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

He slowly lowered his head and quickly regulated his breathing. At this moment, his heart began to calm down, as if all the pressure had been released with the start of the match. He began to walk around, doing warm-up exercises, deliberately slowing down his pace, as if he were still that ordinary person he once was, living in every detail, focused on the match itself.

The racket swung lightly in his hand, the "snap" echoing in the empty court. He was almost issuing a silent challenge to his enemies—seemingly harmless, but actually guiding them step by step closer to the center of the trap.

"Aren't you going to give yourself a challenge?" A familiar voice suddenly came from the other end of the venue, breaking Huang Feipeng's thoughts.

Huang Feipeng turned around and saw a young man standing there, his eyes sharp, a slight smirk playing on his lips, exuding a confident provocation. This man wasn't a member of Ghost, but Huang Feipeng could sense that he might have a more complex background.

"A challenge?" A cold glint flashed in Huang Feipeng's eyes. He smiled slightly. "A challenge? I just want to play a simple game right now."

His tone was calm, even slightly mocking. But beneath those light words lay immense pressure. He wasn't truly trying to challenge his opponent; rather, he was leading them into a trap he had set.

The atmosphere on the court suddenly became tense. Huang Feipeng consciously adjusted his movements, becoming more relaxed and less eager to succeed. His opponent, clearly unaware of his true intentions, remained focused on the surface-level competition. Every shot, every return, seemed to be creating an easy opportunity for him, lowering his guard and causing him to underestimate Huang Feipeng.

He knew that this pretense had to be maintained long enough until he could completely reverse the situation at some point and find the moment that would truly decide the outcome.

Huang Feipeng placed his racket beside the car seat, and the car slowly came to a stop in a relatively quiet neighborhood. A gentle early spring breeze blew outside, carrying a slight chill, but Huang Feipeng didn't feel any coldness. Instead, he felt a strange peace, as if much of his restlessness and anxiety had been washed away. He looked up and saw ordinary shops lining both sides of the street, their neon lights dim, and the street not crowded. Compared to those noisy places, this place seemed much more tranquil.

He didn't get out of the car immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath and relaxed his tense shoulders. Although his plan was progressing quietly, he knew that life couldn't be limited to just a game or a counterattack. Ultimately, what he needed was a sense of belonging and a simple, peaceful life.

The moment Huang Feipeng opened the car door, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind—barbecue. Yes, a barbecue restaurant. A few days ago, he suddenly had this idea, a way for him and his wife to temporarily escape the complexities of life, a simple yet extraordinary beginning. After all, the battles on the field had temporarily come to an end, and what they needed now was some new changes, something that belonged to him.

The shop wasn't very big; the storefront looked like an inconspicuous little shop on a street corner. A simple menu was pasted on the window, and the aroma of food wafted out, as if reminding every passerby that there was something worth trying here. Huang Feipeng walked in and looked up at the simple wooden signboard—"Huang's Barbecue."

Although business wasn't booming yet, Huang Feipeng knew it was a transition period. He wanted to give himself some breathing room, stop rushing into action, and temporarily put aside those endless pursuits.

He couldn't help but look down at the menu in his hand—it wasn't a fancy restaurant, just some ordinary barbecue ingredients: lamb skewers, chicken wings, various side dishes, and pots of warm beer. The simplest of things, yet they were exactly the comfort Huang Feipeng needed at that moment.

Standing in the shop, his thoughts drifted back to those past moments. He had once joined those seemingly glamorous circles out of necessity, and had strived with all his might to pursue unrealistic fantasies, only to end up exhausted. Only now did he understand that the meaning of life doesn't always have to be filled with unattainable goals; sometimes, stability and tranquility are the truest refuge.

"Boss, why isn't the door open yet?" A customer suddenly broke his thoughts, walked in, and knocked on the table, his voice somewhat urgent.

Huang Feipeng paused for a moment, then smiled faintly and replied, "Right away, right away."

He hurried into the kitchen, picked up the familiar barbecue skewer, and lit the charcoal. Although the task wasn't complicated, Huang Feipeng found himself unexpectedly calm while doing these chores. He skewered the ingredients one by one, quietly waiting for the fire to cook, as if in this moment he could escape all the pressure and constraints of the past.

Customers entered the barbecue restaurant one after another, some ordering food, others chatting with friends, creating a warm and casual atmosphere. Huang Feipeng was still busy, but turning each skewer of meat brought him a long-lost sense of peace. He was no longer the Huang Feipeng who wanted to change the whole world, nor was he the Huang Feipeng who only traveled around feeling the power of darkness. Now, he finally had a moment of peace, even if it was only temporary.

There weren't many customers in the shop, and the night was gradually deepening. Huang Feipeng placed a plate of grilled lamb skewers on the table and handed them to a few regulars sitting in the corner. "Be careful, they're a bit hot, don't burn yourself," he said with a smile.

A middle-aged man who frequented the restaurant nodded, casually tore off a lamb skewer, took a bite, and said, "Mmm, not bad! This is what barbecue should be like."

Huang Feipeng smiled, casually picked up a grill brush, and brushed the last batch of lamb skewers with sauce. Although the shop wasn't large, it was enough for Huang Feipeng. He didn't think much about future plans, nor did he intend to make this barbecue restaurant a major success; he simply wanted to give himself and his wife a space for a slow-paced life.

"Boss, look over there, isn't that little girl adorable?" a girl said, pointing to the small group of people on the street outside the door.

Huang Feipeng looked over and saw a little girl holding an ice cream cone, her face full of innocent smiles. She was wearing a red dress, running around and playing with her friends. At that moment, Huang Feipeng suddenly felt a little unreal, as if time had reversed and he had returned to those simpler times.

A warmth welled up inside him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he had rediscovered some long-lost feeling. He walked to the door and quietly watched the little girl's running and jumping figure.