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

When they arrived at the stadium, the sun was already high in the sky, and the field was packed with people. Huang Feipeng stood on the sidelines, casually glancing around at the spectators, observing those whose eyes met his. The noisy crowd and relaxed atmosphere eased his nerves slightly, but he knew danger could lurk in any corner.

"Feipeng, keep it up!" Xiaoshan stood on the sidelines, waving at him with an expectant smile on her face.

He nodded in response, then composed himself and walked towards the center of the court. He gripped his racket tightly, feeling the familiar warmth of the handle. His heart was in turmoil; he knew that today he would not only face his opponents, but also use the opportunity of the match to lull those lurking in the shadows into a false sense of security.

From the start of the match, Huang Feipeng quickly got into the game, every movement fluid and steady, as if all the anxiety that had accumulated over the past few days was being released at this moment. He rushed towards the net, swinging his racket nimbly, his eyes filled with intense focus. He not only wanted to give his all in the match, but also to display a natural and fluid competitive attitude, in order to distract those who might be watching him from the shadows.

"That was amazing!" Cheers erupted from the spectators, including Xiao Shan, who clapped and cheered him on. Huang Feipeng glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, which fueled his determination. He had to win, but more importantly, he had to use this match to mislead those who were trying to understand him, making them believe that he was still just an ordinary person simply engrossed in the game.

His opponent was a formidable player, agile and decisive, each shot carrying power and accuracy, forcing Huang Feipeng to give it his all. The two traded blows, the score neck and neck, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense. Huang Feipeng's gaze hardened, yet he remained calm, forced to feign complete absorption, appearing oblivious to everything else.

During the match, he deliberately interacted with the audience from time to time, even smiling and waving in Xiaoshan's direction. It was all a carefully planned "performance." He wanted to make the audience believe that he was just an ordinary amateur player, focusing all his attention on the match and caring nothing about anything else.

But at that moment, he keenly noticed a gaze in the audience that was completely different from the surrounding spectators. It was a man in a gray coat, holding a drink in his hand, staring coldly at the arena, seemingly uninterested in the match itself, but focused on observing Huang Feipeng's every move.

Huang Feipeng's heart tightened, but he pretended to remain calm and continued the match, outwardly appearing unaware of the man's presence. However, his mind was racing, devising a plan. He knew that the other person was not an ordinary spectator; he was likely an informant sent by those who were following him, posing as a spectator to monitor his movements under the guise of watching the match.

So Huang Feipeng began to intentionally or unintentionally slow down his movements, occasionally showing signs of fatigue, and even deliberately missing several balls that he could have easily caught, trying to make himself look like an average player.

"Oh no, I'm not feeling well today." He deliberately spoke loudly to himself, pretending to be annoyed, and even frowned from time to time to create an anxious look.

Xiao Shan stood on the sidelines, watching him with some concern. She seemed to want to go over and say a few words of concern, but didn't want to disturb him. Huang Feipeng forced a reassuring smile at her, indicating that he was alright. In reality, this was all a carefully designed disguise, intended to completely mislead the man in gray.

"Looks like I'm going to lose today." He thought to himself, deciding to give up the match and completely convince the man that he was just an ordinary person and not worth monitoring.

At the end of the match, he lost by a narrow margin, yet a secret sense of relief filled him. He knew this defeat would buy him valuable breathing room. The man in gray showed no unusual reaction after the match, seemingly losing interest in him, and turned to leave the stands.

Huang Feipeng watched the man leave, a calm glint in his eyes. He knew that today's plan might have worked, temporarily diverting the attention of these lurking observers. At the same time, he also realized that every step from now on had to be taken with extreme caution, as the slightest misstep could plunge him into utter ruin.

He walked over to Xiaoshan and forced a tired smile: "Sorry, we didn't win today. I'm not in good form."

Xiao Shan gently shook her head, patted his shoulder tenderly, and comforted him, "Winning or losing isn't important. What's important is that you did your best. Let's go home and relax together today. Let's not think about the competition anymore."

In the days following the match, Huang Feipeng indeed enjoyed some peace and quiet, as he had hoped. The man in gray never appeared in his sight again, and the oppressive feeling of being secretly monitored seemed to have vanished. He gradually relaxed from his highly tense state and returned to a peaceful life. However, the lingering unease deep in his heart had not truly dissipated. Huang Feipeng knew that the enemy might only be temporarily lowering their guard and could return at any time.

To further conceal his whereabouts, Huang Feipeng began to think about how to better blend into the crowd, or even disappear completely from public view. Then, a new idea popped into his head: open a barbecue restaurant. This way, he could not only disguise himself as an ordinary small business owner, but also temporarily forget all his anxieties amidst the busy work in the restaurant.

Huang Feipeng is always decisive and acts swiftly. He quickly rented a small shop facing the street and began setting up the shop, adding a barbecue grill, tables and chairs, and all the necessary ingredients and seasonings. The process of opening the shop was tedious and busy, but he enjoyed it immensely. In the daily preparations, he seemed to have found a long-lost sense of fulfillment, especially when he lit the barbecue grill with charcoal and watched the orange-red glow of the embers; he felt an unprecedented peace within himself.

Xiao Shan was initially surprised by his decision to open a barbecue restaurant, but after seeing how energetically he worked, she quietly offered her support. Sometimes she would come to the restaurant after get off work to help out, and sometimes she would just stand by and watch him skillfully flip the ingredients, silently cherishing the tacit understanding between them.

"Feipeng, your skills are really good. I didn't know you were so good at making barbecue." Xiaoshan smiled at him and handed him the meat skewers.