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

"I must stay calm and find a chance to figure things out," he encouraged himself silently, but he couldn't hide the panic in his heart. He knew that facing the Phantom's threat, any mistake could put him in an even more dangerous situation. At this moment, the trouble of losing a shoe seemed increasingly insignificant.

"The important thing now is to find a new pair of shoes," he thought to himself, realizing that wandering around like this was pointless. He quickly turned around, intending to go back to the street and look for a nearby shop.

Stepping out of the alley, moonlight spilled onto the street, making the surroundings feel cold and quiet. Huang Feipeng then realized that he had walked quite far; the surrounding buildings appeared blurry in the night. He frowned, a sense of anxiety rising within him, as if a bad premonition was quietly growing.

"Don't overthink it, let's find a pair of shoes first." He took a deep breath, trying to keep his mind clear, and started walking towards a more crowded area.

The streets were bustling with people, brimming with the vibrancy of life, and the sounds of their chatter brought him a sense of security. However, the underlying sense of unease remained. As he walked, he subtly scanned the eyes of passersby, occasionally feeling that someone was watching him. Whenever this feeling arose, he couldn't help but shiver, his eyes involuntarily glancing behind him, only to see nothing.

Finally, Huang Feipeng arrived at a small general store. Through the glass door, he saw the shoe racks filled with all kinds of shoes and breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't want to waste too much time in this situation, at least he could solve the thorny problem at hand.

He pushed open the door and entered. The temperature inside the store was much warmer than outside, and the bright lighting made him feel comfortable. He looked around; the goods on display were dazzling, and there were even a few customers choosing clothes and shoes. Huang Feipeng quickly walked to the shoe rack, silently planning to buy a suitable pair of shoes, trying to choose a practical style that would be easy to move in.

"These are nice." His eyes lit up as he spotted a pair of black sneakers, simple yet stylish in design. As a seasoned activist, Huang Feipeng has always preferred sneakers, finding them both comfortable and agile.

He quickly scanned the shoes in his mind, imagining how it would feel to wear them, then swiftly grabbed them, preparing to pay. However, just as he turned around, a familiar voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Feipeng? Is that you?" The voice was like a clear spring, breaking his tension and anxiety. He looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was his old classmate Liu Yu.

"Liu Yu! What are you doing here?" Huang Feipeng looked up and greeted him with surprise and joy. They had many happy memories from their school days, and being able to reunite in this unfamiliar place filled him with warmth.

"I'm here to buy things too." Liu Yu smiled and shook the shopping bag in his hand, looking relaxed and cheerful. "I was just passing by and thought I'd buy something, but I didn't expect to run into you."

Huang Feipeng breathed a sigh of relief and started chatting with Liu Yu, temporarily forgetting his earlier tension and unease. As he tried on the sneakers, he asked Liu Yu about his recent situation, and the relaxed laughter around him lifted his spirits.

"You still love sports as much as ever." Liu Yu looked Huang Feipeng up and down, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "That's how you maintain your figure. Someone like you could never get fat."

Huang Feipeng smiled slightly, but his mind was still preoccupied with Lin Wanqing's matter. Although he couldn't confide in Liu Yu right now, the worry in his heart lingered. Just as he was trying to relax, Liu Yu seemed to sense his thoughts and asked with concern, "What's wrong? You seem a little absent-minded. Have you encountered some trouble?"

"It's nothing." Huang Feipeng immediately put aside his worries, a slight smile appearing on his lips as he tried to hide his unease. "It's just a small matter, nothing serious."

"If you need any help, just let me know," Liu Yu said earnestly, his eyes revealing sincere concern, as if he wanted to bridge the gap between them.

Huang Feipeng felt a surge of emotion, but he knew he couldn't easily share this with others. So, he gently waved his hand and smiled slightly, "Thank you for your kindness. I'll treat you to a drink once things are settled."

A hint of curiosity flashed in Liu Yu's eyes, as if he was somewhat puzzled by Huang Feipeng's words, but he did not press for details, and simply nodded to indicate that he understood.

The two chatted happily, and time passed quietly in a relaxed atmosphere. Finally, Huang Feipeng found the right shoes and felt a little relieved when paying the bill. Before leaving, he made an appointment with Liu Yu for their next gathering, secretly hoping that they could then calmly share some past stories and chat about their lives.

Stepping out of the store, the new shoes felt exceptionally comfortable on his feet, and Huang Feipeng's mood lightened considerably. However, walking down the street, he still felt a lingering unease. He knew that a shadowy figure might appear behind him at any moment, and his entanglement with Lin Wanqing was like an invisible thread, tightly pulling him into this dangerous vortex.

"I must find her and find out the truth," he resolved silently, his steps becoming even more determined. Even though the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, he knew that only by forging ahead could he eventually find a way out.

Huang Feipeng narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a chill creep up his back, accompanied by a familiar yet unsettling aura. His hand clenched silently, his fingertips touching the cold, hard metal at his waist—a finely crafted dagger, his only reliance in countless battles against enemies. In that instant, a slight noise came from nearby, as if someone was silently approaching him.

Huang Feipeng's ears twitched slightly, keenly catching the almost imperceptible footsteps. It was an extremely light gait, as if deliberately concealing its presence. His heart tightened; this was a rigorously trained opponent, no ordinary street thug. He held his breath, slowly approaching an old wall beside him. The wall was covered in mottled marks, time seemingly having worn away its original luster, but at this moment, it became Huang Feipeng's best cover.

The other party seemed to sense something as well, and paused. An invisible tension filled the air, as if the slightest sound from either side would trigger a sudden confrontation.