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

However, he has found someone he can rely on. Life may not be perfect, but as long as his wife is by his side, he believes he can keep going.

As his anger subsided, Huang Feipeng's mood gradually returned to calm. He began to adjust his posture with ease, placing the grilled meat skewers one by one onto the table, his expression returning to peace. He knew that he still had a long way to go and many things to do, but at least for this moment, he had found his own peace.

The customers continued to enjoy their food in the restaurant, and Huang Feipeng no longer felt angry or frustrated. Perhaps this small barbecue restaurant wasn't perfect, perhaps he hadn't achieved his former ideals, but none of that mattered anymore. What mattered was that he finally understood that life isn't necessarily about seeking external approval, but about learning to find one's own value in the ordinary.

Huang Feipeng stood in the kitchen doorway, watching his wife walk from the dining table, smiling and nodding at him. Her eyes were still full of warmth and support, and this became Huang Feipeng's most precious source of strength. He no longer lived for others, but for himself, for the peace and happiness he could find in everyday life.

"Have something to eat too," his wife said softly. "Don't just focus on work; you've had a long day."

This time, he received a "big order." The client's identity was quite mysterious; they contacted him only through an intermediary and wouldn't even reveal their real name. The client's demands were extremely demanding: he needed to infiltrate a wealthy businessman's mansion and steal a confidential document. It was said that this document was related to the fate of a very important person. Huang Feipeng didn't ask many questions; after all, he never cared about his employers' motives. For him, completing a task was simply a game of conquest.

"Feipeng, is the plan all set?" A deep male voice came through the earpiece; it was his partner, Adong. Adong was also a criminal, but unlike Huang Feipeng, he preferred to solve problems with strength and violence. The two had worked together for many years, developing a subtle understanding.

“Don’t worry, I’ve hacked the mansion’s surveillance system. I know all the routes in my head,” Huang Feipeng replied softly. He glanced at his watch to check the time. He remained calm and composed, as if he were about to face not a dangerous intrusion, but just an ordinary walk.

Half an hour later, Huang Feipeng silently crossed the courtyard of the mansion, crouching low like a black panther. Through repeated investigations, he knew every entrance and exit of the mansion, and even the guards' patrol routes. His plan was flawless, with timing precise to the minute.

Just as he was about to reach his target room, a faint light suddenly shone down from upstairs. He quickly pressed himself against the wall and held his breath. The footsteps grew closer; he knew it was the patrolling bodyguards approaching. His heart raced for a moment, but quickly calmed down. He slightly raised the short knife in his hand, the cold blade flashing a chilling light in the darkness.

As the footsteps faded, Huang Feipeng quickly rose and stealthily slipped into the room. He closed his eyes, took slow breaths, and cleared his mind of all distractions. Every step of the mission resonated in his mind, like a familiar melody. His hands searched the room swiftly and precisely, and finally, he found the document, a gleam of triumph flashing in his eyes.

"Got it, Adong," Huang Feipeng whispered.

"Well done. Withdraw." A-Dong's voice carried a hint of suppressed excitement.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as he had imagined. Just as he was preparing to retreat the way he came, the alarm inside the mansion suddenly went off. The red warning lights flashed, their blinding light causing him to squint. He realized that someone had discovered the theft of the documents, and the mansion's exits were sealed off the moment the alarm went off.

"Damn it, something's happened." Huang Feipeng quickly analyzed the situation, a sense of tension rising in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it with reason. He knew that the only way now was to change course and escape through another exit.

Huang Feipeng moved nimbly and quickly through the corridor, his ears constantly listening for any sounds around him. He knew the guards had begun their operation and would soon reach him. Just then, he saw a window appear ahead, beyond which stood a not-too-high wall. Without a second thought, he leaped, easily vaulting over the window, landing with a soft thud.

He had barely steadied himself when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He knew the bodyguards had discovered his escape route, but he wasn't about to let them catch him so easily. He quickly crossed the garden, using the cover of night to disappear into the darkness like a shadow.

Back in a safe place, Huang Feipeng hid the document and sat on the worn-out sofa, carefully examining his spoils. The contents of the document made him frown slightly—it involved a huge transaction, even touching on some high-level secrets. At that moment, he suddenly understood why his client had hired him at such a high price to complete this task.

A few days later, Huang Feipeng received an encrypted email with only one sentence: "See you tomorrow night." He smiled slightly, knowing that this was a signal from the customer that they wanted to deliver the goods.

The following midnight, Huang Feipeng went to the agreed location alone, remaining vigilant. This client was too well-hidden, even making him somewhat uneasy. The meeting place was an abandoned warehouse, empty and desolate. It was dark and lifeless all around. Huang Feipeng went inside, concealing the documents in his back pocket, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Soon, a man in a black trench coat emerged, his face obscured by shadows, his features unreadable. His voice was deep and authoritative: "Did you bring the goods?"

Huang Feipeng did not answer directly, but just smiled faintly: "Let's take a look at the goods first."

The man gave a soft hum, pulled a black briefcase from his pocket, and slowly opened it. Inside, neatly stacked bundles of banknotes gleamed enticingly in the dim light. Huang Feipeng nodded in satisfaction and handed over the documents, but just as he turned to leave, a sudden sense of unease arose in his heart.

"Aren't you going to stay and check the contents of the document?" Huang Feipeng tilted his head slightly, glanced at the man, and asked, feigning composure.

The other party sneered and said in a low voice, "Since you're so worried, then come along."

Before he could finish speaking, several flashlight beams suddenly illuminated the surrounding darkness, and a group of plainclothes police officers swarmed out, surrounding Huang Feipeng. His heart sank; he cursed himself for being careless—it was a trap.