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

He recalled the food stall he'd encountered that morning. The aroma of fried food wafted through the air, its tempting scent seemingly awakening his long-suppressed appetite in an instant. Without thinking much, he casually bought a few crispy fried snacks, only realizing later that he'd unknowingly eaten quite a few.

"Sigh," Huang Feipeng sighed slightly, shaking his head with a wry smile, "At this rate, I'm afraid my weight will start to increase." He looked down at his abdomen, and although there was no sign of weight gain, he felt that he had indeed been "gaining weight" these days.

Thinking about all this, he quickened his pace and headed towards the small park not far away. The park was sparsely populated at night, with only a few lights faintly illuminating the path. The trees on both sides swayed in the breeze, casting dappled shadows. Huang Feipeng walked slowly along the path, enveloped in the night, the surroundings so quiet that almost only the sound of the wind and the rustling of his footsteps could be heard. At this moment, he felt a rare moment of relaxation, even experiencing an indescribable sense of peace.

"I've definitely been eating more lately," he muttered to himself, feeling that the pressure inside him had been building up little by little, and that food was the only way to relieve the unspeakable fatigue. Each time he ate, the warmth and satisfaction seemed to temporarily mask everything, allowing him to forget the surrounding crises in a moment of enjoyment.

He closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh night air, trying to relax completely. However, in this brief tranquility, a strange sense of crisis suddenly welled up inside him, as if a cold, sinister gaze was fixed on him. He abruptly opened his eyes, scanning his surroundings, only to find that there was no one around.

"Is it just my imagination?" He frowned, his steps involuntarily slowing, his heart still filled with vigilance. Although he was used to this lurking sense of crisis, he knew that sometimes intuition could detect potential threats better than the eyes. Perhaps someone was watching him, perhaps an enemy was already silently approaching...

"Feipeng." A deep voice suddenly came from the darkness, startling him so much that his heart skipped a beat and his whole body tensed up like a bowstring.

Huang Feipeng quickly turned around and saw a figure slowly emerge from the shadows of the streetlight. The person was wearing a dark coat, tall, and had a faint smile on their face. He squinted, trying to make out the person's face, but the person didn't seem to be in a hurry to get closer. Instead, they stood in the shadows, as if intentionally keeping their distance.

"Who are you?" Huang Feipeng's voice was deep and calm, his eyes sharp, and his hand unconsciously reached for his waist, ready to retaliate at any moment.

The man didn't answer immediately, but smiled slightly, seemingly unsurprised by Huang Feipeng's wariness. He put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked into the light, revealing a face that was unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar.

“You look somewhat tired, Fei Peng,” the man said casually, his gaze carrying a strange scrutiny.

Huang Feipeng was slightly taken aback. The tone of his voice carried a vague sense of familiarity. A few blurry fragments of memory flashed through his mind, a long-lost feeling, as if he had seen it before in a moment many years ago, or perhaps it was a face he had glimpsed by chance in some old files or intelligence.

"Have we... met before?" he asked cautiously, a hint of inquiry in his eyes. The newcomer merely shrugged, offering a cryptic smile, as if he had no intention of giving a direct answer.

“You should get some rest, Feipeng,” the man said meaningfully, with a hint of concern in his tone. “After all, at this time, keeping a clear head is the most important thing.”

"Stop talking nonsense!" Huang Feipeng interrupted him coldly. "Who exactly are you? Are you following me?" His gaze was icy, and he leaned forward slightly, secretly preparing to launch an attack at any moment.

The man listened to his words, shook his head slightly, his expression seemingly carrying a hint of pity, as if looking at a student who had not yet attained enlightenment. "Sometimes, you need to follow your intuition, instead of always relying on superficial answers. Following you? Perhaps you just wanted to see how you were doing." His words were casual, as if he didn't care about Huang Feipeng's hostility.

Huang Feipeng sneered, "You think I would trust your words?" His eyes held a hint of mockery; he was already immune to such so-called "profound" words.

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you." The man sighed, seemingly unsurprised by his reaction. "But I'm here to remind you that this path is not easy."

"A reminder to me?" Huang Feipeng frowned, a flood of questions rushing through his mind. The person in front of him was shrouded in mystery, both in his words and actions, yet his words somehow touched a nerve in Huang Feipeng, as if what he said had some inexplicable connection to his current predicament.

“I just want to remind you of something,” the man paused, seemingly considering his words, “some problems cannot be solved alone. Occasionally, perhaps you should think about those behind you, or those whose fates are intertwined with yours.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the other person smiled slightly, turned around, and slowly walked into the darkness. Huang Feipeng's pupils shrank, and he instinctively wanted to chase after him to find out what was going on, but the person seemed to have disappeared into thin air, merging into the night in a few steps, leaving not even a trace behind.

"Damn it..." Huang Feipeng cursed under his breath, a nameless irritation rising within him. The words puzzled him, as if the other person was intentionally stirring up some memories or emotions within him. But who was this person? Where did they come from? Why were they paying attention to his whereabouts? And why were they mentioning those "people behind him"?

Huang Feipeng stood there, staring blankly in the direction where the man had disappeared, the chill of the night seeping into his skin through his sleeves. His gaze held a hint of doubt and unease, those words seeming to linger in his ears, especially the phrase "some problems cannot be solved alone," which caused a dull ache in his heart, as if someone had touched some hidden corner of his subconscious.

He let out a long breath and slowly walked deeper into the path, trying to calm his emotions and fill his stomach with the pleasure of the walk. His steps were slow and heavy, each step seeming to measure the anxiety and doubt in his heart. What did those words mean? Why did that man know so much about him, as if he knew his past struggles and confusion? Was he friend or foe? These questions spread through his mind like vines, tightly binding every thought in his mind.