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

Huang Feipeng frowned. Although he desperately wanted to uncover the other party's background, he followed orders and refrained from acting on his own. He suppressed his displeasure and retreated into the shadows to continue observing. A moment later, the transaction concluded, and the two parted ways. The target hurriedly got into a black sedan and drove away.

Ghost's voice came through the earpiece again: "You did a great job, Flying Peng. This is just the beginning; you have much more to do."

Huang Feipeng chuckled coldly and replied in a low voice, "Ghost, what exactly are you planning? I hate this feeling of being kept in the dark."

The ghost's voice carried a hint of amusement, as if it were full of tolerance for his doubts: "You'll find out soon enough. The time isn't right. Keep your patience; it will work in your favor." As soon as he finished speaking, the sound in the earpiece stopped abruptly, leaving Huang Feipeng with an unsettling silence.

Huang Feipeng paused for a moment, a renewed sense of unease rising within him. The Ghost's scheme had gradually seeped into his life, placing almost every action under the Ghost's control. This inescapable sense of control made him instinctively want to resist, but reason told him that rash action at this moment would only plunge him into a deeper quagmire. He was always calm and rational, and wouldn't let emotions sway him in such a situation.

Night fell again, and Huang Feipeng returned to his lodgings, his eyes still carrying the chill that had lingered from the day. He knew he was destined to have a sleepless night; the ghost's calm voice still echoed in his ears, as if constantly reminding him that, no matter what, he was now caught in this vortex with no way back.

He sat on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the night view outside the window. The brightly lit city appeared so prosperous in the darkness, yet also so cold. He had never felt so isolated and helpless, as if everyone in this city was hiding something, and even he himself could not escape it. He pursed his lips coldly, his eyes growing increasingly resolute.

Huang Feipeng's thoughts were completely thrown into disarray for a moment. The ghost's voice came through the earpiece, reminding him to continue observing, but his mind was blank, and his heart was pounding wildly. He realized that his life had veered off course, completely pulled by an uncontrollable force. And this force, no matter how he resisted, was inevitably devouring everything he had.

He abruptly stood up, his shadow distorting the night outside the window. Without a moment's hesitation, Huang Feipeng walked to a phone book in the corner and hastily flipped through it. His fingers trembled slightly, as if deciding on a choice. Finally, he dialed that familiar number.

"Are you ready?" His wife's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, her tone calm but tinged with anxiety.

Huang Feipeng said in a low voice, "Ready? Let's go."

His wife paused slightly, as if still thinking. He understood her hesitation; after all, this escape was a complete break, meaning everything would be gone. She also knew that Huang Feipeng wasn't one to make such decisions easily, but now, it seemed there was no other choice.

"Feipeng, do you know what this means?" His wife's voice remained calm, but it carried a deep worry.

“I know.” Huang Feipeng’s answer was brief and firm. “This city can no longer accommodate us. Everything here has become a shackle we can’t get rid of.”

The silence on the other end of the phone told him that his wife understood the significance of his decision. She had stood by him through countless dark days, witnessing his struggles against fate time and again, yet even so, she felt a deep unease about this decision. Huang Feipeng's decision left him little room for choice; for his own sake, and for hers, they could no longer remain in this place.

Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, his tone turning cold: "I'll pick you up tonight, and we'll leave immediately. Get everything ready."

"I understand, I'll wait for you." His wife's voice finally showed a hint of emotion before she hung up the phone.

Huang Feipeng stood by the window, silently watching the street outside, his heart churning with turmoil. Every choice he made, every action he took, seemed to be guided by some unseen force. He knew he was no longer the free-spirited loner he once was; every moment he acted under some unseen pressure. And now, every corner of this city was filled with the eyes of his enemies, as if ghosts had already seen through everything about him, and all the "freedom" he possessed was nothing more than a tightly bound illusion.

He grabbed the bag from the table, stuffed a few clothes and some cash into it, and hurried out. Every step felt incredibly heavy, as if he were walking on an invisible layer of ice that could collapse at any moment. His hands unconsciously gripped the bag straps tightly, and he repeatedly reminded himself that he must remain calm and not let any emotions cloud his judgment.

Arriving at the garage, Huang Feipeng started the car that had been prepared beforehand. The car smoothly drove into the night, the surrounding streets silent, as if the city itself was silently bidding farewell to their departure. The interior lights illuminated his face, the pale glow making him appear exceptionally calm and aloof, as if he had long been accustomed to this solitude.

He didn't stop for a moment the entire way, only briefly contacting his wife via phone to confirm her safety. Huang Feipeng knew time was of the essence; he couldn't afford any hesitation. Every second could be the key to changing his fate. Suddenly, his phone screen flashed—a new message. Huang Feipeng stopped the car, quickly opened the message, and the content on the screen made him pause slightly—it was a message from Ghost.

"You think you can escape? Huang Feipeng, this city is like a giant maze; you'll never find the exit." The message carried a chilling sarcasm, as if reminding him that all his attempts to escape were futile.

Huang Feipeng didn't respond; he just gave a cold laugh and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat. The ghost was right. Perhaps he couldn't escape this maze, but at least tonight, he had enough time and space to make some changes.

The car started again, but his thoughts weren't significantly disturbed by those words. Huang Feipeng knew that the Ghost's goal was never just to control him. The forces behind it were growing deeper, and the city's dark forces were no longer just one Ghost. Every step he took had to be taken with extreme caution, and his wife was his only concern; he had to protect her, even in this endless escape.

A few minutes later, the car arrived at where his wife was. He saw her standing downstairs with a travel bag, looking a little nervous, but when she saw Huang Feipeng's car, a relieved smile appeared on her face.