

Huang Feipeng froze, a sense of unease rising within him. "I can't abandon you!" he shouted back, knowing full well that he couldn't add any burden to the thin man in this situation.

"Stop dawdling! Let's go!" The thin man's voice carried a hint of anger, even a touch of helplessness, but his eyes gleamed with determination.

At that moment, complex emotions welled up in Huang Feipeng's heart—he could neither choose to run away nor stand aside. His innate sense of responsibility made him no longer hesitate; he had to fight alongside the gaunt man against the impending darkness.

"I won't leave!" he said firmly, his voice filled with courage. He wanted to prove that he was no longer a cowardly bystander, but a warrior capable of facing challenges.

These words seemed to infuse him with courage; his body instantly surged with power as he charged towards the approaching enemy. Though fear still lingered within him, this time, he chose to dance with his fear.

The two fought side by side, as if finding a sense of belonging in this dangerous situation. No matter what the future held, they would face it together, shoulder to shoulder, heading into the unknown darkness. At this moment, Huang Feipeng seemed to have found a deeper courage and determination, and his heart was no longer lonely.

Huang Feipeng stood by the window, the rain pattering down outside, seemingly echoing the complex emotions in his heart. The atmosphere at home was oppressive and suffocating. His mother was busy cleaning the kitchen, muttering under her breath, while his father stood silently by, his brow furrowed. An unnamed anger burned within Huang Feipeng, almost consuming him completely.

"I told you I didn't want to eat that!" he suddenly burst out, his voice particularly jarring in the quiet room. Huang Feipeng wasn't angry about the taste of the food, but rather that his long-suppressed emotions had finally found an outlet. His voice startled his mother, causing her to stop what she was doing, turn around, and reveal a look of astonishment and disappointment on her face.

"Feipeng, how could you say that?" The mother's voice was low and filled with grievance. Tears welled in her eyes, as if the silence had instantly accumulated into a bitter feeling in her heart.

“I just want to eat what I like, why do you always force me to eat these things?” Huang Feipeng responded coldly, his stubbornness making him even more defiant. He recalled the past—every time his family argued over trivial matters, his parents always habitually ignored his feelings, and his voice in this family seemed to be forever unheard.

"I just want you to eat healthily, why can't you understand?" The mother looked up, tears welling in her eyes, her voice filled with helplessness and heartache. She had a deep love for her son, but didn't know how to express it, so she could only instill it in him in this way.

"You'll never know what I want!" Huang Feipeng's voice grew increasingly shrill. He felt his heart bound by an invisible force, restless and angry, as if trapped in an invisible cage. Images of his interactions with his parents flashed through his mind; countless arguments and misunderstandings surged like a tide, leaving him feeling utterly exhausted.

"Feipeng, how could you treat your mother like this?" The father finally spoke, his tone filled with disappointment and helplessness. His voice was steady and powerful, but Huang Feipeng could not feel any care or love in it; only anger and resentment surged within him.

"I just want my own life, is that not allowed?" Huang Feipeng almost roared, his pent-up frustration finding no outlet. He knew that such an argument wouldn't bring about any real change, but the discontent in his heart was like an ever-expanding balloon, making him unable to resist popping it.

"Do you think we don't want you to be happy?" The father's tone softened slightly, but there was still a hint of sternness in his words. "You're all grown up now, and you should learn to take responsibility for your future."

"I'm trying, trying my best to be a good son, but you always talk about my future and never consider my feelings!" Huang Feipeng's eyes blazed with anger. He didn't want to be suppressed anymore, and the inner scream almost made him lose his mind.

"What exactly is this future you're talking about? Is everything we've worried about for you just for nothing?" The mother's voice was filled with despair and hopelessness, and tears finally welled up in her eyes, wetting her face.

Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat, and guilt washed over him instantly. Seeing his mother's tears, the flames of anger in his heart seemed to be extinguished, replaced by endless heartache and unease. He knew his mother's feelings, but this concern often felt more like a burden to him.

"I...I didn't mean that." Huang Feipeng's voice gradually lowered as he began to reflect on his behavior. Perhaps it was because he was too focused on his own thoughts and neglected his parents' feelings. Just then, a rare gentleness appeared on his father's face.

"Feipeng, do you think all our expectations for you are wrong? We hope you can have a bright future; that's what we care about most." Although his father's words were serious, they carried a hint of understanding and tolerance.

"I know you mean well, but I wish I had the right to choose," Huang Feipeng said softly, his endless grievances and fears gradually emerging. He hoped to find a balance that would allow him to realize his dreams without disappointing his parents.

The mother's tears gradually stopped, and she gently wiped away the tear stains on her face, her eyes revealing a hint of warmth and understanding. "Feipeng, Mom just wants you to have the best. We will respect your choices, but we hope you can tell us your thoughts instead of making us worry."