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

He didn't give chase, because he knew that no matter how much Huang Feipeng resisted, he would eventually be drawn into the Ghost's plan. The city's dark forces had already laid a trap, and Huang Feipeng was merely a pawn in it.

Back in his lodgings, Huang Feipeng, chilled by the night, leaned against the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, the man's words echoing repeatedly in his mind. His past, his blank memories—had they truly been erased by someone? Who was it, and why? He remained calm and composed, but now, an unavoidable surge of doubt and anger welled up within him. These unsolved mysteries felt like countless invisible chains, pulling his heart deeper and deeper into an abyss.

He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep, but the unease and recurring images kept him tossing and turning in bed, unable to drift off. In his mind, the hazy memories and unsolved mysteries weighed heavily on him, like a boulder pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe. The darkness of the night, like an endless abyss, slowly swallowed him, leaving him lost in a state of bewilderment, half-asleep and half-awake.

As the first rays of morning light streamed through the gap in the curtains, Huang Feipeng's eyes flickered slightly. He sat up, leaned against the headboard, and calmly gazed at the shadows in the corner of the room, as if something familiar lurked within those darkness. The weariness of waking in the middle of the night was partially dispelled by the light, and the lingering fear in his heart gradually faded with the morning glow.

He pressed his temples hard, trying to ease the heaviness left by the dreams. The inexplicable fear within him seemed to gradually fade with the appearance of light. He had always scoffed at fear, but ever since he encountered the man in black under the bridge that day, he had been trapped in these strange dreams, as if being dragged into a bottomless abyss. Yet even so, his reason still managed to overcome those uncontrollable emotions at dawn, even coldly mocking himself. When did he start becoming like an ordinary person? Why was he actually feeling uneasy about a few dreams and a few inexplicable words?

"It's just some deliberately arranged psychological tactics," he muttered self-deprecatingly, a hint of disdain in his voice. He had always been calm and rational, well aware of the weaknesses of human nature in the dark world; these psychological manipulations were nothing more than the other side's scheme. Everyone who falls under someone else's control often has a weakness they can't let go of. And for him, his only weakness was himself. He would no longer allow any emotion to linger in his heart for too long, especially fear.

Huang Feipeng stood up, stretched, and felt the soreness in his shoulders and neck—symptoms of sleep deprivation. He walked to the mirror, looked at his slightly tired face, and gave a faint, cold smile. The morning light softened the harshness of his features, but his eyes remained sharp and cold, like a hawk watching its prey. He knew he couldn't let this small matter bother him, and he couldn't let others see any emotional fluctuation in him; any subtle emotion was a fatal weakness.

He raised his hand and splashed the icy water on his face, trying to fully wake himself up. The water slid across his skin, bringing a stimulating chill that helped him calmly organize his thoughts. Last night's dream, the man in black's words, those baseless hints—all of these were quickly categorized and classified in his clear mind. The man wanted to disturb him through the dream, to stir up his doubts about the past, and then to shake his beliefs with some unknown memory, but Huang Feipeng wouldn't fall for it. He decided to put everything behind him and focus on the situation at hand.

"Ghost, it seems you overestimated my obsession with the past," he said in a low voice, his tone indifferent yet tinged with wariness.

A notification broke the silence of the room. He picked up his phone; a new mission notification popped up on the screen. Huang Feipeng's brow twitched slightly, a calm glint flashing in his eyes. For years, he had grown accustomed to this life: secretive and invisible missions, swift and precise execution, without a second thought. He had long since honed himself into an emotionless machine; he only needed to face the target, complete the task, and he would obtain what he desired.

The mission was so simple it was almost boring; on the surface, it was just a small surveillance task. But experience told him that these kinds of missions often concealed ulterior motives. He calmly reviewed all the details, his brow furrowing slightly. This mission seemed ordinary, but those who knew him and his past would clearly not have assigned him such a task without reason. His intuition told him that there was likely more to it than met the eye, and that the man in black might be the mastermind behind this mission.

Without further hesitation, he quickly packed his gear and left the apartment. At this moment, Huang Feipeng had completely cast aside his inner turmoil; his eyes regained their cold sternness, and his actions became decisive. He walked along the early morning street, where the flow of people had not yet fully begun, and the surroundings were somewhat quiet. This made him cautiously observe everything around him. He knew that his every move could be under the control of the Ghost, whose net had already silently been laid all around him.

Upon arriving at the designated location, he skillfully found a secluded corner and calmly awaited the target's appearance. During the wait, he remained constantly vigilant, his eyes sharp and his ears picking up any slightest sound. This city never allowed him to lower his guard; he knew its darkness ran deeper than he imagined, and he was merely a tiny cog in the machine.

A few minutes later, a target came into view. The target was a thin, middle-aged man, walking hurriedly and looking flustered. Huang Feipeng's eyes remained calm and collected. He did not rush into action but patiently observed the man's every move. He knew that this kind of mission had no apparent confrontation, but it was also the most demanding test of patience and judgment.

The man met another person at the street corner, handing over a small package, seemingly some kind of transaction. Huang Feipeng coldly observed all of this, his heart unmoved. He had witnessed countless scenes like this; transactions, secrets, betrayals—these were all familiar to him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, catching the unease in the two men's expressions as they spoke, and quickly made a judgment—this transaction was unusual, likely involving deeper forces. Just as he was about to approach further, Ghost's calm voice suddenly came through his earpiece: "Don't come any closer, just continue observing."