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

She finally nodded, but her eyes still held worry. "Be careful, don't take any more risks."

Huang Feipeng gave her a deep look, as if trying to soothe her anxious heart. He smiled slightly, said nothing, quickly opened the car door, jumped out, and walked straight into a nearby alley. His wife watched silently from inside the car as his figure disappeared into the night, her heart churning with complex emotions.

Huang Feipeng walked quickly, his heart filled with anxiety about the future, yet each step was exceptionally resolute. He knew he had to go back and prepare everything to face the even more complex challenges ahead. It wasn't until he stood at the door, fumbling for the key in the lock, that Huang Feipeng realized he was ready to completely change everything.

The moment the door was pushed open, Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat. He stepped into that familiar space, once his sanctuary, the place where his soul found peace. Yet now, all the tranquility seemed so unreal, as if this land no longer belonged to him. His gaze swept across every corner of the room, as if searching for something, or perhaps bidding a final farewell to everything he was about to leave behind.

He quickly walked to the wardrobe, opened the drawer, and took out the racket he hadn't touched in a long time. The handle was slightly worn, a testament to the many battles it had accompanied him through. Huang Feipeng gripped the handle, a long-lost sense of familiarity welling up inside him.

"Perhaps, this is what I should do," he murmured, his eyes growing even more determined.

The racket seemed to grow heavy in his hands. At this moment, Huang Feipeng's heart was no longer filled with escape and fear, but with fighting and counterattack. He knew that the days of fleeing were no longer suitable for him. What he needed was to break through all constraints and truly face those hidden enemies.

He packed everything up, and with his wife still waiting in the car for his signal. Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, stepped out of the car, and prepared to face this life-changing battle.

Huang Feipeng stood by the car door, watching his wife gaze at him through the window, her eyes filled with complex emotions. She didn't ask any questions, simply observing him silently, as if she knew the struggle and determination deep within Huang Feipeng's heart. The atmosphere inside the car was quiet and heavy. His wife knew that every choice Huang Feipeng made at this moment could lead them into a completely new battlefield.

However, the rules of this battlefield have long since changed. Escape is no longer the only option; counterattack is.

Huang Feipeng gently closed the car door, turned, and went inside. The racket was still in his hand; he hadn't let it go. The moment he stepped into the room, his heart was no longer as turbulent as before. His previous escape was just a phase; now, he was determined to win back a future for himself and his wife.

He put down his racket, walked to the wardrobe on the wall, and quickly changed into his sports gear. At this moment, he didn't seem particularly rushed; instead, he possessed a calmness akin to preparing for a major battle. He stood in front of the mirror, slightly adjusting his clothes, his gaze fixed on his reflection. Huang Feipeng's face was expressionless, only radiating a calm and confident light, from which even he himself seemed to perceive an unprecedented strength.

He knew that this battle was no longer just about himself, nor merely about his wife's fate, but his revenge against the mastermind behind it all. And it all began with this football match—with him drawing everyone's attention to himself.

"Huang Feipeng, are you crazy?" His wife's voice suddenly echoed in his mind, as if she were standing beside him, watching him with worry.

“No.” He uttered these two words softly, his brows furrowed slightly, his voice low, yet carrying an almost undeniable resolve. “I need to mislead them, to prevent them from seeing through my actions.”

He lowered his head again, carefully examining the racket. The wooden handle was somewhat worn, but that didn't matter to him. He gripped the racket, feeling that familiar strength in his hand, as if everything was ready for the challenge to come.

He stopped thinking, picked up his car keys, and walked out. Inside the car, his wife was still waiting, sitting quietly, seemingly already aware that he was no longer simply acting out of a desire to escape. Huang Feipeng didn't speak, but quickly started the engine, the wheels speeding through the night. No destination, just driving in a seemingly endless direction.

"Do you still remember your past goals?" A voice suddenly echoed in his heart. Huang Feipeng knew it was the echo from the depths of his own soul. He had once so desperately wanted to become stronger, to change his destiny. Back then, he believed a battle to change the world would grant him everything, only to see his ideals shattered behind the glamour.

Now, he still has to fight, but this time it's no longer about changing the world; it's about protecting his own and his wife's future.

As the car drove onto a deserted street, Huang Feipeng's mood suddenly turned heavy. The earlier ease had vanished, replaced by a tense atmosphere. He knew he had to remain vigilant at all times. Ghost and the forces behind the scenes had long been watching their every move. Every moment of hesitation could be a fatal weakness.

"Are you ready?" His wife's voice came again, this time without fear, but with a hint of supportive determination.

“Yes.” Huang Feipeng’s voice was low, his gaze fixed on the dim sky ahead through the car window. “I will make them think that I have no chance to fight back. I want them to underestimate me.”

Huang Feipeng turned his head slightly and glanced at his wife's expression. There was a complex emotion in her eyes. He knew what she was worried about, but now, they had no room to back down.

The car stopped, and Huang Feipeng stopped talking. He picked up his racket, quickly got out of the car, and walked towards the familiar court. This court held countless memories and sweat of his countless matches and battles. But today, the court had a completely different meaning—he was going to stage a charade to confuse his opponent.

The lights along the field remained bright, casting shadows on the gray concrete. Huang Feipeng stood in the center of the field, his gaze calmly scanning his surroundings. He knew this match was not merely a contest of physical strength, but a stage to mislead the enemy. Through this seemingly "entertaining" game, he wanted to guide the enemy away from the real threat posed to him.