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

"What kind of game is this?" Huang Feipeng unconsciously clenched the sausage bag, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes became even more profound. A sense of unease and doubt welled up in his heart. His former comrade-in-arms could accurately guess his every judgment, every decision, and even know his next move. This thorough understanding even gave Huang Feipeng the illusion that he had been completely seen through.

"Hey sir, are you waiting for someone?" The stall owner suddenly handed over a warm tissue, his tone inquiring with a hint of curiosity. Huang Feipeng was slightly taken aback, then took the tissue and smiled faintly, "No, I'm just thinking about some things."

"Still thinking about things so late, it's really not easy," the stall owner smiled, giving him a slightly sympathetic look before continuing with his stall. Huang Feipeng silently wiped the grease off his hands, his eyes remaining unwavering. Perhaps to ordinary people, he was just a passerby wandering the night, looking somewhat weary and lonely, but he knew in his heart that his situation was far more complex than it appeared.

He knew very well that his enemies wouldn't let him go easily. The enemy's tracks were like ghosts lurking in the darkness, ready to emerge from any corner at any moment, and the city's omnipresent surveillance seemed like an invisible eye, constantly watching his every move. Thinking of this, Huang Feipeng suddenly looked around warily, his heart pounding slightly, and the coldness in his eyes deepening.

"Relax, Feipeng, this isn't the first time," he reassured himself, trying to calm himself down. Years of training had taught him the art of emotional control, but this time, he felt an unprecedented pressure, as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing his heart.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a black sedan parked not far away. The car windows were tightly closed, and the darkness inside made it impossible for him to see if anyone was inside. However, he instinctively sensed a familiar threat. His heart raced, and for a moment, he was almost certain that someone was watching him from inside the car—perhaps an enemy spy, perhaps a setup by an old acquaintance, or even something far more dangerous.

Huang Feipeng calmly took a bite of the sausage, trying to remain composed. If this person was indeed monitoring him, the only flaw he would reveal at this moment was his slightly trembling right hand. Years of combat experience had taught him that emotions should not affect physical reactions; even a slight tremor could reveal his thoughts to the enemy. So he deliberately and casually put down the sausage bag, as if he were just an ordinary passerby having a late-night snack.

He walked unhurriedly towards the other end of the street, each step seemingly a calculated retreat. His mind raced, analyzing various possibilities and speculating on the enemy's potential intentions. Only when he was forced into a corner would he truly be in danger. His thoughts, however, never ceased, recalling every familiar block, every alleyway exit, and every passageway in the city.

As he continued walking, the car behind him slowly started and silently followed. Huang Feipeng's heart sank; that car had been tracking him. He quickened his pace, appearing casual on the surface, but a ripple of unease stirred within him. He knew he couldn't continue walking aimlessly; it would make him a sitting duck.

Reaching a dimly lit corner, Huang Feipeng suddenly stopped, quickly surveying his surroundings to make sure there were no other pedestrians. He sensed the car behind him gradually approaching, its headlights swaying slightly in the darkness, as if tentatively shining in his direction.

Huang Feipeng gave a cold laugh and suddenly plunged into a narrow alley on the right. The alley was lined with old walls, the air thick with the smell of decay, even the stench of fermenting stagnant water. The alley was narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, and he heard his own footsteps echoing clearly within its walls. The car behind him quickly stopped, and several figures got out and hurried after him.

Huang Feipeng quickly ducked into a dark corner, lowering his breath and completely merging himself into the darkness. His body was tense, every muscle waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His heartbeat seemed to slow down, the world seemed to quiet down, with only the sound of several hurried footsteps approaching, as if pounding on his heart.

"Separate teams to search," a cold, hard voice commanded in a low voice, tinged with urgency.

Huang Feipeng's lips curled slightly upward, a chill running through his heart. His opponent had underestimated him. In a silent instant, he pounced like a black panther, his dagger plunging deep into an enemy's shoulder blade. The man didn't even have time to utter a cry of pain before Huang Feipeng covered his mouth tightly and dragged him silently into the shadows.

His eyes were sharp as knives, and the dagger in his hand slid smoothly across the man's shoulder. The short groan was quickly cut off, leaving only a faint panting in the darkness. Huang Feipeng knew that every mistake could expose him, so his movements were clean and swift, without any hesitation. The moment the enemy collapsed, he quickly took out the communicator, silenced it, and deftly hid the body in the shadows of the alley, a perfect kill.

However, just as he quietly retreated, he heard light footsteps behind him. Huang Feipeng's nerves tensed instantly. He quickly lowered his body, completely concealing himself in the darkness. The identity of the person he had just heard flashed through his mind. Judging from the man's equipment and manner of action, he was clearly an elite and well-trained assassin. At this moment, they might not just be chasing him, but more likely were ordered to monitor and ambush him from the shadows.

"Eliminate him." Another deep voice came coldly, as if carrying an unquestionable command.

Huang Feipeng hid in a dark alley corner, quietly regulating his breathing, feeling the sense of security that the darkness enveloped him. However, in this brief moment of tranquility, his thoughts involuntarily drifted to those childhood years that he had long buried deep in his memory.

He remembered his carefree childhood, a time when he never imagined life would become so complicated. He recalled the little river near his hometown, where blue skies and white clouds were reflected in the clear water. Children, their faces covered in mud, would run and play on the bank, only being called home by the adults as the sun set. He and his friends would catch fish together, pinching the soft, slippery little fish between their fingers, feeling their pulse in their palms. Countless summer evenings, the scorching air filled with the scent of grass and earth—his world was so pure and simple then.